[Fic] POT. Tezuka/Fuji. R. Claimed
Title: Claimed
Author: monitorscreen
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Word count: 353
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the creation of Konomi Takeshi, not mine.
Summary: Tezuka liked the feeling.
Author's notes: Written for springkink, prompt: July 1 - #49. Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji: D/s - "I will be the dog at your feet. Come along when you call..." It comes out softer than I planned, the kink less prominent; but I think it still goes with the prompt. I hope the recipient would like it :-) And why yes, I'm late =_= Cheated when posting in the comm ^_^;;
Claimed
by monitor screen
Fuji patted his head as he panted against Fuji's shoulder. Once he got his breath back, Tezuka eased himself out slowly, hovering over the other boy for a moment, until Fuji pulled him into a kiss and ruffled his hair some more.
Tezuka pulled away slightly, paused and silently asking for permission. Fuji smiled at him, giving his shoulders a gentle push to get him going, and Tezuka gladly slid down Fuji's body, lapping clean the come on Fuji's toned stomach. He liked putting his mouth on Fuji; and judging by Fuji's humming and stretching, so did the tensai.
After a while Fuji caressed his cheek, drawing his attention. There was a contemplating look to the tensai's face, and Tezuka waited in anticipation, nuzzling Fuji's hand as he did. Fuji chuckled and tapped his nose in response, then made to sit up. Tezuka quickly rolled away to let him, and watched uncertainly as Fuji leaned over to rummage in his desk drawer.
"Here, I got this for you." Fuji turned back with some kind of cord in his hand. He dangled it in front of Tezuka's face for him to see. It was a necklace, of a curious metal design suspended between black leather cords. Fuji opened the clasp, and moved to put it on him. Tezuka bowed his head obligingly for easy access.
It was tight. Not so much that it hindered his breathing, but enough that the metal pressed against his throat every time he inhaled. Tezuka liked the feeling. But he was perplexed as of the occasion - had he forgotten a date?
Fuji kissed his cheek before his thoughts could drift too far, whispering into his ear, "Just for you to remember me by when you go home." A hint of delight in his voice as if he knew Tezuka's thought on that.
This choker was such a blatant brand of affection, and to be able to wear it in front of his family filled Tezuka with a warm glow. They would not recognise the accessory as what it was, but Tezuka would know.
He kissed Fuji his thanks.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author: monitorscreen
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Word count: 353
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the creation of Konomi Takeshi, not mine.
Summary: Tezuka liked the feeling.
Author's notes: Written for springkink, prompt: July 1 - #49. Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji: D/s - "I will be the dog at your feet. Come along when you call..." It comes out softer than I planned, the kink less prominent; but I think it still goes with the prompt. I hope the recipient would like it :-) And why yes, I'm late =_= Cheated when posting in the comm ^_^;;
Claimed
by monitor screen
Fuji patted his head as he panted against Fuji's shoulder. Once he got his breath back, Tezuka eased himself out slowly, hovering over the other boy for a moment, until Fuji pulled him into a kiss and ruffled his hair some more.
Tezuka pulled away slightly, paused and silently asking for permission. Fuji smiled at him, giving his shoulders a gentle push to get him going, and Tezuka gladly slid down Fuji's body, lapping clean the come on Fuji's toned stomach. He liked putting his mouth on Fuji; and judging by Fuji's humming and stretching, so did the tensai.
After a while Fuji caressed his cheek, drawing his attention. There was a contemplating look to the tensai's face, and Tezuka waited in anticipation, nuzzling Fuji's hand as he did. Fuji chuckled and tapped his nose in response, then made to sit up. Tezuka quickly rolled away to let him, and watched uncertainly as Fuji leaned over to rummage in his desk drawer.
"Here, I got this for you." Fuji turned back with some kind of cord in his hand. He dangled it in front of Tezuka's face for him to see. It was a necklace, of a curious metal design suspended between black leather cords. Fuji opened the clasp, and moved to put it on him. Tezuka bowed his head obligingly for easy access.
It was tight. Not so much that it hindered his breathing, but enough that the metal pressed against his throat every time he inhaled. Tezuka liked the feeling. But he was perplexed as of the occasion - had he forgotten a date?
Fuji kissed his cheek before his thoughts could drift too far, whispering into his ear, "Just for you to remember me by when you go home." A hint of delight in his voice as if he knew Tezuka's thought on that.
This choker was such a blatant brand of affection, and to be able to wear it in front of his family filled Tezuka with a warm glow. They would not recognise the accessory as what it was, but Tezuka would know.
He kissed Fuji his thanks.
Comments and critiques welcomed.