Hinted Memories, tenipurifantasy
Title: Hinted Memories
By: Lucifer Hisaki (squallwinger/luciferhisaki (ficjournal))
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tenipuri or we be seeing orgies upon orgies of yummy yaoi smex
Fandom: Tennis No Oujisama/Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu/Echizen Ryoma
Rating: NC-17, though I think it's a very High R
Summary: Fic Response to Request on tenipurifantasy, Fluffed smut beyond belief.
Request: banana_onigiri -- Pervy Tezuka Tezuryo crackfic or fluffy Tezuryo which mentions how Tezuka loves kissing Ryoma's eyelid where there's a scar from his match with Shinji.
Notes: Is there such a thing as too much romanticizing? Cause if there is... I think I just crossed the line! ^^;
† Hinted Memories †
The grandfather clock in the living room of their shared apartment rang twice more before silencing. The gentle spring breeze against the window rattled the glass, a smoothing yet haunting sound. However, they didn’t pay any head to it, having only eyes for each other, wanting only sounds of pleasure and love to be their voices and echoes.
Tezuka dipped his head deeper into Ryoma’s neck, hand grazing along the planes of the smaller teen’s torso, the other gripping into a bare hip, thumb caressing in a circular motion. The elder male nipped and suckled the skin before him, a small leering of a smile gracing his lips. Ryoma’s hands were entangled into Tezuka’s, head back, a throat purr rising from his throat, toes curling in delight.
Wind whistled, Tezuka moving his hand from Ryoma’s chest and to his groin, wrapping around the hard member, stroking it lightly with his forefinger and thumb. His lover arched into him, moaning in delight, eyes closed in longing. Tezuka moved down to Ryoma’s collarbone, licking softly. The only object of clothing, a small thin black choker fell back into place on Ryoma’s neck.
Ryoma mewled, squirming in the other’s grip before Tezuka released his grasp of the throbbing cock and hip to pin his lover down into the mattress. A slight sound of dissatisfaction escaped from Ryoma’s mouth. He opened his eyes to look into Tezuka’s.
A gleam of taunting lust flickered in the light of the candles around the room. Tezuka leaned up, kissing Ryoma lightly before moving downward, placing his lips softly on the teen’s tantalizing skin. He licked downward, stopping for a moment to tickle his kouhei’s belly, dipping his tongue inside the small belly button, nibbling at the edge, right hand trailing lower to fondle Ryoma’s balls. Ears perked at the sounds of sweet delicious purrs.
Crawling lower, Tezuka flicked his tongue over Ryoma’s moist slit before licking it harder, fingers grazing upward, dancing teasingly over throbbing skin. Ryoma arched into the air more, eyes closed tight once more. The taller male hummed softly to himself, licking up and down his treasure, stray hand prodding Ryoma’s entrance, teasing lightly, circling it softly.
Fingers curling into his sempai’s hair, Ryoma moaned loudly, griping the strands tightly, hard enough that he might pull them out completely. His other hand clung to Tezuka’s left shoulder, feeling the stretch marks and old surgical scars of old. White faded bumps of wounds from a doctor’s knife, a cautious scrutinizing blade, hoping to help the taller teen’s pains.
Ryoma blinked away the memories of worriment and helplessness. This wasn't the time for that. Shaking his head slightly, he rolled his hips in response to his sempai's ministrations.
Inserting one of his fingers inside his lover, Tezuka swallowed the weeping head, Ryoma gasping, head thrown back more. Peering underneath his eyelashes at the blurry image of his lover, the elder male suckled softly around the object in his mouth, his free hand rolling the balls of the other teasingly. Ryoma mewled happily.
Tezuka continued to suckle Ryoma, twisting his inserted finger in the constricting ring of muscles. Adding another, he stretched his kouhei more, removing his mouth, a trail of saliva stringing the two together. He leaned up to nuzzle Ryoma’s neck with one hand reaching out to the cherry wood nightstand next to the bed.
Opening the top drawer, he withdrew a small bottle of strawberry fragrant lubricant. Twisting the cap off with his thumb and forefinger, he spread the gel over Ryoma’s entrance and his inserted fingers. The smell of strawberries filled the humid air, mingling with the twinges of scented sweat and musk. Ryoma shivered at the new cold touch, biting his lower lip in response. Tezuka leaned down to capture his lips into a chaste kiss.
Ryoma opened his mouth, taking Tezuka’s own into his, nibbling gently on the elder’s lips, running his tongue over them. In return, the former Buchou slowly pulled away to lick his own lips before descending down to thrust his tongue into his lover. Fingers inched more inside the tight entrance, Ryoma wiggling against them, thrusting downward slightly.
The elder teen removed his fingers, drawing a soft sigh of discontent from his kouhei. Tezuka smiled before positioning himself in front of Ryoma’s opening, spreading the strawberry scented lubricant over himself. Ryoma spread his legs in anticipation, looking directly at Tezuka under his lashes. Slowly, the taller lover descended into the tight warm ring of muscles, grunting slightly, his lover flinching in pain for a moment.
Tezuka bent down again to take the soft lips into his own once more, hand sliding over Ryoma’s throbbing member, trying to distract the younger teen away from the inevitable pain. Ryoma arched into him, a moan of pleasure emerging from his throat, tears prickling the edges of his eyes. The former captain moved to nibble and nuzzle the pale neck, free hand lifting Ryoma off the mattress and into his lap, letting him straddle Tezuka’s lap.
Fully in, Tezuka stilled his thrusting, hands continuing to stroke the respective areas of Ryoma’s body, lips caressing the teen’s neck in light kisses and bites, Ryoma’s trimmed nails digging into Tezuka’s back. Ryoma pulled himself up before thrusting down on Tezuka, an otherwise silent affirmation of consent. Tezuka smiled gently, thrusting up into the heat a little faster, his lover clinging to him harder, head bent to mark Tezuka’s own neck and shoulder.
Their rhythm was long and slow, seconds and minutes ticking pass them as they danced their dance. Mouths formed no real words but the gentle touches of their hands spoke it all, eyes speaking for them as pleasure sparked from their union. Tezuka’s lips grazed along the thin black choker on Ryoma’s neck before settling to kiss underneath the teen’s jaw line.
Gentle thrusting slowly raised them to new heights of pleasure, the rocking of their bodies bringing forth new peaks. Ryoma’s fingers dug deeper into the skin of his sempai’s back, head thrown back as white sparks of novas blinded his eyes. Streams of his release showered their stomachs before he fell back limply onto Tezuka.
Tezuka grunted twice, thrusting thrice before he fell off that pleasure precipice. Body feeling heavy as gravity took hold, they collapsed onto the soft plush bed, the taller of the two moving to the side slightly, raising his head to stare down at the blissful face of his lover.
Pulling out, he enticed a moan of displeasure which he silenced with a long slow chaste kiss, Ryoma purring into it, their grips on each other loosening. Tezuka moved to the side, his right elbow bearing most of his weight as he stared down at the slowly drifting Ryoma.
With his left hand, he stroked the younger male’s cheek before he leaned down to kiss Ryoma’s eyelids, lips lingering on Ryoma’s left eye. He could feel the faded scar of years past, a memory of blood splattered on a tennis court, his worry and fear under a cool indifferent mask of authority.
He could remember the feel of the red racket’s grip tape, the look of thanks, the voiced worries of his teammates. He could remember it as if it was yesterday but he blinked the memory away. It was nothing now but a distant past. He wouldn’t worry about it now. Tezuka had his own fears about his lover and Ryoma had the same.
Tezuka rolled his left shoulder unconsciously as he drew the sheets around them, settling for a long night’s sleep. Come morning, they would act as they usually do. Two lovers in love without a worry in the world. Come morning, the past would be back where it belongs.
The elder teen glanced at the clock. It was past one already. However, a thought emerged from his exhausted mind, a date. Chuckling softly, Tezuka huddled down into the blankets and into his lover’s warmth, arms wrapping around the shorter figure.
It was the anniversary of that fateful match.
Ryoma shifted slightly in his sleep, cuddling more into Tezuka, a smile on his lips. His lover smiled in return before kissing him gently once more before he settled into a blissful rest in Morpheus’s arms.
The candles already burned out and wind still whistled against the windows. The black choker on Ryoma’s neck had been unclasped, Tezuka’s long fingers pulling it away from the skin to set it on the nightstand. The fabric gleamed for a moment in the light of the digital clock.
† The End †
You know the drill! Please review!
By: Lucifer Hisaki (squallwinger/luciferhisaki (ficjournal))
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tenipuri or we be seeing orgies upon orgies of yummy yaoi smex
Fandom: Tennis No Oujisama/Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu/Echizen Ryoma
Rating: NC-17, though I think it's a very High R
Summary: Fic Response to Request on tenipurifantasy, Fluffed smut beyond belief.
Request: banana_onigiri -- Pervy Tezuka Tezuryo crackfic or fluffy Tezuryo which mentions how Tezuka loves kissing Ryoma's eyelid where there's a scar from his match with Shinji.
Notes: Is there such a thing as too much romanticizing? Cause if there is... I think I just crossed the line! ^^;
† Hinted Memories †
The grandfather clock in the living room of their shared apartment rang twice more before silencing. The gentle spring breeze against the window rattled the glass, a smoothing yet haunting sound. However, they didn’t pay any head to it, having only eyes for each other, wanting only sounds of pleasure and love to be their voices and echoes.
Tezuka dipped his head deeper into Ryoma’s neck, hand grazing along the planes of the smaller teen’s torso, the other gripping into a bare hip, thumb caressing in a circular motion. The elder male nipped and suckled the skin before him, a small leering of a smile gracing his lips. Ryoma’s hands were entangled into Tezuka’s, head back, a throat purr rising from his throat, toes curling in delight.
Wind whistled, Tezuka moving his hand from Ryoma’s chest and to his groin, wrapping around the hard member, stroking it lightly with his forefinger and thumb. His lover arched into him, moaning in delight, eyes closed in longing. Tezuka moved down to Ryoma’s collarbone, licking softly. The only object of clothing, a small thin black choker fell back into place on Ryoma’s neck.
Ryoma mewled, squirming in the other’s grip before Tezuka released his grasp of the throbbing cock and hip to pin his lover down into the mattress. A slight sound of dissatisfaction escaped from Ryoma’s mouth. He opened his eyes to look into Tezuka’s.
A gleam of taunting lust flickered in the light of the candles around the room. Tezuka leaned up, kissing Ryoma lightly before moving downward, placing his lips softly on the teen’s tantalizing skin. He licked downward, stopping for a moment to tickle his kouhei’s belly, dipping his tongue inside the small belly button, nibbling at the edge, right hand trailing lower to fondle Ryoma’s balls. Ears perked at the sounds of sweet delicious purrs.
Crawling lower, Tezuka flicked his tongue over Ryoma’s moist slit before licking it harder, fingers grazing upward, dancing teasingly over throbbing skin. Ryoma arched into the air more, eyes closed tight once more. The taller male hummed softly to himself, licking up and down his treasure, stray hand prodding Ryoma’s entrance, teasing lightly, circling it softly.
Fingers curling into his sempai’s hair, Ryoma moaned loudly, griping the strands tightly, hard enough that he might pull them out completely. His other hand clung to Tezuka’s left shoulder, feeling the stretch marks and old surgical scars of old. White faded bumps of wounds from a doctor’s knife, a cautious scrutinizing blade, hoping to help the taller teen’s pains.
Ryoma blinked away the memories of worriment and helplessness. This wasn't the time for that. Shaking his head slightly, he rolled his hips in response to his sempai's ministrations.
Inserting one of his fingers inside his lover, Tezuka swallowed the weeping head, Ryoma gasping, head thrown back more. Peering underneath his eyelashes at the blurry image of his lover, the elder male suckled softly around the object in his mouth, his free hand rolling the balls of the other teasingly. Ryoma mewled happily.
Tezuka continued to suckle Ryoma, twisting his inserted finger in the constricting ring of muscles. Adding another, he stretched his kouhei more, removing his mouth, a trail of saliva stringing the two together. He leaned up to nuzzle Ryoma’s neck with one hand reaching out to the cherry wood nightstand next to the bed.
Opening the top drawer, he withdrew a small bottle of strawberry fragrant lubricant. Twisting the cap off with his thumb and forefinger, he spread the gel over Ryoma’s entrance and his inserted fingers. The smell of strawberries filled the humid air, mingling with the twinges of scented sweat and musk. Ryoma shivered at the new cold touch, biting his lower lip in response. Tezuka leaned down to capture his lips into a chaste kiss.
Ryoma opened his mouth, taking Tezuka’s own into his, nibbling gently on the elder’s lips, running his tongue over them. In return, the former Buchou slowly pulled away to lick his own lips before descending down to thrust his tongue into his lover. Fingers inched more inside the tight entrance, Ryoma wiggling against them, thrusting downward slightly.
The elder teen removed his fingers, drawing a soft sigh of discontent from his kouhei. Tezuka smiled before positioning himself in front of Ryoma’s opening, spreading the strawberry scented lubricant over himself. Ryoma spread his legs in anticipation, looking directly at Tezuka under his lashes. Slowly, the taller lover descended into the tight warm ring of muscles, grunting slightly, his lover flinching in pain for a moment.
Tezuka bent down again to take the soft lips into his own once more, hand sliding over Ryoma’s throbbing member, trying to distract the younger teen away from the inevitable pain. Ryoma arched into him, a moan of pleasure emerging from his throat, tears prickling the edges of his eyes. The former captain moved to nibble and nuzzle the pale neck, free hand lifting Ryoma off the mattress and into his lap, letting him straddle Tezuka’s lap.
Fully in, Tezuka stilled his thrusting, hands continuing to stroke the respective areas of Ryoma’s body, lips caressing the teen’s neck in light kisses and bites, Ryoma’s trimmed nails digging into Tezuka’s back. Ryoma pulled himself up before thrusting down on Tezuka, an otherwise silent affirmation of consent. Tezuka smiled gently, thrusting up into the heat a little faster, his lover clinging to him harder, head bent to mark Tezuka’s own neck and shoulder.
Their rhythm was long and slow, seconds and minutes ticking pass them as they danced their dance. Mouths formed no real words but the gentle touches of their hands spoke it all, eyes speaking for them as pleasure sparked from their union. Tezuka’s lips grazed along the thin black choker on Ryoma’s neck before settling to kiss underneath the teen’s jaw line.
Gentle thrusting slowly raised them to new heights of pleasure, the rocking of their bodies bringing forth new peaks. Ryoma’s fingers dug deeper into the skin of his sempai’s back, head thrown back as white sparks of novas blinded his eyes. Streams of his release showered their stomachs before he fell back limply onto Tezuka.
Tezuka grunted twice, thrusting thrice before he fell off that pleasure precipice. Body feeling heavy as gravity took hold, they collapsed onto the soft plush bed, the taller of the two moving to the side slightly, raising his head to stare down at the blissful face of his lover.
Pulling out, he enticed a moan of displeasure which he silenced with a long slow chaste kiss, Ryoma purring into it, their grips on each other loosening. Tezuka moved to the side, his right elbow bearing most of his weight as he stared down at the slowly drifting Ryoma.
With his left hand, he stroked the younger male’s cheek before he leaned down to kiss Ryoma’s eyelids, lips lingering on Ryoma’s left eye. He could feel the faded scar of years past, a memory of blood splattered on a tennis court, his worry and fear under a cool indifferent mask of authority.
He could remember the feel of the red racket’s grip tape, the look of thanks, the voiced worries of his teammates. He could remember it as if it was yesterday but he blinked the memory away. It was nothing now but a distant past. He wouldn’t worry about it now. Tezuka had his own fears about his lover and Ryoma had the same.
Tezuka rolled his left shoulder unconsciously as he drew the sheets around them, settling for a long night’s sleep. Come morning, they would act as they usually do. Two lovers in love without a worry in the world. Come morning, the past would be back where it belongs.
The elder teen glanced at the clock. It was past one already. However, a thought emerged from his exhausted mind, a date. Chuckling softly, Tezuka huddled down into the blankets and into his lover’s warmth, arms wrapping around the shorter figure.
It was the anniversary of that fateful match.
Ryoma shifted slightly in his sleep, cuddling more into Tezuka, a smile on his lips. His lover smiled in return before kissing him gently once more before he settled into a blissful rest in Morpheus’s arms.
The candles already burned out and wind still whistled against the windows. The black choker on Ryoma’s neck had been unclasped, Tezuka’s long fingers pulling it away from the skin to set it on the nightstand. The fabric gleamed for a moment in the light of the digital clock.
† The End †
You know the drill! Please review!