Mile For an Inch
Title: Mile For an Inch
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Yuuta/Mizuki
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuuta doesn't need to see how that girls' uniform looks on him. Really, he doesn't.
Word Count: ~200
Mile For an Inch
Mizuki has him by the shoulders and holds him in place in front of the mirror, a mirror that Yuuta tries not to look into. "Nfu nfu nfu, oh come now, Yuuta-kun," says Mizuki, "I think it looks very flattering on you." Yuuta's cheeks flush angrily at the thought, and now he really doesn't.
"I don't need to see how it looks on me, Mizuki-san," Yuuta stresses, and really, he doesn't, because Yuuta's figure is not suited for this type of thing. He's beginning to think maybe Mizuki just did it for kicks, and if Mizuki's about to take another mile off the inch he's given him, then Yuuta needs to do something about it.
But he can't hide the St. Rudolph girls' uniform from himself, though, even if he shuts his eyes. Not when a warm hand is slipping beneath the flimsy material of his skirt, fingers smoothing against his thigh.
Teeth nip at the dip in his neck, then, the exposed part of his shoulder. Yuuta sucks in a breath, hissing deeply as his eyes squeeze shut. "Only if you wear it next then."
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Yuuta/Mizuki
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuuta doesn't need to see how that girls' uniform looks on him. Really, he doesn't.
Word Count: ~200
Mile For an Inch
Mizuki has him by the shoulders and holds him in place in front of the mirror, a mirror that Yuuta tries not to look into. "Nfu nfu nfu, oh come now, Yuuta-kun," says Mizuki, "I think it looks very flattering on you." Yuuta's cheeks flush angrily at the thought, and now he really doesn't.
"I don't need to see how it looks on me, Mizuki-san," Yuuta stresses, and really, he doesn't, because Yuuta's figure is not suited for this type of thing. He's beginning to think maybe Mizuki just did it for kicks, and if Mizuki's about to take another mile off the inch he's given him, then Yuuta needs to do something about it.
But he can't hide the St. Rudolph girls' uniform from himself, though, even if he shuts his eyes. Not when a warm hand is slipping beneath the flimsy material of his skirt, fingers smoothing against his thigh.
Teeth nip at the dip in his neck, then, the exposed part of his shoulder. Yuuta sucks in a breath, hissing deeply as his eyes squeeze shut. "Only if you wear it next then."