Fic: Evening, Ryoma/Tezuka, NC-17
Title: Evening
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP (porn-without-plot)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I don't make any money, just playing in someone else's sandbox.
Summary: Ryoma is going to spend the night over at Tezuka and after a hard practice, he just wants a relaxing evening. Tezuka however has other plans.
A/N: Why yes, I wrote another Tezuka-is-horny fic! Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Ryoma knocked on the door while stiffling a yawn. The captain knew how to conduct a practice which left all of the club members silently moaning their aching limbs. After the practice all of the club members had been walking slowly and some slightly wobbly and Ryoma had heard several members to swear never again pick up a tennis racket let alone play tennis. Ryoma would have never admitted it but the practice had made his muscles ache too. He wanted nothing else except to soak in a bath and then spend a nice relaxing evening with his boyfriend since he had gained the permission to stay at his place.
It seemed that Tezuka, however, had different plans.
The door opened with force and Ryoma had barely managed to lift his eyes and open his mouth to say he was home when Tezuka grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. Ryoma blinked his eyes but didn’t have time to react in any way before Tezuka had closed the door and pushed Ryoma against it. Tezuka crushed his mouth against Ryoma’s and brought his hips against Ryoma’s. Ryoma could feel the familiar hardness against his hips and despite his tiredness, his body started to react too. Any thoughts of a bath or relaxing in front of TV disappeared when Ryoma dropped his bag on the floor and put his hands around Tezuka. For a while they didn’t do anything except kiss and rub their hips slowly against each other but eventually Tezuka pulled away.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said with a husky voice and promptly took off Ryoma’s jacket. He then started to press kiss on the side of Ryoma’s neck.
“If I had known this was the welcome I would get, “ Ryoma gasped, “I would have ditched the practice.”
“No ditching,” Tezuka almost growled and Ryoma’s stomach made a flip. If it was possible, he had just gotten harder. Tezuka stopped kissing him for a moment and looked at Ryoma with an intense look in his eyes. Ryoma felt a shiver run up his spine. Tezuka hardly ever lost his calm, no matter what, and when he initiated sex, he usually did it with gentle kisses and whispers.
“Kick your shoes off,” Tezuka ordered and stepped back. Ryoma toed off his shoes as quickly as he could and then stepped forward. His hand found the bulge in Tezuka’s pants and slowly massaged it. Tezuka gasped and threw his head back. Ryoma smirked to himself.
“Bedroom,” Tezuka managed to gasp and reached to take Ryoma’s hand. Ryoma let Tezuka pull him to the bedroom where Tezuka then let his hand go and started to take off his clothes. Ryoma leaned his head to the side and took this opportunity to enjoy the show Tezuka was unintentionally giving. Despite Tezuka deciding not to go pro after all, he was in a top physical condition and Ryoma’s cock ached at the sight of him. He started to pull of his own clothes when Tezuka lifted an eyebrow to him and soon enough the clothes were scattered over the floor and Tezuka was pulling Ryoma to the bed and on him.
“I’ve been thinking of you the whole afternoon,” Tezuka bit Ryoma’s shoulder. He then soothed it with his tongue while moving his hips ever so slightly against Ryoma’s thigh. “I was trying to read but all I could think was you moving under me, you sucking me, you moaning with my fingers in you…” He kissed and bit where ever he could and Ryoma moaned. Tezuka had shifted so that he could still rub his cock against Ryoma’s thigh but Ryoma’s cock was painfully alone.
“I thought that perhaps I would suck you the minute you walked in,” Tezuka continued in the middle of the kisses. He scratched slightly Ryoma’s side, making him move slightly. “Or maybe just jerk us off with our clothes still on, against the outdoor.” Tezuka’s hand found Ryoma’s cock and gave it a squeeze. “Then I thought that perhaps you would like if I fingered you until you would beg for me to fuck you.” Tezuka moved his hand to Ryoma’s balls. “But I also thought that perhaps you would want to bend me over the bed and fuck me until I would scream your name.” The tone in Tezuka’s voice was almost conversational.
“Tezuka…” Ryoma’s voice was breathy. He had entwined his fingers in Tezuka’s hair and he could feel Tezuka’s hot breath agonizingly close to his cock. Just few centimeters more and his mouth would be on him.
Tezuka gave a tentative lick on Ryoma’s cock and hold Ryoma’s hips still. Tezuka then put his lips around the head of the cock, playing with it with his tongue while his hand gently massaged Ryoma’s balls. Ryoma gasped and moaned and after what felt like a small forever, Tezuka finally lowered his head more and took Ryoma in his mouth completely. He placed both of his hands on the sides of Ryoma’s hips and sucked and tongued Ryoma’s cock. Ryoma was trying to relax his fingers and not pull Tezuka’s hair even though what he really wanted was to Tezuka let him fuck his mouth. He could feel the hot pool in the pit of his belly starting to build up, he wouldn’t need so much more to come, just a little bit more…
Unfortunately for Ryoma, Tezuka always knew when Ryoma was about to come. He let Ryoma’s cock slip out from his mouth with a soft ‘plop’ and looked upwards. Ryoma was panting heavily but his fingers loosened up a bit from Tezuka’s hair. He looked up to Tezuka and opened his legs, while lifting his hips a bit. He turned his head slightly and reached his hand to open the nightstand to get the lube. He had barely opened it and squirted some to his fingers when Tezuka spoke.
“I prepared myself already,” Tezuka said and climbed on top of Ryoma. Ryoma’s cock, which had softened slightly, got hard immediately at the idea of Tezuka using his fingers to stretch himself while waiting for Ryoma and he placed one of his hand on Tezuka’s hip while lubing his cock with the other. Tezuka waited for him to be ready before speaking again.
“Comfortable?” Tezuka looked at him, or at least squinted his eyes towards Ryoma. Ryoma nodded and muttered a low “yeah” before Tezuka reached behind him and took a grip of Ryoma’s cock. He aligned it properly and then in one smooth move glided down on it. Ryoma gasped at the hot, tight flesh suddenly surrounding his cock and he had to bite his lip to not come there and then. Tezuka was making small movements with his hips and Ryoma could see he was grimacing. Ryoma was willing to bet it wasn’t just because of pleasure either.
“Careful, I don’t want to hurt you,” he made small circles with his thumbs. Tezuka opened his eyes and smiled. “You’re not,” he assured him and then started to move with his hands on Ryoma’s chest. Ryoma moved his hips slowly, trying to make sure Tezuka really was alright, but Tezuka sighed impatiently and shifted himself. Tezuka felt so good around Ryoma that he decided to just trust Tezuka to say if he wanted to slow down. He took a firmer grip of Tezuka’s hips and everytime Tezuka pushed downward, he made sure to push upwards as forcefully as he could. He tried to align himself differently and when Tezuka gave a slightly surprised moan, Ryoma knew he had found the right angle. He kept aiming for the spot inside Tezuka and listened Tezuka’s moans getting louder. Tezuka had his eyes half-closed and his head was thrown backwards when he kept pushing on Ryoma’s cock. Ryoma moved one of his hands to Tezuka’s cock and started to jerk it with quick movements. Tezuka was gasping on top of him and Ryoma could hear that he was getting close. Ryoma thought he could always stay like this, watching Tezuka moan on top of him with his head thrown back and throat exposed, and on the other hand he wanted nothing more than to feel Tezuka come undone around and on him until there was nothing left. Perhaps Tezuka felt the same way because he turned his face downwards and while looking Ryoma in the eyes he, with one desperate thrust downwards, clenched around Ryoma and came with a moan that seemed to continue forever. Ryoma needed no other encouragement than Tezuka shuddering on top of him and he came with his eyes shut, moaning Tezuka's name.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP (porn-without-plot)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I don't make any money, just playing in someone else's sandbox.
Summary: Ryoma is going to spend the night over at Tezuka and after a hard practice, he just wants a relaxing evening. Tezuka however has other plans.
A/N: Why yes, I wrote another Tezuka-is-horny fic! Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Ryoma knocked on the door while stiffling a yawn. The captain knew how to conduct a practice which left all of the club members silently moaning their aching limbs. After the practice all of the club members had been walking slowly and some slightly wobbly and Ryoma had heard several members to swear never again pick up a tennis racket let alone play tennis. Ryoma would have never admitted it but the practice had made his muscles ache too. He wanted nothing else except to soak in a bath and then spend a nice relaxing evening with his boyfriend since he had gained the permission to stay at his place.
It seemed that Tezuka, however, had different plans.
The door opened with force and Ryoma had barely managed to lift his eyes and open his mouth to say he was home when Tezuka grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. Ryoma blinked his eyes but didn’t have time to react in any way before Tezuka had closed the door and pushed Ryoma against it. Tezuka crushed his mouth against Ryoma’s and brought his hips against Ryoma’s. Ryoma could feel the familiar hardness against his hips and despite his tiredness, his body started to react too. Any thoughts of a bath or relaxing in front of TV disappeared when Ryoma dropped his bag on the floor and put his hands around Tezuka. For a while they didn’t do anything except kiss and rub their hips slowly against each other but eventually Tezuka pulled away.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said with a husky voice and promptly took off Ryoma’s jacket. He then started to press kiss on the side of Ryoma’s neck.
“If I had known this was the welcome I would get, “ Ryoma gasped, “I would have ditched the practice.”
“No ditching,” Tezuka almost growled and Ryoma’s stomach made a flip. If it was possible, he had just gotten harder. Tezuka stopped kissing him for a moment and looked at Ryoma with an intense look in his eyes. Ryoma felt a shiver run up his spine. Tezuka hardly ever lost his calm, no matter what, and when he initiated sex, he usually did it with gentle kisses and whispers.
“Kick your shoes off,” Tezuka ordered and stepped back. Ryoma toed off his shoes as quickly as he could and then stepped forward. His hand found the bulge in Tezuka’s pants and slowly massaged it. Tezuka gasped and threw his head back. Ryoma smirked to himself.
“Bedroom,” Tezuka managed to gasp and reached to take Ryoma’s hand. Ryoma let Tezuka pull him to the bedroom where Tezuka then let his hand go and started to take off his clothes. Ryoma leaned his head to the side and took this opportunity to enjoy the show Tezuka was unintentionally giving. Despite Tezuka deciding not to go pro after all, he was in a top physical condition and Ryoma’s cock ached at the sight of him. He started to pull of his own clothes when Tezuka lifted an eyebrow to him and soon enough the clothes were scattered over the floor and Tezuka was pulling Ryoma to the bed and on him.
“I’ve been thinking of you the whole afternoon,” Tezuka bit Ryoma’s shoulder. He then soothed it with his tongue while moving his hips ever so slightly against Ryoma’s thigh. “I was trying to read but all I could think was you moving under me, you sucking me, you moaning with my fingers in you…” He kissed and bit where ever he could and Ryoma moaned. Tezuka had shifted so that he could still rub his cock against Ryoma’s thigh but Ryoma’s cock was painfully alone.
“I thought that perhaps I would suck you the minute you walked in,” Tezuka continued in the middle of the kisses. He scratched slightly Ryoma’s side, making him move slightly. “Or maybe just jerk us off with our clothes still on, against the outdoor.” Tezuka’s hand found Ryoma’s cock and gave it a squeeze. “Then I thought that perhaps you would like if I fingered you until you would beg for me to fuck you.” Tezuka moved his hand to Ryoma’s balls. “But I also thought that perhaps you would want to bend me over the bed and fuck me until I would scream your name.” The tone in Tezuka’s voice was almost conversational.
“Tezuka…” Ryoma’s voice was breathy. He had entwined his fingers in Tezuka’s hair and he could feel Tezuka’s hot breath agonizingly close to his cock. Just few centimeters more and his mouth would be on him.
Tezuka gave a tentative lick on Ryoma’s cock and hold Ryoma’s hips still. Tezuka then put his lips around the head of the cock, playing with it with his tongue while his hand gently massaged Ryoma’s balls. Ryoma gasped and moaned and after what felt like a small forever, Tezuka finally lowered his head more and took Ryoma in his mouth completely. He placed both of his hands on the sides of Ryoma’s hips and sucked and tongued Ryoma’s cock. Ryoma was trying to relax his fingers and not pull Tezuka’s hair even though what he really wanted was to Tezuka let him fuck his mouth. He could feel the hot pool in the pit of his belly starting to build up, he wouldn’t need so much more to come, just a little bit more…
Unfortunately for Ryoma, Tezuka always knew when Ryoma was about to come. He let Ryoma’s cock slip out from his mouth with a soft ‘plop’ and looked upwards. Ryoma was panting heavily but his fingers loosened up a bit from Tezuka’s hair. He looked up to Tezuka and opened his legs, while lifting his hips a bit. He turned his head slightly and reached his hand to open the nightstand to get the lube. He had barely opened it and squirted some to his fingers when Tezuka spoke.
“I prepared myself already,” Tezuka said and climbed on top of Ryoma. Ryoma’s cock, which had softened slightly, got hard immediately at the idea of Tezuka using his fingers to stretch himself while waiting for Ryoma and he placed one of his hand on Tezuka’s hip while lubing his cock with the other. Tezuka waited for him to be ready before speaking again.
“Comfortable?” Tezuka looked at him, or at least squinted his eyes towards Ryoma. Ryoma nodded and muttered a low “yeah” before Tezuka reached behind him and took a grip of Ryoma’s cock. He aligned it properly and then in one smooth move glided down on it. Ryoma gasped at the hot, tight flesh suddenly surrounding his cock and he had to bite his lip to not come there and then. Tezuka was making small movements with his hips and Ryoma could see he was grimacing. Ryoma was willing to bet it wasn’t just because of pleasure either.
“Careful, I don’t want to hurt you,” he made small circles with his thumbs. Tezuka opened his eyes and smiled. “You’re not,” he assured him and then started to move with his hands on Ryoma’s chest. Ryoma moved his hips slowly, trying to make sure Tezuka really was alright, but Tezuka sighed impatiently and shifted himself. Tezuka felt so good around Ryoma that he decided to just trust Tezuka to say if he wanted to slow down. He took a firmer grip of Tezuka’s hips and everytime Tezuka pushed downward, he made sure to push upwards as forcefully as he could. He tried to align himself differently and when Tezuka gave a slightly surprised moan, Ryoma knew he had found the right angle. He kept aiming for the spot inside Tezuka and listened Tezuka’s moans getting louder. Tezuka had his eyes half-closed and his head was thrown backwards when he kept pushing on Ryoma’s cock. Ryoma moved one of his hands to Tezuka’s cock and started to jerk it with quick movements. Tezuka was gasping on top of him and Ryoma could hear that he was getting close. Ryoma thought he could always stay like this, watching Tezuka moan on top of him with his head thrown back and throat exposed, and on the other hand he wanted nothing more than to feel Tezuka come undone around and on him until there was nothing left. Perhaps Tezuka felt the same way because he turned his face downwards and while looking Ryoma in the eyes he, with one desperate thrust downwards, clenched around Ryoma and came with a moan that seemed to continue forever. Ryoma needed no other encouragement than Tezuka shuddering on top of him and he came with his eyes shut, moaning Tezuka's name.