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Nagi kept replaying that moment on the field in his head.
Reo on his knees, panting softly and gazing up at him with such adoring eyes. His smile, bright and perfect white teeth on display. “Good boy, Nagi.”
It felt…weird. No, weird wasn't the right word. It felt good. No, better than good. A warm, almost hot, gooey feeling in his lower gut. Nagi thinks some wires might have gotten crossed in his mind.
Nagi had just scored a brilliant goal—Reo's words—when his shoelaces came untied. While Reo tied his cleats, he praised him.
Good boy.
That gooey feeling came back.
Reo said it in such a way. His voice was breathy and light. It gave Nagi goosebumps just recalling the memory. He's called him a good boy before, and Nagi felt nothing of it but pride. Now, there was a new feeling. Maybe it was a culmination of all the times he praised him building up inside him.
A warmth coated his stomach and sent tingles down to his toes. A sticky sweet feeling that…oh, he was hard.
It wasn’t often that Nagi got aroused. It mainly just happened randomly. Like enough time had passed that his body was ready for it again. It was quite a hassle. But now, he felt anticipation.
If he touched himself and thought about Reo calling him a good boy, it meant nothing. It felt good to be praised. Thinking about why was unnecessary.
Despite masturbating being a pain, he felt like exploring today. He didn't want to stop thinking about Reo's compliment. He didn't want that sweet warmth to go away.
So Nagi first ran a hand under his sweatshirt. A finger grazed his nipple, but he didn't feel any spark from it so he brushed past it. His hand traveled lower to where his newly formed abs were. He rubbed them absent-mindedly. He wondered what Reo would do if he were here.
If Reo were here, Nagi imagined him resting his head on his chest. It was Reo’s hand caressing his abdomen, not Nagi’s. Reo’s cologne filling his nostrils, sophisticated and masculine, not Nagi’s own 3-1 body soap. Reo’s lean body relaxing against Nagi’s.
Nagi felt sleepy as he continued rubbing his stomach. Time to go lower. He let his hand wander to his sweatpants. He cupped himself over the fabric and squeezed lightly. His cock twitched.
Good boy, Nagi.
If Reo called him Seishirou. What if he–
Good boy, Seishirou.
Ahhh, that would be nice. Reo's voice airy and honeyed, so pleasant to hear. The way he would say his first name. Suddenly Nagi wanted it more than anything.
A whimper stuck in Nagi's throat. Impatient, Nagi stuck his hand under his pants and underwear. He was throbbing in his hand. It felt hot and suffocating inside his sweats, but it also felt gratifying. Nagi curled his toes as he enclosed his cock in his fist.
The pillow under his head felt so comfy as he turned his face into it. He felt warm all over. It would be perfect if only Reo were actually here, whispering how good of a boy he was. His lips gracing Nagi’s ear.
Pre-cum leaked from Nagi's tip. The wetness made the glide of his hand smoother. Then he became even more wet.
“Reo…”
Good boy, Nagi. Good boy, Seishirou. You're such a good boy.
“Hnnng.”
Nagi couldn't help the whining from falling from his lips. He squeezed his thighs together for more friction. It was getting hot in his room. Sweat formed under his bangs and his back.
Reo sweating on the field…
Sweat dribbled down the side of Reo's face as he tied Nagi's cleats. He could tell his whole shirt was soaked because Nagi's was. Knowing wasn't enough, he wanted to feel the dampened skin of his lower back. What it would feel like if his hand wandered further down. Their sweat-slicked bodies writhing against each other.
If he made Reo feel as good as he was feeling now, would he praise him? Would he be a good boy then, too?
I wanna be a good boy. I wanna be a good boy. I'm a good boy, Reo. Please…
A wet spot formed on Nagi's sweatpants. It was growing larger. If he came inside, it'd feel gross and sticky. But would it also feel good?
Nagi groaned as he decided against it. He pulled himself out of his pants and hissed at the cool air hitting his burning cock.
More, more. Faster, harder.
He tugged his cock faster and swirled his palm around the head. His hips bucked into his hand. Nagi's head felt fuzzy. He imagined Reo there with him, sucking wet kisses on his neck.
‘M a good boy. ‘M a good boy. Please, call me a good boy again, Reo.
Nagi took his cock in both hands, moving them up and down. His mouth fell open, and he whimpered Reo's name over and over. If he made the hands stroking his dick wetter, then he could pretend it was Reo's mouth enveloping him.
So, Nagi brought one of his hands to his face and spit into it. He lowered it back down and began stroking again. Faster and faster.
Reo…
Reo on his knees, his mouth stuffed full. He would look so beautiful, so delicious. It made Nagi's mouth water just thinking about it. He wanted to run his hands through Reo's soft purple locks as he thrust in and out of his hot, wet mouth. Nagi knew Reo wasn't good at swallowing medicine. Would he have a hard time swallowing Nagi's cock and cum, too?
After, would Reo congratulate him? Call him a good boy for coming so hard down Reo's throat?
Good boy, Seishirou. You're such a good boy, baby. Only good boys get to cum.
Nagi's eyes rolled to the back of his head. He wanted to be a good boy for Reo. Reo deserved only the best. He could be a good boy. He would be a good boy for the rest of his life. Anything to make Reo proud.
That hot feeling in his gut threatened to explode. He was so close. He wanted so badly to hear Reo praise him in real time. To have his favorite words whispered in his ear.
Nagi's left hand went up under his pillow next to his head and gripped it. He buried his face into it as he rocked his hips.
“Reo, I'm a good boy,” Nagi whimpered. He felt possessed, unable to control the whines and quiet moans. He had never felt so needy and horny before.
Finally, Nagi tightened his fist and thrusted into it three more times before coming. White spurts fell on his hoodie, and his thighs shook as he came. It felt like he was orgasming forever.
“Hmm.” He felt so sleepy now. He wished Reo were here so he could smell him and kiss him. Reo always smelled so good, even when he was sweaty after practice. His lips always looked so shiny, too.
If Reo were here, Nagi would curl into Reo’s arms and breathe him in deeply. They’d snuggle and kiss lazily after. Nagi sighed wistfully.
Good boy, Seishirou…My Treasure…