In the locker room
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Wordcount: 547
-M-Momo?! W-what are you doing?!-
Kawamura had found himself pressed against a wall inside the locker room by the younger boy, who was looking at him in a strange way.
He had just won a friendly match against a rival school and he simply wanted to take a shower, he didn’t expect his kohai, who wasn’t currently playing, to act like that.
-Taka-san, you are always amazing!- Momoshiro said in a warm tone of voice.
Takashi blushed at that compliment. He wasn’t used to receiving them by anyone.
-Well, thank you… but if you could just let me take a shower first…- he embarrassedly tried to get out of that weird situation.
-I’ve always admired your strength!- the other added, ignoring his senpai’s request.
Kawamura didn’t know what to do. He never imagined he would experience something like that. He didn’t know what to say nor what to do. He couldn’t just push his team mate away, could he? It would be rude. So he said nothing, hoping that his silence would bore Momo enough to make him let him go.
On the contrary, Takeshi stepped closer, pressing his body against the older boy’s. He moved his head near Kawamura’s neck in order to lick him, tasting his manly sweat while gently nibbling at his senpai’s skin.
Takashi stiffened in surprise and embarrassment, blushing even harder, but he couldn’t prevent a sigh of pleasure from coming out of his mouth.
Momoshiro put his hands on the other’s hips to keep him still while rubbing his crotch against Kawamura’s, his actions getting bolder at every second.
-M-Momo … I don’t think that…- Takashi tried to protest, pressing himself against the wall behind his back as if he wanted to pass through it. -…I don’t think that this is appropriate…-
-But Taka-san is so cool…- the kohai replied, sliding his hands on the older boy’s sides.
He slipped one inside his senpai’s tennis shorts, touching him over his underwear.
Kawamura moaned at that, feeling his legs getting weaker because of the younger boy’s daring caresses.
-I want to be as strong as Taka-san.- Momoshiro sensually whispered in his team mate’s ear before licking it.
-Mo-Momo…- Takashi moaned louder, putting his hands on the other’s shoulders.
He didn’t even know if he wanted to push him away or to pull him closer, his head was spinning too much to let him think clearly. Especially now that his kohai had slipped his hand inside the older boy’s underwear to masturbate him.
-Taka-san…- the younger boy moaned too.
He put his free hand inside his own shorts, masturbating himself at the same pace he was using for his senpai.
They groaned and moved their hips to meet each other’s crotches, reaching their climax almost together with a loud moan.
At that point Kawamura relaxed against the wall while Momoshiro pulled his hands out from their shorts to support himself.
-What’s going on here?- a cold voice asked.
The boys shivered in fear, turning their heads towards the door.
-F-Fujiko-chan!- Takashi yelped.
Momoshiro went pale, stepping away from Kawamura and, more importantly, from the door.
-It’s not what it looks like!- he tried to justify himself.
-Isn’t it?- Shuusuke asked, creepily smiling.
Takeshi thought that running for his life was his best option.
Wordcount: 547
-M-Momo?! W-what are you doing?!-
Kawamura had found himself pressed against a wall inside the locker room by the younger boy, who was looking at him in a strange way.
He had just won a friendly match against a rival school and he simply wanted to take a shower, he didn’t expect his kohai, who wasn’t currently playing, to act like that.
-Taka-san, you are always amazing!- Momoshiro said in a warm tone of voice.
Takashi blushed at that compliment. He wasn’t used to receiving them by anyone.
-Well, thank you… but if you could just let me take a shower first…- he embarrassedly tried to get out of that weird situation.
-I’ve always admired your strength!- the other added, ignoring his senpai’s request.
Kawamura didn’t know what to do. He never imagined he would experience something like that. He didn’t know what to say nor what to do. He couldn’t just push his team mate away, could he? It would be rude. So he said nothing, hoping that his silence would bore Momo enough to make him let him go.
On the contrary, Takeshi stepped closer, pressing his body against the older boy’s. He moved his head near Kawamura’s neck in order to lick him, tasting his manly sweat while gently nibbling at his senpai’s skin.
Takashi stiffened in surprise and embarrassment, blushing even harder, but he couldn’t prevent a sigh of pleasure from coming out of his mouth.
Momoshiro put his hands on the other’s hips to keep him still while rubbing his crotch against Kawamura’s, his actions getting bolder at every second.
-M-Momo … I don’t think that…- Takashi tried to protest, pressing himself against the wall behind his back as if he wanted to pass through it. -…I don’t think that this is appropriate…-
-But Taka-san is so cool…- the kohai replied, sliding his hands on the older boy’s sides.
He slipped one inside his senpai’s tennis shorts, touching him over his underwear.
Kawamura moaned at that, feeling his legs getting weaker because of the younger boy’s daring caresses.
-I want to be as strong as Taka-san.- Momoshiro sensually whispered in his team mate’s ear before licking it.
-Mo-Momo…- Takashi moaned louder, putting his hands on the other’s shoulders.
He didn’t even know if he wanted to push him away or to pull him closer, his head was spinning too much to let him think clearly. Especially now that his kohai had slipped his hand inside the older boy’s underwear to masturbate him.
-Taka-san…- the younger boy moaned too.
He put his free hand inside his own shorts, masturbating himself at the same pace he was using for his senpai.
They groaned and moved their hips to meet each other’s crotches, reaching their climax almost together with a loud moan.
At that point Kawamura relaxed against the wall while Momoshiro pulled his hands out from their shorts to support himself.
-What’s going on here?- a cold voice asked.
The boys shivered in fear, turning their heads towards the door.
-F-Fujiko-chan!- Takashi yelped.
Momoshiro went pale, stepping away from Kawamura and, more importantly, from the door.
-It’s not what it looks like!- he tried to justify himself.
-Isn’t it?- Shuusuke asked, creepily smiling.
Takeshi thought that running for his life was his best option.