Blame the Cold
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Kevin/Sakuno (Yes, you read that right. no, I am not entirely insane.)
Rating/warnings/s: Uh...NC-17 for the descriptions. But um...crack. Lots of crack. If you want to know why, go look at the pairing up there.
Disclaimer/s: I do not own Prince of Tennis, nor any of its characters. I am making no money from writing this.
All characters in this fic over the age of 18.
She looked at my cock with a kind-of resigned disappointment. A light frown pinched her pretty features between her brows as she stared at my exposed member, hardened and standing straight at attention in front of her face. Big brown eyes focused solely on the slight swaying motion that my hips caused while I pushed my jeans and boxers down over my thighs. Goosebumps raised up along my so-pale skin as the cool night air rushed over the newly-revealed flesh.
As hot as it should have been to sit there with my cock out, a pretty girl on her knees all ready and willing to wrap her luscious painted lips around it, I couldn't help but feel a little awkward. Watching her sit there, her head cocked ever-so-slightly, an expression of pure confusion and consideration replacing the previous emotion did not at all inspire confidence.
"You gonna just stare at it, princess?" Arrogance was a nice cover for my own self-consciousness.
Her long braided pigtails slapped against her clothed body as she shook her head, small pale hands coming up to rest on my knees. Lightly, tentatively, her hand encircled that hardened flesh that stood between my thighs. It was almost as if she had been waiting for something, though what she could have been waiting for, I'll never know.
A pleased shiver overtook my body. Tingling, electric waves pulsed through my veins starting from that single point of contact. Heat flushed under my skin, turning my pale exterior a nice pink color where the blood rushed to the surface. Just her touch had me hot and worked up, dripping just slightly from my tip.
She leaned over my lap with her upper body, her mouth hovering just above my throbbing cock. All I could think of was how much I wanted that that tongue of hers to run over my leaking tip; wanted to see it lick and lap at the bead of precum that had settled so patiently on my cockhead before the entire thing disappeared between her lips. I squirmed a little, impatient, and her small hands and thin arms managed to pin my thighs to the chair I sat in, making me unable to buck up into that waiting mouth. A frown creased her features again, and brown eyes darted up to my face.
"Fucking hell," I complained, my tone a little whiny even to my own ears--I hated it when it sounded like that, but right now, I'd probably get on all fours and beg for it. ...Just as long as she didn't figure it out, I'd be fine. "What's wrong now?"
"Kevin-kun...," she started, her breath trailing over my tip like teasing fingers of hot air. "It's just...."
"Just what?" I was getting impatient. If she wasn't going to do it, then I was going to push her off and take care of it myself.
"It's just...Ryoma-kun's is so much bigger."
And with that, the hot warmth of her mouth engulfed my hardened flesh, and all thoughts and protests that bubbled up at her words promptly disappeared.
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Pairing: Kevin/Sakuno (Yes, you read that right. no, I am not entirely insane.)
Rating/warnings/s: Uh...NC-17 for the descriptions. But um...crack. Lots of crack. If you want to know why, go look at the pairing up there.
Disclaimer/s: I do not own Prince of Tennis, nor any of its characters. I am making no money from writing this.
All characters in this fic over the age of 18.
She looked at my cock with a kind-of resigned disappointment. A light frown pinched her pretty features between her brows as she stared at my exposed member, hardened and standing straight at attention in front of her face. Big brown eyes focused solely on the slight swaying motion that my hips caused while I pushed my jeans and boxers down over my thighs. Goosebumps raised up along my so-pale skin as the cool night air rushed over the newly-revealed flesh.
As hot as it should have been to sit there with my cock out, a pretty girl on her knees all ready and willing to wrap her luscious painted lips around it, I couldn't help but feel a little awkward. Watching her sit there, her head cocked ever-so-slightly, an expression of pure confusion and consideration replacing the previous emotion did not at all inspire confidence.
"You gonna just stare at it, princess?" Arrogance was a nice cover for my own self-consciousness.
Her long braided pigtails slapped against her clothed body as she shook her head, small pale hands coming up to rest on my knees. Lightly, tentatively, her hand encircled that hardened flesh that stood between my thighs. It was almost as if she had been waiting for something, though what she could have been waiting for, I'll never know.
A pleased shiver overtook my body. Tingling, electric waves pulsed through my veins starting from that single point of contact. Heat flushed under my skin, turning my pale exterior a nice pink color where the blood rushed to the surface. Just her touch had me hot and worked up, dripping just slightly from my tip.
She leaned over my lap with her upper body, her mouth hovering just above my throbbing cock. All I could think of was how much I wanted that that tongue of hers to run over my leaking tip; wanted to see it lick and lap at the bead of precum that had settled so patiently on my cockhead before the entire thing disappeared between her lips. I squirmed a little, impatient, and her small hands and thin arms managed to pin my thighs to the chair I sat in, making me unable to buck up into that waiting mouth. A frown creased her features again, and brown eyes darted up to my face.
"Fucking hell," I complained, my tone a little whiny even to my own ears--I hated it when it sounded like that, but right now, I'd probably get on all fours and beg for it. ...Just as long as she didn't figure it out, I'd be fine. "What's wrong now?"
"Kevin-kun...," she started, her breath trailing over my tip like teasing fingers of hot air. "It's just...."
"Just what?" I was getting impatient. If she wasn't going to do it, then I was going to push her off and take care of it myself.
"It's just...Ryoma-kun's is so much bigger."
And with that, the hot warmth of her mouth engulfed my hardened flesh, and all thoughts and protests that bubbled up at her words promptly disappeared.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.