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An evening in Boston brought a chilly air deep into the heart of the city. Thousands of fans in yellow and black or blue jerseys filled the area around TD Garden, many of them carrying banners and flags with the logo of the home team Boston Bruins. Tension and anticipation hovered over the arena, as today's match promised far more than just an ordinary match. It was a match for first place in the standings. The Bruins' first center Ryosuke Yamada was getting ready to skate. With his 164 centimeters, he was almost imperceptible on the ice, but everyone knew about his speed and skill with the puck. His dark eyes were constantly focused on it. His face was adorned with a beard that he had been growing for several weeks, and under his hockey jersey he hid his arms full of hockey and science fiction tattoos, it was his way of constantly reminding himself of his passion for the things he loves. Rangers' left winger Yuto Nakajima was preparing for the same game. With a height of 180 centimeters and longer blond hair that he had only recently dyed, he seemed a contrast to the small but agile Ryosuke. Yuto was a shooter, known for his uncompromising finishing and ability to take down opponents with hard hits. His presence on the ice was always felt. Both players knew each other from their junior years when they played together for the Japanese national team. Their friendship has grown stronger with every game, and every time their teams play against each other, they find a way to spend time together away from the sight of their teammates or fans. Their secret relationship remained hidden, known only to their mutual friend Yuri Chinen, who is not playing today because of an unspecified lower-body injury. The warm-up at TD Garden was in full swing. The stands were slowly filling up with enthusiastic fans watching their idols on the ice. Ryosuke Yamada leads his team, his skates moving nimbly across the ice as he warms up his legs and prepares for tonight's game. His speed and agility are evident even during these simple warming-up exercises. Yuto Nakajima is on the opposite side of the ice, warming up with his team. He shows his puck control with every slide and every move. With every shot, you can see that he is in good form. Both teams warm up systematically. The players first skate a few circles to stretch up, then start sending pucks to empty goals. Ryosuke tries some quick shots from different angles and passes between his teammates; his technique and accuracy are impeccable. The other players watch him and try to imitate his wrist movements. On the other side of the ice, Yuto puts all the power into every shot. His shots are hard and uncompromising, every shot is prepared so that the goalkeeper has to sweat a lot. The New York Rangers goaltender is having a hard time as he reaches out to catch pucks headed his way from Yuto's stick. After a few shots and all the stretches, Ryosuke decides to take a short break. He stops at the halfway line and starts playing with the puck, spinning it on the blade of the hockey stick, making quick and precise movements. He is fully focused until the puck suddenly disappears from his stick. Yuto, with a mischievous grin, pokes him playfully and stops in front of him. Yamada and Nakajima, currently the most famous Japanese hockey players on the planet, playfully hit their shoulders in greeting. They both smile and kneel on the ice on the halfway line, face to face, as if they've gone back to the old days when they played together for the Japanese national team. They exchange a few words, as players who know each other well often do. The atmosphere between the two men is friendly, but the tension between them is palpable. It's not surprising considering they are playing against each other in the best hockey league in the world. "Hey," Ryosuke said, snuggling up to Yuto. "Hey," Yuto replied with a smile. "You're not wearing that microphone again like last time, right?" Yuto asked suspiciously, remembering the last conversation that was almost accidentally recorded, but luckily, in the end, it wasn't because Ryosuke was very careful and he and Yuto didn't engage in any spicy conversations. "Not today, Pasta has it," Ryosuke reassured him, referring to star David Pastrňák, their Bruins teammate, who was warming up a few feet away. Every opponent had great respect for him and his amazing shots, and Yuto was no exception. "We can chat as always," Ryosuke said, leaning back casually on his stick. Yuto imitated his gesture and also leaned on his significantly longer and stronger hockey stick. "How do you see it today?" he asked. "Two points, Yuto," Ryosuke answered confidently. He had no doubt that the Bruins would win by full points today. "Sure, but for us," Yuto said back, playfully hitting his opponent lightly in the shin with the hockey stick. "Hey! Don't poke me," Ryosuke laughed and smacked him on the shoulder with his gloves before looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Or I'll poke you after the match," he said quietly so that no one but Yuto could hear the words. "I'm the one poking you today because we're going to win, Ryosuke," Yuto replied with a mischievous smirk on his clean-shaven face. "Um, actually… I might want to get poked anyway," Ryosuke casually suggested that he might not only feel like poking sticks on the ice with his friend but might even like to indulge in having his friend's stick between his legs after the game is over. "So, even if you lose, you might enjoy me," laughed the Bruins' small center. "Wow," Yuto replied, nodding. He appreciated how honest they could be with each other and what secrets they kept between themselves. "I'll see, the adrenaline will do its thing, so I'll probably bend you over anyway." "Tsk, Yuto," Ryosuke scowled, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. "Who wins today, decides. So you have some motivation to win at all." "That's a better motivation than the two points, actually," Yuto admitted with a smile that suggested he was looking forward to the evening for more than just the hockey. He then provocatively removed his helmet to adjust the length of his chinstrap. So, at least he was pretending to be adjusting it, but in reality, he wanted to show Ryosuke his new hairstyle. It was a big change to see Yuto with blonde hair, so the small Boston center just gulped before he could even process the sight of Nakajima's blond mane. "I didn't know you went blonde," Ryosuke said with a smile that clearly showed his surprise at the change in appearance of his significantly taller opponent. "Surprise. I wanted to derail you a little," Yuto replied with a foxy grin, putting his helmet back on his head. "But it doesn't change anything now that we're wearing helmets," laughed the Rangers' forward. His blond hair only peeked out from under his helmet at the back of his neck. "So, you don't have to worry about your eyes falling out of their sockets during the face-offs," he grinned. "Thank god," Ryosuke breathed, their eyes meeting for a moment in a competitive look. "But after the match... it will be a little different," he hinted and smirked. Thoughts of how they were going to spend the evening together were already running through his mind. "So, this is your new style?" Ryosuke asked, nodding his head at Yuto's blonde hair. "Just for a test, I wanted to try something new," Yuto replied with a smile. Ryosuke laughed and shrugged. "You look good. But it won't save you from me on the ice. We'll give it to each other like we always do.'' "Sure, we will," Yuto replied, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "We'll see who wins today. Then we'll get on it in private..." Both hockey players chuckled and looked around. Sometimes, the puck flew past them or one of their teammates was stretching near them, but they didn't let that get them quiet. "Someone over there wants the puck from you," Ryosuke pointed his stick towards a fan in a Rangers jersey, who was holding a sign that apparently referred to the tall New York shooter. "Then they will get it, I make my fans' dreams come true, you know? Unlike someone," Yuto laughed, nudging Ryosuke. Ryosuke snorted loudly and shook his head. "I needed to play with that stick the other day!" he protested, recalling how one of the fans wanted a stick from him, but he couldn't give it to them because he wouldn't have anything to play with for the rest of the match. "You're not supposed to have just one, are you dumb?" Yuto answered him with an amused expression. "Dude, I broke two in practice, one during the warm-up, another in the game, and then I only had one left!" the small center explained exasperatedly. "Then you should carry at least ten if you break them as often as I break your ass cheeks," Yuto offered, both of them laughing at his comparison. "Well, I don't know who will end up with a broken ass today," Ryosuke rolled his eyes and then managed to answer himself. "I'll tell you who it will be," the Boston player's voice sounded very confident. "The one who'll lose today." "I didn't expect anything else," Yuto agreed, their eyes meeting for a brief moment in silent understanding and mutual challenge. The warming-up session still continued, but the two Japanese hockey players did not want to part just yet. They didn't even have to, nobody forced them. They were able to continue chatting for a while while the ice was covered with players preparing for the upcoming game, with energetic EDM music playing in the background and fans taking their seats. The atmosphere at TD Garden was already tense and full of anticipation. Ryosuke and Yuto were still kneeling on the halfway line, more deeply involved in their conversation. "Well, when are you finally going to be traded to us?" Yuto asked as he gently played with the puck that was sliding towards him from somewhere. "Me?! Let them trade you!" Ryosuke replied in shock, he definitely had no plans to change clubs in the near future, but he couldn't hide that playing on the same team with Yuto would be a big challenge for him in terms of keeping their romance under wraps. "I keep telling them that I feel lonely," he added. "Maybe you could find another hockey stick if it's that serious," suggested the tall winger with a mischievous grin. "Nah, my own stick is enough for me," replied the bear from Boston in a black and yellow jersey. Rangers were supposed to play in white jerseys today. "It's pretty good, so why change it, right?" Ryosuke winked at his companion. "I agree with that," Yuto chuckled, but then smirked and nudged his shoulder again. "So, Rangers when?" "You definitely won't get me out of Boston, mate. Only on a stretcher and in the ambulance," the smallest hockey player far and wide refuted him with a very serious expression on his face. "But you're carried away on a stretcher almost every match, chibi," Yuto poked at him with amusement, although, of course, he didn't wish him any injury. According to him, he was just stating the facts. "Be careful about that stretcher today, I'm kinda in a raging mood," Ryosuke responded, giving him a stern frown, but Yuto just laughed at the look on his face. Ryosuke may always try to look really tough, but his body proportions make him laughable at times. "Ryosuke, you'll just bounce off me again," Yuto teased him and sighed resignedly. "As always." "What did you say?!" Ryosuke raised an angry eyebrow and poked Yuto lightly in the shin with his hockey stick. Yuto naturally barely felt it thanks to the protective pads. "So, where do we meet later? Near the locker rooms?" Yuto asked off-topic as he looked at the cube and checked how much time was left before the end of the warm-up and the start of the match. They both wanted to go skate a bit more and shoot at least a few times at the goal. "Yeah, probably," Ryosuke nodded. "But explain to me about the bouncing off you thing!" he demanded more information. "Never mind, it's about time," Yuto interrupted as he looked back at the clock counting down the last few minutes. "Give it your all, mate." "You too, buddy," Ryosuke replied to him and they both stood back on their skates, ready to return to their teams. Their conversation was not long, but very fulfilling. They both know they're going to have a tough battle on the ice tonight, but they also know they'll get some time for themselves after the game. They exchange one last look and return to their respective teams, ready for what promises to be an unforgettable match. The warm-up was coming to an end, the players were returning to the locker room and the fans in the stands couldn't wait to see their favorites in action. The ice surface was becoming a place where these two stars and two friends who know each other too well, would meet. But they are ready to fight for their teams until the last second and to the last breath.
The game between the Boston Bruins and the New York Rangers is in full swing and the arena is filled to the brim. Fans of both teams cheer loudly for their favorites as a tough and exciting battle takes place on the ice. Ryosuke Yamada races across the ice with incredible speed and agility. He distributes accurate passes and manages to weave through the Rangers' defense several times. Yuto Nakajima, on the other hand, is just as active. He shoots from every possible position, and his hard shots often go right at the Bruins goaltender, creating new wrinkles on his forehead under his mask. In the first period, both players meet face-to-face several times. In one of these clashes, Ryosuke gets into a good position in front of the Rangers' goal, but Yuto covers him closely and prevents him from finishing into the empty net. Ryosuke is undeterred and tries to break through the defense again, but the Rangers are playing very well today. "Have you got enough breath, Yuto?" Ryosuke asks provocatively during one of their encounters. "To catch you? Always," Yuto replies to him just before going back into the game. "Phew, let's see," Ryosuke adds as both teams line up for the face-off that Boston's first center wins again. The second third is even more intense. Rangers take the lead thanks to a great goal from one of their defenders. However, the Bruins do not give up and put pressure on the opponent. Ryosuke makes several accurate passes to his teammates, but the Rangers goalie has his day, catching puck after puck. Yuto also makes an appearance in this part of the match. On one occasion, he manages to slip through the Bruins' defense and find himself face-to-face with the goalie. His shot is hard and accurate, but the Bruins goalie pushes it out of the way with all his might. The third period begins and the tension can be felt throughout the stadium. The Bruins are trying to get even, but the Rangers are uncompromising today. Yuto gets more chances and eventually, after a great pass from his teammate, scores his first goal of the game, silencing the active Bears fans while Ryosuke and his team try to find a way to get back into the game. In the final minutes of the match, Ryosuke gets another chance. He drives past the Rangers defenders and gets into a good position in front of the goal. His shot is on target but the Rangers keeper again makes a great save. Frustrated, Ryosuke drives back to the bench while Yuto laughs at him. The game ends and the Boston Bruins lose. Rangers fans celebrate the victory while Bruins players sadly go to their locker rooms. Ryosuke and Yuto exchange a glance and a brief smile, knowing that their personal battle is not over yet.
After the match, the arena slowly emptied, and the lights went out, leaving only the low murmur of distant conversations and the footsteps of people leaving the stadium. Ryosuke Yamada showered and changed into comfortable clothes - a black t-shirt with the Bruins logo, shorts, and training shoes. He was leaning against the wall by the locker rooms and scratching his beard, his expression pensive and angry. He stared at the wall, unhappy with the outcome of the match. Yuto Nakajima arrived a moment after him, also after a shower, and changed into comfortable clothes. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with the Rangers logo, just like Ryosuke. His striking blond hair was still damp and slightly disheveled. He couldn't help but smile mischievously when he saw the obviously not-in-a-good-mood first center. "Hey," he addressed him quietly, so as not to interrupt his thoughts too abruptly. As he got closer, he couldn't stop looking at not only his pensive expression but also the tattoos that adorned his arms. Ryosuke looked up, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "Hey." "Upset about the result, huh?" Yuto asked, leaning his shoulder against the wall next to Ryosuke. "Yeah, a little," Ryosuke admitted, sighing deeply as he continued to scratch his chin. "We were close, but obviously it wasn't enough. Nice goal," he bowed to his opponent. "You gave it your all. You guys were great," Yuto said encouragingly, patting him on the shoulder. "But today it just worked out for us because we're better," he winked at him and grinned proudly. "Yeah, but only for today!" Ryosuke admitted, finally looking at Yuto. "But next time..." he frowned. "It'll be different next time, huh?" Yuto cut him off with a smile. But he didn't do anything about the smaller man's threats. "Exactly," Ryosuke replied, his eyes twinkling. "But I don't want to talk about that now." "So, what do you want to talk about?" Yuto asked, stepping closer to Ryosuke, their shoulders almost touching. "Maybe about how you can be so hot with that ugly logo on your t-shirt," Ryosuke continued to frown as he pointed his tongue out at the blue-white-red New York Rangers logo that Yuto had placed on the chest of his gray, tight t-shirt. Yuto laughed and shrugged. "Says someone with the Bruins logo," he raised an eyebrow as he looked in return at a bold "B" in a black, white, and yellow circle on Ryosuke's shirt. Ryosuke snorted angrily and crossed his arms adamantly over his chest as he began to argue, "We have a beautiful logo! But that Rangers logo is perhaps the ugliest logo of any NHL team, Yuto-" However, before Ryosuke could finish his sentence, Yuto suddenly pushed him back against the wall. He put his hand next to his head, their bodies now only a few centimeters apart. Ryosuke felt a sudden excitement, his heart beating faster and his breathing quickened as well. "Don't mess with me, you little one," Yuto said in a low, deep voice, his gaze intense and piercing as he ran a finger over Ryosuke's bushy face. The truth was that ever since Ryosuke had grown a beard, Yuto was falling for him even harder than before. It was his facial hair that made him so attractive, even though it grew extremely slowly, and in some places on his face, he didn't even have any hair. Ryosuke looked straight at him, his dark eyes full of challenge as he placed his palms on Yuto's hips. "What if I am messing with you on purpose?" he replied quietly, but it was clear in his voice that he was more than enjoying this build-up of tension between them. Yuto moved even closer, his lips now just a touch away from Ryosuke's ear. "Maybe you should be more careful," he whispered, his breath warming Ryosuke's skin. "Because I don't know if I can hold myself if you're acting like this." Ryosuke took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, his eyes still on Yuto. "What if I don't want you to hold yourself?" he replied, his voice sounding provocative. Yuto smirked and pushed Ryosuke even tighter against the wall. Their bodies were touching now, the air between them sparking with tension. "You're lucky I'm in shape today," Yuto said, his lips finally touching Ryosuke's. Their kiss was passionate and full of unspoken emotions. At that moment, they forgot everything around them - the match, the rivalry between them and their teams, all their worries. They stood close to each other in the dark corridor of the arena, where it was already completely silent. They knew they were alone and that only added to their excitement. Yuto felt a victorious feeling spread through his body, for the second time today. Not only did he conquer the entire arena and the Bruins team, but also Ryosuke, their best player, who didn't even score against his team today. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" asked Ryosuke, who couldn't get enough of Yuto's newly blonde hair, which he gently ran his fingers through. They had a lot of options – stay here, go to Ryosuke's house, find a hotel, drive somewhere… "I like it here," Yuto whispered, his voice deep and full of enthusiasm as he caressed Ryosuke's hairy cheeks. "Nobody's interrupting us." Ryosuke kept looking into his eyes and nodded. "You're right," he said softly, his heart still beating faster than usual. "It's a good spot." Yuto leaned even closer to Ryosuke, his hand sliding down the wall to gently touch his side. Ryosuke felt warmth spread through his body and pulled Yuto closer. "Victory tastes sweet, huh?" Yuto whispered; his lips once again close to Ryosuke's ear. "Yeah," Ryosuke replied, his voice quiet. "But I'm not an easy win, you know that," he reminded the tall Rangers striker. Yuto smiled and lightly pressed his forehead to Ryosuke's. "I would never think that of you," he said softly. "But today you are mine. I fought it out on the ice," he chuckled. Ryosuke sighed in annoyance, but he was more like only playing with Yuto. He didn't want to give in to him so easily, although naturally, he still remembered their memorable agreement, which the tall player immediately reminded him of with great pleasure. "Look, you know our rules. You lost, so your little ass deserves to be fucked." "That's perfect because I'm pretty pissed," Ryosuke put his hands on his hips and frowned again. This is something he was absolutely great at. Frowning, even though he wants nothing more than to not only feel Yuto's touch on his skin but most of all, inside him. However, it was true that he was not exactly in a great mood after losing the match. "At least it will calm me down and make me sleep well-" However, Ryosuke's monologue was interrupted by Yuto viciously grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them to the wall above his head. The Rangers striker wanted to win him not only on the ice but also off it. He was relentless, fierce, and now, victorious. With deep, primal growls rumbling in his chest, Yuto captured Ryosuke's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue forcing its way into the other man's willing mouth. "Victory maybe tastes sweet," Yuto repeated as their lips parted for a moment to catch their breath. "But you, Ryosuke, taste even better." Ryosuke chuckled as his partner continued to hold his wrists above his head, their bodies now firmly touching even in the most intimate of places. "Enjoy me then," he whispered in his ear. "Because next time, I'll be the one who wins." "We'll see," Yuto leaned forward, capturing Ryosuke's lips in a kiss. As they kissed, their control over the situation slipped away. A raw, animalistic need took over that could no longer be contained. While their tongues danced, Yuto pressed Ryosuke even more against the cold, hard wall, his hands roaming across the taut muscles of his back when he let go of his wrists. Ryosuke's fingers traced the curves of Yuto's strong, chiseled abs, sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, fuck, Ryosuke," Yuto breathed, feeling as if he were on fire as Ryosuke's hungry lips trailed kisses down the side of his neck, leaving him with goosebumps and shivers. They began a heated, urgent dance in the empty hallway. Their bodies molded together, muscles tensing and releasing as they tore at each other's shirts, desperate to feel skin on skin. Ryosuke's hands found their way to Yuto's powerful thighs, gripping hard as their kiss deepened. "Fuck," Yuto cursed, as Ryosuke slid his pants short to his ankles. His soft lips kissed a trail down Yuto's torso, circling his lower abs before diving lower. Dropping to his knees with a swift, aggressive motion, Ryosuke gripped Yuto's thighs tightly and looked up, maintaining intense eye contact with his hunger-filled eyes as he swallowed Yuto whole, causing him to gasp. He wrapped a hand around the base of Yuto's shaft and began to pump as he sucked him in and out. Yuto let out a string of sweet moans, his hips bucking forward in time with Ryosuke's tongue swirling around his engorged head. His hands tangled in Ryosuke's short black hair, knotting into fists as the pressure built. Ryosuke's hands moved to Yuto's firm ass. His tongue swirled around the base of Yuto's cock, exploring the soft skin there before dipping into his balls. Ryosuke loved the taste of Yuto, the manly flavor that was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. He wanted more, needed more. So, Ryosuke's eyes focused on Yuto's hardness as he slid it in and out of his mouth, savoring the taste and the power it gave him. Slowly, Yuto lifted Ryosuke up, never breaking their gaze. "Enough foreplay, Ryosuke," he growled, "Show me your ass." With one swift movement, Yuto pushed Ryosuke against the cold wall, taking hold of his hips. As his fingers grazed the sides of Ryosuke's shorts, Yuto kissed him, their tongues dancing an intricate dance as Ryosuke finally released himself of his shorts. The cloth fell away, offering Yuto a tantalizing glimpse of the beautiful curve of Ryosuke's ass. His grip grew tighter as Ryosuke freed his own straining erection, Yuto's cock already hardening in anticipation of what was to come. Rangers' striker reached into his pocket for a lube, slicking his fingers and then Ryosuke's clenched opening. Yuto spread Ryosuke's cheeks apart, and the warmth and spice of the lube tickled his senses. He took his time, circling Ryosuke's sensitive nerve endings with gentle caresses. As he massaged it into Ryosuke's hole, the latter's eyes rolled back in pleasure, giving in to the sensations that consumed him. Once Yuto felt Ryosuke relax, he took a moment to admire the sight before him. The way the Boston Bruins' center chest rose and fell in sync with the throbbing beat between his legs, the beads of sweat tracing down his skin, and the tensed muscles underneath his toned physique was intoxicating; Yuto was consumed by the smaller man before him. "Ready?" Yuto asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ryosuke swallowed hard as Yuto fisted his own cock, greedily stroking it before aiming it towards him. Their eyes remained locked as the wet tip of Yuto's shaft rubbed against Ryosuke's hole. "Fuck me." With a final nod, Yuto gripped Ryosuke's hips, moving them apart as he pressed against the opening of his mate's entrance. With a deep breath, Yuto slowly inserted himself, groaning at the tight, warm feeling that enveloped him. Ryosuke cried out in pleasure as he adjusted to Yuto's size, arching his back as he welcomed him in. They both gasped for breath, overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations flooding over them, claiming every inch of each other's souls. With one thrust, Yuto buried himself even deeper inside Ryosuke, their hips colliding. The impact reverberated through the hallway, sending the weight of the moment crashing down between them. Yuto paused and stayed still, watching Ryosuke's reaction. An indescribable expression of pleasure was etched onto Ryosuke's face, as he continued to adjust to Yuto's thickness. Then, as the tension in Ryosuke's muscles released, his eyes flickered open. He nodded, urging Yuto to move. Yuto obeyed and pulled back just enough to plunge back in with added force, the act so filthy and wild that neither of them could believe it was happening. Yet, they couldn't get enough of each other. A loud, raw cry filled the room. Each movement was a burst of energy, driving them to the edge. "You want this, don't you?" Yuto demanded, slamming his hips up, driving Ryosuke crazy. All the sweat, anger, and passion from the game they had just played merged, igniting a spark for something forbidden and thrilling. Their wet bodies pressed together furiously, Ryosuke's every moan fueling Yuto's hidden animal within. Ryosuke tightly gripped the wall as Yuto rammed into him again and again. The force of their thrusts reverberated off the cold walls. Sweat dripped down Ryosuke's brow and stained the floor beneath him. "Fuck, Ryosuke," Yuto growled, his thumb brushing over Ryosuke's leaking cock as he drove himself deeper. "You feel so fucking good." Ryosuke could only nod, his words lost in the passionate storm that surrounded them. Yuto's dark eyes grew darker with desire as he watched his dick disappear inside Ryosuke again and again. The heat radiating from Ryosuke's body, along with the moist slickness of their skin, fueled his own passion. As their tempo increased, the hallway seemed to fade away, leaving only the two men and the sensations exploding between them. Sweat poured from their bare, glistening bodies, mingling with the lube as it dripped down Ryosuke's thighs. Ryosuke could barely think straight under the onslaught of pleasure and desire. "Fuck, Yuto, you greedy bastard," Ryosuke grunted. "More! Give me more!" Yuto didn't hesitate, his thrusts driving deeper and harder. His balls slapped against Ryosuke's ass as a mix of sweat and lube slid towards the floor. Ryosuke moaned louder, his ass completely yielding to Yuto's dominance. He cried out each time their hips crashed, a series of filthy words torn from his lips. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, like a well-choreographed dance on the ice. "Ah, fuck... Faster," Ryosuke groaned, biting his lower lip as Yuto gripped Ryosuke's hips tighter, pulling him closer and picking up his pace. Yuto leaned in, his chest against Ryosuke's damp back as his thrusts deepened. The angle hit just right, causing Ryosuke to cry out at the new wave of pleasure as he pushed back into Yuto, wanting more. "Fuck, Yuto. You're so deep," Ryosuke moaned, feeling every inch of the other man's cock invade him. "You've got me so fucking on edge," Ryosuke croaked, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and... something else. Something dark and raw beneath the surface. Yuto couldn't stop himself from letting out guttural moans with each thrust. He gripped Ryosuke's neck, feeling the damp ringlets of hair tickling his skin as he leaned in to press their pelvises together. "Goddammit," Ryosuke gasped, his voice rough and raw with desire. "Take me." A savage ferocity welled up within Yuto, his primal instincts roaring to life as he grinded against the other hockey player. "I will," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "And you won't be sorry." Ryosuke pulsed and writhed as Yuto's dick rubbed against his sensitive prostate, the sensation sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to his core. Like two animals lost in their territorial rut, their bodies moved in sync, sweat dripping off them onto the cold concrete floor. "You feel so fucking good," Ryosuke groaned as their pace quickened. "Goddamn, I knew it." Ryosuke arched his back, accepting this new reality. The feeling of Yuto's powerful hips taking control was both terrifying and exhilarating. It was like a wave crashing over him, sweeping away the memories of the lost match. Yuto gripped Ryosuke's hips tight, his movements becoming reckless. He had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now, here he was, buried deep within the gorgeous man who had evoked such longing within him. The way Ryosuke's body shivered underneath him was intoxicating, fueling Yuto's inner beast. He was determined not to let this moment pass without savoring every second, every mind-blowing sensation. "Fuck me, Yuto," Ryosuke groaned, his voice raw with emotion, his breath coming in shallow huffs as he stared deep into Yuto's eyes. The vulnerability in Ryosuke's voice sent a thrill of desire through Yuto. His hands gripped Ryosuke's hips tightly as he drove into him harder and faster. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Yuto let out a triumphant howl as he emptied himself completely inside Ryosuke. His orgasm hit him so hard that his vision blurred. His cock pulsed with each spasm, releasing his hot seed deep within the other man's body. The waves of pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and shaking. Ryosuke's body clenched around Yuto as he came, milking every last drop of semen from him. Riding the aftershocks of his own climax, Yuto continued to thrust shallowly, savoring the feeling of Ryosuke's cum-filled hole squeezing him tight. They stayed frozen in their embrace for a long moment, their breaths steady and even as they connected on a deeply intimate level. That obviously wasn't enough for the Rangers' left winger. While Yuto stayed inside his hole, Ryosuke could feel Yuto's fingers digging into his flesh, leaving bruises that he wouldn't mind remaining for days. But Yuto wasn't ready to let him go just yet. Ryosuke, still leaning against the wall, watched as Yuto wrapped a fist around his cock. His hips involuntarily jerked at the sudden warmth encircling him, eyes fixing on the hand he loved so much, especially on his dick. "Fuck, shit, yes," Ryosuke muttered, baring his teeth as Yuto slathered more lubricant on him, smoothing the cool slickness across his shaft and over his sensitive head. Yuto started to pump him steadily, his tight grip just right, twisting and tightening at the tip. Ryosuke's breath caught in his throat, "You're gonna… make me fucking come already," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. Chuckling softly, Yuto continued the torturous tugging without missing a beat, "That's the point, isn't it?" he said, his voice low, husky, and also freakin' sexy. Yuto grinned, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he continued to thrust into Ryosuke, his hand moving faster on the other man's cock. The air between them crackled with tension, and Yuto knew that Ryosuke was edging close to his breaking point. And what a sight that would be when he comes. "Yeah, yeah! Take me, take me!" As they moved together, Ryosuke leaned back even more on the wall in front of him. Yuto could feel the other man's body tightening, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he neared his climax. "Fuck, Yuto," Ryosuke gasped, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I'm close. So fucking close," Ryosuke could feel himself getting closer, the building tension coiling tighter in the pit of his stomach. He was going to come, he could feel it. He was close, so goddamn close. The wet slaps of flesh filled the air as they moved in perfect synchronization, their sweat-slick bodies shimmering under the harsh hallway lights. "Harder, Yuto," Ryosuke demanded between gasping breaths as his partner kept on jerking him off and fucking his ass at the same time. The raw need in his voice sent another spark of desire coursing through Yuto's veins, and he obeyed without hesitation. With a grunt, Yuto gripped Ryosuke's dick tighter, savagely driving the full length of his cock into the other man's quivering entrance. "Come for me, Ryosuke," Yuto whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Ryosuke's ear. The air was thick with testosterone and sweat. It was raw and undeniably passionate. Ryosuke's moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Yuto could feel the other man's orgasm building, the way his muscles tensed and released beneath his fingers. "Fuck, Yuto!" Ryosuke cried out as he came, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, his eyes rolling back in his head as Yuto claimed him ruthlessly, and aggressively. He came hard, his release spurting from his cock in long, hot streams that landed on the floor below them. Yuto then collapsed onto Ryosuke's back, his breathing ragged and heavy as he tried to catch his breath after fucking the soul out of the Bruins center's body. If Ryosuke wasn't leaning against the wall, they would definitely end up on the floor. Yuto reached down to stroke Ryosuke's sweat-soaked hair, his hand moving slowly and lovingly over the other man's head and his tattooed arms. "Fuck, that was amazing," he said, his voice still hoarse from the exertion. Ryosuke turned his head to look at Yuto, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I think we both earned that," he said, still trying to get his senses right after the orgasm that Yuto caused him. Yuto pulled out of Ryosuke gently and turned him over, his eyes taking in the line of the other man's body. "He is so beautiful," Yuto thought, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat. He leaned down and kissed him deeply, his tongue tracing the seam of his lips before delving inside to explore his mouth once more. Ryosuke wrapped his arms around Yuto's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands moved down Yuto's back, tracing the defined muscles that rippled beneath his fingertips. Yuto's skin was hot, almost feverish beneath his touch. Ryosuke could feel the other man's heart pounding in his chest, matching his own. He moaned as Yuto's hand wrapped again around his cock, his fingers tightening around the swollen flesh. "You liked that?" Yuto murmured, his lips brushing against Ryosuke's ear. "Yes," he gasped, kissing Yuto deeply. Yuto reached out and took Ryosuke's hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. "You're amazing," Yuto murmured, his lips brushing against Ryosuke's bearded face. Ryosuke sighed with contentment, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, managing a small smile. Yuto couldn't help but grin at the other man's words. He had always been confident in his abilities in lovemaking, but coming from Ryosuke, it meant so much more. The two of them had been dancing around their attraction to each other for months, but now that they had finally given in to their desires, Yuto couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone else.