[PoT] Bunta/Kirihara Those Games You Play.
Title: Those Games You Play.
Pairing: Bunta/Kirihara.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/blow job/ 903
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Kirihara plays a game, and Bunta has other ideas.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
Happy birthday uebo14 I hope you had a good one
The afternoon was balmy and hazy. Dark, heavy clouds hung overhead, practice falling apart when the skies opened, pouring down with rain. It didn’t take long before there were puddles on the court, the underclassmen hurriedly trying to take down the nets and put away equipment. Kirihara watched as Banta and Jackal headed up the clubroom, as he finished up his laps. Niou splashed next to him, intentionally running through the puddles, mud and filthy water splattering all over their legs. Sanada, Renji, and Yukimura were waiting for them at the top of the hill.
“Get changed.” Yukimura said as they approached. Niou grinned wickedly, nudged Kirihara, and literally pounced on Sanada, wrapping himself around the larger boy. Sanada’s jaw twitched as he struggled to dislodge Niou from him.
Kirihara took the warning glance from Renji at face value and continued on to the clubroom. He stripped out of his muddy uniform, shoving it into his bag. The last time he had left it out, Niou had run it up the flagpole. Bunta was sitting on the bench, flipping through a comic book.
“If you hurry up, we can hang out for a couple hours before I have to go home to make dinner.” He blew a bubble and grinned at Kirihara.
Kirihara scrubbed quickly, grateful that there was still hot water. He dried off and pulled on his school uniform. “Wanna play the new zombie death game? I picked it up a few days ago, and it’s awesome.” He gathered up his things, pausing to stuff his shoe laces into his shoes rather than bother with tying them.
“We could do that.” Bunta got up, umbrella in hand. They walked back to Kirihara’s, tucked under Bunta’s umbrella. Kirihara linked arms with the older boy, keeping Bunta close to him. They got to Kirihara’s, shaking off the last of the rain. They went up to Kirihara’s room. Bunta sat on the floor, his back against the bed. Kirihara sat next to him, flipping on the console. The game roared to life, Kirihara held out the second controller to Bunta.
“You play for a little bit, I haven’t seen this one.” Bunta moved closer to him, Kirihara hiding his grin.
For the most part, Kirihara managed to pay attention to the game. Bunta would move closer, pressed tight against him, a long line of warmth. Bunta’s head dropped to Kirihara’s shoulder, one pale hand resting on Kirihara’s thigh. Kirihara swallowed hard, fingers fumbling with the controls. His character on screen died horribly, the squelchy sounds of zombies tearing into a virtual human filling the silence.
“Senpai?” Kirihara’s heart pounded in his chest. Bunta’s hand moved slowly up and down his thigh, fingers curving along the inside of Kirihara’s thigh, falling just short of where Kirihara really wanted him to touch.
“We haven’t had a chance to be together in a while.” Bunta’s lips brushed against his ear as the older boy spoke. Kirihara shivered as Bunta’s hand slid further up his thigh.
“You’ve had study groups and stuff…” Kirihara’s voice shook slightly.
“I’m here now.” Bunta kissed him lightly, hands fumbling with the zipper of Kirihara’s pants. Bunta's kisses trailed along his neck, Kirihara tipping his head back, fussing with the buttons of his shirt. He shivered as Bunta's hands trailed along his stomach and chest, fingers teasing and making him moan.
"Senpai, don't stop." Kirihara groaned, hands grasping for Bunta as the other boy pulled away. He watched, wide eyed, panting, lips parted, mouth dry; Bunta moved down his body, kisses smearing against his skin. Kirihara's hips rocked up when Bunta's fingers brushed along the head of his cock, biting down on the heel of his hand, to keep from making too much noise.
The splash of bright red hair was startling against his thigh, Bunta's face in his lap, mouth easing over Kirihara's cock slowly. Kirihara panted harshly, watching captivated as the older boy swallowed his length down. Bunta's mouth was hot and tight, sloppy sounds coming from him as his head bobbed between Kirihara's legs. Kirihara's hips rocked up ever so slightly, feeling Bunta splutter slightly as he took him deeper.
His fingers twisted in Bunta's hair, twirling the soft strands around his fingers. Kirihara's head fell back, bumping against the edge of the bed, eyes closed, tremors running through his body. Soft, needy sounds came from him. He could feel Bunta's hands on his thighs, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. The older boy taking him deeper so that his nose brushed against Kirihara's thigh.
Kirihara came, crying out Bunta's name as the older boy swallowed around his length. Bunta eased off of him, Kirihara's chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers combed through Bunta's hair, petting. "Senpai…you.."
"Yeah." Bunta smirked at him, wiping the corner of his mouth. "I did." His hands were gentle as he fixed Kirihara's pants, zipping them back up. Kirihara leaned in, kissing the other boy, not minding the taste when Bunta kissed him back.
"Give me that controller, Akaya." Bunta broke their kiss, still pressed close to Kirihara. "I'm going to take you down." Another smirk, his leg slipped in-between Kirihara's.
"No way in hell, senpai." Kirihara re-launched the game, selecting two player.
"I beat this two weeks ago, me and Jackal got it as a promotion because we spend so much money there." Bunta's grin was downright wicked. "Be prepared to lose, brat."
Pairing: Bunta/Kirihara.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/blow job/ 903
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Kirihara plays a game, and Bunta has other ideas.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
Happy birthday uebo14 I hope you had a good one
The afternoon was balmy and hazy. Dark, heavy clouds hung overhead, practice falling apart when the skies opened, pouring down with rain. It didn’t take long before there were puddles on the court, the underclassmen hurriedly trying to take down the nets and put away equipment. Kirihara watched as Banta and Jackal headed up the clubroom, as he finished up his laps. Niou splashed next to him, intentionally running through the puddles, mud and filthy water splattering all over their legs. Sanada, Renji, and Yukimura were waiting for them at the top of the hill.
“Get changed.” Yukimura said as they approached. Niou grinned wickedly, nudged Kirihara, and literally pounced on Sanada, wrapping himself around the larger boy. Sanada’s jaw twitched as he struggled to dislodge Niou from him.
Kirihara took the warning glance from Renji at face value and continued on to the clubroom. He stripped out of his muddy uniform, shoving it into his bag. The last time he had left it out, Niou had run it up the flagpole. Bunta was sitting on the bench, flipping through a comic book.
“If you hurry up, we can hang out for a couple hours before I have to go home to make dinner.” He blew a bubble and grinned at Kirihara.
Kirihara scrubbed quickly, grateful that there was still hot water. He dried off and pulled on his school uniform. “Wanna play the new zombie death game? I picked it up a few days ago, and it’s awesome.” He gathered up his things, pausing to stuff his shoe laces into his shoes rather than bother with tying them.
“We could do that.” Bunta got up, umbrella in hand. They walked back to Kirihara’s, tucked under Bunta’s umbrella. Kirihara linked arms with the older boy, keeping Bunta close to him. They got to Kirihara’s, shaking off the last of the rain. They went up to Kirihara’s room. Bunta sat on the floor, his back against the bed. Kirihara sat next to him, flipping on the console. The game roared to life, Kirihara held out the second controller to Bunta.
“You play for a little bit, I haven’t seen this one.” Bunta moved closer to him, Kirihara hiding his grin.
For the most part, Kirihara managed to pay attention to the game. Bunta would move closer, pressed tight against him, a long line of warmth. Bunta’s head dropped to Kirihara’s shoulder, one pale hand resting on Kirihara’s thigh. Kirihara swallowed hard, fingers fumbling with the controls. His character on screen died horribly, the squelchy sounds of zombies tearing into a virtual human filling the silence.
“Senpai?” Kirihara’s heart pounded in his chest. Bunta’s hand moved slowly up and down his thigh, fingers curving along the inside of Kirihara’s thigh, falling just short of where Kirihara really wanted him to touch.
“We haven’t had a chance to be together in a while.” Bunta’s lips brushed against his ear as the older boy spoke. Kirihara shivered as Bunta’s hand slid further up his thigh.
“You’ve had study groups and stuff…” Kirihara’s voice shook slightly.
“I’m here now.” Bunta kissed him lightly, hands fumbling with the zipper of Kirihara’s pants. Bunta's kisses trailed along his neck, Kirihara tipping his head back, fussing with the buttons of his shirt. He shivered as Bunta's hands trailed along his stomach and chest, fingers teasing and making him moan.
"Senpai, don't stop." Kirihara groaned, hands grasping for Bunta as the other boy pulled away. He watched, wide eyed, panting, lips parted, mouth dry; Bunta moved down his body, kisses smearing against his skin. Kirihara's hips rocked up when Bunta's fingers brushed along the head of his cock, biting down on the heel of his hand, to keep from making too much noise.
The splash of bright red hair was startling against his thigh, Bunta's face in his lap, mouth easing over Kirihara's cock slowly. Kirihara panted harshly, watching captivated as the older boy swallowed his length down. Bunta's mouth was hot and tight, sloppy sounds coming from him as his head bobbed between Kirihara's legs. Kirihara's hips rocked up ever so slightly, feeling Bunta splutter slightly as he took him deeper.
His fingers twisted in Bunta's hair, twirling the soft strands around his fingers. Kirihara's head fell back, bumping against the edge of the bed, eyes closed, tremors running through his body. Soft, needy sounds came from him. He could feel Bunta's hands on his thighs, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. The older boy taking him deeper so that his nose brushed against Kirihara's thigh.
Kirihara came, crying out Bunta's name as the older boy swallowed around his length. Bunta eased off of him, Kirihara's chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers combed through Bunta's hair, petting. "Senpai…you.."
"Yeah." Bunta smirked at him, wiping the corner of his mouth. "I did." His hands were gentle as he fixed Kirihara's pants, zipping them back up. Kirihara leaned in, kissing the other boy, not minding the taste when Bunta kissed him back.
"Give me that controller, Akaya." Bunta broke their kiss, still pressed close to Kirihara. "I'm going to take you down." Another smirk, his leg slipped in-between Kirihara's.
"No way in hell, senpai." Kirihara re-launched the game, selecting two player.
"I beat this two weeks ago, me and Jackal got it as a promotion because we spend so much money there." Bunta's grin was downright wicked. "Be prepared to lose, brat."