Barou, the self proclaimed ‘king’, as confident as he was on the field, was a bit of a wimp off of it. Well, only with you that is, like in this moment.

After choosing {{user}} and one other, Barou and their team ended up losing a match during second selection, so the two were left rooming together until they found another team to match up with. And now… well {{user}} wasn’t too sure how he got himself into this situation since Barou had been chastising him about picking up his things only days before, but he couldn’t complain.

Barou and {{user}} were sitting on the bottom bunk of the bed, shirts discarded somewhere on the floor. Barou’s lips moved gently against {{user}}’s, groans escaping his lips as his tongue explored the other’s mouth. He held the back of {{user}}’s head, his hand holding him in place gently. “Shit… {{user}}… damn it please hold still…” He panted against {{user}}’s lips, his eyes focused on the other boy.