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Apr 26, 2006 04:49

Title: Release
Author: darksquall
Theme: Orgasm. (Five Stages of Sexual Response)
Series: Prince of Tennis
Rating: R



Tezuka made the most beautiful sounds as he neared his release. Atobe wanted to appreciate all those little things that made fucking Tezuka Kunimitsu feel so right but he was so lost in his own mindless pleasure that he only paid the barest attention to it anymore.

And then, Tezuka came, his back arched and his mouth wide open in a breathless yell of “Keigo!” on his lips as he spilled between them. The force of his release, the sudden loss of tension as his body was permitted to relax again coaxed a whimper from his throat.

Atobe didn’t pause, even for a moment. It was Tezuka’s voice at his ear that bought him, finally, to his release. It was the soft purr of his own name on Kunimitsu’s lips as an after thought that made him spill deep inside the heat of his lover’s body. Finally, still trembling, he slumped down against his lover and waited for the world to stop spinning.

“Nn, Keigo,” Tezuka murmured, reaching for his glasses. “We should go.”

“Shh, one minute more,” he asked, his voice soft. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to feel Tezuka’s skin against his own for just a while longer. Their meetings were always too brief, and he wasn’t willing to let his lover escape just yet.

Tezuka paused, his fingers resting lightly against the back of Atobe’s neck. “One more minute,” he conceded, closing his eyes and allowing Atobe to hold him. It was always one more minute, one more kiss, one more day.

He almost wondered when Atobe would ask for what they both really wanted.

Title: Resolution
Author: darksquall
Theme: resolution (Five Stages of Sexual Response)
Series: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG



Tezuka’s hand felt so warm as it slid against his own. He could feel the calluses from the racket, still light after his long period of rest from the game that he loved so much.

After all, only three things made Tezuka really come alive. The game of Tennis, Ryoma Echizen and his youthful talent, and whenever Atobe Keigo dared to get close enough to kiss and touch and make him moan in longing. Atobe was proud to be two of the things that made Tezuka come alive as, after all, he was Tezuka’s opponent on the courts as well as in bed and while he wanted to be all three things, two would do.

For now.

“Will I see you tonight, Tezuka?” he asked, a smile catching his lips as he watched his lover straighten his glasses and smooth his hair so his team mates would not know where he had truly been. Even though Atobe suspected that Fuji knew exactly where his buchou disappeared to any time that they happened to be playing on the same court.

“Of course,” Tezuka nodded. He did not smile as widely as Atobe, yet there was a contentment that curled his lips and made him look happier.

Someday, Atobe swore, he’d coax a real smile from those pretty lips and he would do everything in his power to rub it in Echizen’s face. Not because Echizen was one of the three things that made his lover come alive. No, it would be because Tezuka belonged to him, just as much as he belonged to Seigaku.

prince of tennis, keigo atobe/kunimitsu tezuka, five stages of sexual response

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