Mis Snow Man, Gekokujou

Title: Gekokujou [Sanada/Nozawa]
Rating/Warnings: R for Nozawa’s endurance.
Summary: There’s lots of reasons Nozawa prefers sleeping at Sanada’s house, and Sanada doesn’t want to roleplay.
AN: For snowqueenofhoth who also wanted Sanazawa

Gekokujou

Nozawa is used to sleeping in the same room as the rest of his family, used to his father snoring and his brother kicking him, used to his sister waking him up in the middle of the night crawling over him to get to the bathroom.

In comparison, Sanada’s snoring is kind of cute. But Nozawa could still do without the kicking.

“Sorry,” Sanada mumbles when Nozawa shoves at him, rolling away from being curled around Nozawa, onto his back. Nozawa frowns, because that hadn’t exactly been his plan. He rolls over himself hitching himself up onto his elbow so that he can loom over Sanada.

It’s dark, but he can still tell when Sanada opens his eyes and tilts his head up at Nozawa.

“Wha?” Sanada wants to know, voice thick with sleep, before Nozawa covers Sanada’s mouth with his own.

Nozawa’s never felt particularly embarrassed or anything that his family isn’t rich, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate the privacy of Sanada having his own room, having his own bed, and so now when they manage to jam a sleepover into their increasingly Tackey-heavy schedules, Nozawa likes to make as much use of the fact as he can.

“Again?” Sanada mumbles against Nozawa’s mouth. He doesn’t sound opposed to the idea exactly, just sleepy and confused. Nozawa pulls back enough to draw a breath and Sanada asks, “Can you even do it again?”

Rolling his eyes, even though Sanada can’t see it in the dark, Nozawa slides over so he’s fully on top of Sanada and rolls their hips together. He’s not fully hard, but he’s interested, and Sanada hums as his hands come up to Nozawa’s waist.

“Impressive,” Sanada comments, then yawns.

“We only went twice, you baby,” Nozawa retorts. “I heard Tama-chan-senpai tell Senga-kun that he managed five once. You don’t want to lose to the senpai, right?”

“We have to dance tomorrow,” Sanada reminds, although his hands drift down to cover the curve of Nozawa’s ass. Nozawa hums as the heat of Sanada’s palms as it sinks into his skin. “So let’s roleplay some other time, ‘kay?”

“You mean like you pretending to be the voice of reason?” Nozawa lowers his head to nose at Sanada’s cheek. “You just don’t want to do any of the work, right?”

Sanada snorts, stirring Nozawa’s hair. “And you do? I did work the first two times, thanks. Can’t we just jerk off next to each other like we used to? I miss when you used to be all shy and innocent.”

Nozawa has to bury his face in Sanada’s shoulder so that his laughter doesn’t wake up the whole house. It’s one of the most ridiculous things Sanada has said in quite a while, and the list is long. When Nozawa does pick up his head, still catching his breath, he reaches over Sanada to flip on the bedside lamp, and then he has to suppress some more laughter at Sanada’s pinched expression.

“Yuuuuki,” he whines, but he subsides when Nozawa gives him a quick kiss.

“You wanna jerk off, that’s fine with me,” Nozawa grins, “but I’d rather watch you. I can imagine what it looks like all on my own.”

They roll onto their sides facing each other, Sanada’s blankets pushed out of the way. Sanada’s eyes flutter once he’s got a hand wrapped around himself, but Nozawa’s are wide open. He wants to see everything, so much like when really didn’t dare do anything more than get off next to each other in the dark, but so different to have Sanada’s eyes on him, to see Sanada’s strong fingers slide up over his skin now that he knows what they feel like on his own skin.

“Yuuki,” Sanada says again, hushed and breath catching, and the pink spreading over his nose, yeah, Nozawa likes the look of that an awful lot too.

“You do it when I can’t stay over, right?” Nozawa wants to know. He isn’t sure where the urge to talk like this came from, but Sanada likes it if the way his chest is heaving is any indication. “You think about me?”

“S-sure,” Sanada agrees.

“Yeah?” Nozawa pushes, hand on his own cock speeding up. “What about?”

“I…” Sanada’s blush darkens. “Fuck, come on…”

“Tell me,” Nozawa orders, eyes flicking up from Sanada’s hand to his face and then back down again. “Tell me what you think about, Yuuma.”

“If,” Sanada swallows hard, “if you’re doing it too. I think about you touching yourself, the same time as me, maybe even c-coming the same…”

Sanada cuts off with a muffled, desperate whine as Nozawa slides over suddenly, close enough that his cock slides against Sanada’s, and Nozawa can take both of them in his hand at once. Sanada catches on quick enough, pressing his forehead against Nozawa’s as he wraps his hand around both of them as well, their fists bumping as they pant in each other’s air.

It only lasts a minute after that, and Nozawa isn’t sure which of them lets go first, shuddering with aftershocks as he thrusts into their suddenly slick fists. When he slumps against the pillow and peels his eyes back open, Sanada is watching him, eyes dark and low-lidded.

“You think about it too,” Sanada’s tongue licks at his lower lip, “right?”

Nozawa grins and tugs Sanada’s hand off their cocks to lace their sticky fingers together. “I don’t have to think about it,” he answers, “when I can watch it instead. You don’t really miss when I used to be all shy and innocent, right?”

“Like you were ever innocent,” Sanada rolls over and reaches back to tug Nozawa tight against his back. “And who the hell taught you to dirty talk?”

Nozawa chuckles against Sanada’s shoulder. “ONE of us has to not lose to the senpai…”