[Fic] POT. Tezuka/Fuji. NC17. Pleasing
Title: Pleasing
Author:
monitorscreen
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: NC17
Word count: 658
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the creation of Konomi Takeshi, not mine.
Summary: Tezuka is never really verbal.
Author's notes: Written for
kat8cha 's Tenipuri Anon Kink Meme, here. Request: Tezuka/Fuji -- D/s.
Pleasing
by monitor screen
Tezuka is not an easy master to please. Or rather, he would be if only Fuji knows what pleases him. Tezuka does not state his wishes outright, and it is very difficult to guess with his unchanging expression. It makes Fuji worries; he could have displeased his master with a single wrong move.
Like now, when they are in Fuji's bed, with Tezuka kneeling between his thighs, hands roaming over his chest. Does his master want him to reciprocate with touches? To arch into his caresses? Or to keep as still as possible under his master's administration? Does his master want him to be quiet? Or, as they have the house to themselves, to show his appreciation to his master's attention vocally? Where does his master want his hands? At his side? Over his head? Or grasping at the bedposts? How does his master want him, at all?
A hand pinched his nipple; Fuji gasped. He quickly sneaks a peek at Tezuka's face - nothing. He cannot stand the lack of response any longer. "Ne, Tez-"
Tezuka leans over and kisses him long and deep, pulling back only until Fuji is breathless. His master runs a finger over his lips, and there, he hears it: Don't speak.
Oh. That is an idea. Fuji reaches up to drag Tezuka back down into a kiss, getting only a peck on the cheek, and his hands pressed firmly into the mattress - Don't initiate touch.
Tezuka kisses down his jaw, his neck, and sucks onto his collarbone. Fuji lets out a little moan. He gets a lick, and a hand running along his side to cup his ass. It is okay to make noises.
Tezuka moves on, trailing a path across his chest, his belly. A swivel of tongue in his navel, then further down, down. Then he stops. Fuji opens eyes he does not realise having fallen shut, to see Tezuka beginning to work on his cock. Suddenly Tezuka stops again. Fuji looks at him in confusion - what does his master want?
Tezuka locks gaze with him, and swallows him in. For a moment the wet hotness blocks out everything, then it is gone again. What? Tezuka starts to lap at his head... And it clicks - Look at me.
It is more erotic than Fuji has thought to watch his cock moving in and out of those lush lips. Even more so because he knows his master is observing him. Tezuka's fingers graze his balls, trailing behind to circle his entrance. Fuji spreads his legs wider, draping an ankle over Tezuka's shoulder. Tezuka caresses his inner thigh briefly before dislodging the leg. Alright, not that.
Fuji has been too preoccupied to notice about the lube until Tezuka presses a finger into him. He tilts his hips as an invitation, and a second finger soon joins in. Tezuka leaves his cock, which he protests with a groan, and gets bitten on the belly for it. A third finger breaches him, brushing his sweet spot; Fuji arches into Tezuka's lapping of the bite mark.
And then the fingers are gone, and Tezuka is sucking at his throat. Fuji throws his head back into the mattress as Tezuka nudges at his entrance, his sighs muffled by Tezuka's kiss. As Tezuka fills him, he looks into his master's eyes, and sees the satisfaction there. Then Tezuka thrust, and thoughts are left behind. Fuji focuses on the dance of tongues with Tezuka as he is pushed closer and closer to the edge.
He comes to Tezuka's hand pumping him in time to the thrusts, feeling Tezuka's last few slides before he shoots inside him. They lay there silently for a moment, then Tezuka presses a kiss to Fuji's neck and moves off him. He reaches for a wet towel to clean them both up.
Stretching out and enjoying Tezuka wiping him down, Fuji feels secured to know that he has indeed pleased his master.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author:
monitorscreen
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: NC17
Word count: 658
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the creation of Konomi Takeshi, not mine.
Summary: Tezuka is never really verbal.
Author's notes: Written for
kat8cha 's Tenipuri Anon Kink Meme, here. Request: Tezuka/Fuji -- D/s.
Pleasing
by monitor screen
Tezuka is not an easy master to please. Or rather, he would be if only Fuji knows what pleases him. Tezuka does not state his wishes outright, and it is very difficult to guess with his unchanging expression. It makes Fuji worries; he could have displeased his master with a single wrong move.
Like now, when they are in Fuji's bed, with Tezuka kneeling between his thighs, hands roaming over his chest. Does his master want him to reciprocate with touches? To arch into his caresses? Or to keep as still as possible under his master's administration? Does his master want him to be quiet? Or, as they have the house to themselves, to show his appreciation to his master's attention vocally? Where does his master want his hands? At his side? Over his head? Or grasping at the bedposts? How does his master want him, at all?
A hand pinched his nipple; Fuji gasped. He quickly sneaks a peek at Tezuka's face - nothing. He cannot stand the lack of response any longer. "Ne, Tez-"
Tezuka leans over and kisses him long and deep, pulling back only until Fuji is breathless. His master runs a finger over his lips, and there, he hears it: Don't speak.
Oh. That is an idea. Fuji reaches up to drag Tezuka back down into a kiss, getting only a peck on the cheek, and his hands pressed firmly into the mattress - Don't initiate touch.
Tezuka kisses down his jaw, his neck, and sucks onto his collarbone. Fuji lets out a little moan. He gets a lick, and a hand running along his side to cup his ass. It is okay to make noises.
Tezuka moves on, trailing a path across his chest, his belly. A swivel of tongue in his navel, then further down, down. Then he stops. Fuji opens eyes he does not realise having fallen shut, to see Tezuka beginning to work on his cock. Suddenly Tezuka stops again. Fuji looks at him in confusion - what does his master want?
Tezuka locks gaze with him, and swallows him in. For a moment the wet hotness blocks out everything, then it is gone again. What? Tezuka starts to lap at his head... And it clicks - Look at me.
It is more erotic than Fuji has thought to watch his cock moving in and out of those lush lips. Even more so because he knows his master is observing him. Tezuka's fingers graze his balls, trailing behind to circle his entrance. Fuji spreads his legs wider, draping an ankle over Tezuka's shoulder. Tezuka caresses his inner thigh briefly before dislodging the leg. Alright, not that.
Fuji has been too preoccupied to notice about the lube until Tezuka presses a finger into him. He tilts his hips as an invitation, and a second finger soon joins in. Tezuka leaves his cock, which he protests with a groan, and gets bitten on the belly for it. A third finger breaches him, brushing his sweet spot; Fuji arches into Tezuka's lapping of the bite mark.
And then the fingers are gone, and Tezuka is sucking at his throat. Fuji throws his head back into the mattress as Tezuka nudges at his entrance, his sighs muffled by Tezuka's kiss. As Tezuka fills him, he looks into his master's eyes, and sees the satisfaction there. Then Tezuka thrust, and thoughts are left behind. Fuji focuses on the dance of tongues with Tezuka as he is pushed closer and closer to the edge.
He comes to Tezuka's hand pumping him in time to the thrusts, feeling Tezuka's last few slides before he shoots inside him. They lay there silently for a moment, then Tezuka presses a kiss to Fuji's neck and moves off him. He reaches for a wet towel to clean them both up.
Stretching out and enjoying Tezuka wiping him down, Fuji feels secured to know that he has indeed pleased his master.
Comments and critiques welcomed.