Prince of Tennis: Tezuka Kunimitsu/Fuji Syusuke, Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony
Title: In Amor Veritas Part 13: Gula
Author: Reddwarfer
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: TeniPuri: Tezuka/Fuji
Theme: Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony
Word Count: 302
Disclaimer: The owners of PoT own PoT
Fuji continually destroys his reason. Tezuka doesn't know quite how he does this, or, more importantly, why he allows it, but Fuji wreaks havoc on his ordered existence.
Tezuka looks down at Fuji's face, sees how his lips are parted, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and his mind is gone. There is no room for anything else in his mind, but Fuji, how he looks, tastes, smells, feels, sounds, because that's all his senses want to perceive.
He is careful; he has to be, because one taste of Fuji's lips is enough for him to forget about anything else. Tezuka feels the way Fuji holds on to him, and he can't help but thrust harder, deeper, until all he can hear is the soft moans coming from Fuji, their skin sliding together.
Every time Fuji comes to him, smiles that smile, moves until they are so close together that he can feel the warmth emanating of off Fuji's skin, he tells himself that he will be good, be strong. He doesn't think he can ever be strong enough, because once he has a taste of Fuji, once he's inside, he can't stop. It's never just the once. It's as many times as he can manage before his body collapses from exhaustion and Fuji becomes too tired to move.
Even in repose, he struggles. On the outskirts of his slumbering mind, he can feel Fuji's naked flesh against his, and he finds his fingers wandering, his body shifting. And even while they both are still hazy with sleep, he's moving inside of Fuji, his lips are on Fuji's skin, his hands are on Fuji's hips and he listens as Fuji says his name like a benediction when he comes.
Fuji is his addiction, in many ways, and he doesn't ever want to be cured.
Author: Reddwarfer
Rating: R
Fandom/Pairing: TeniPuri: Tezuka/Fuji
Theme: Seven Deadly Sins: Gluttony
Word Count: 302
Disclaimer: The owners of PoT own PoT
Fuji continually destroys his reason. Tezuka doesn't know quite how he does this, or, more importantly, why he allows it, but Fuji wreaks havoc on his ordered existence.
Tezuka looks down at Fuji's face, sees how his lips are parted, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and his mind is gone. There is no room for anything else in his mind, but Fuji, how he looks, tastes, smells, feels, sounds, because that's all his senses want to perceive.
He is careful; he has to be, because one taste of Fuji's lips is enough for him to forget about anything else. Tezuka feels the way Fuji holds on to him, and he can't help but thrust harder, deeper, until all he can hear is the soft moans coming from Fuji, their skin sliding together.
Every time Fuji comes to him, smiles that smile, moves until they are so close together that he can feel the warmth emanating of off Fuji's skin, he tells himself that he will be good, be strong. He doesn't think he can ever be strong enough, because once he has a taste of Fuji, once he's inside, he can't stop. It's never just the once. It's as many times as he can manage before his body collapses from exhaustion and Fuji becomes too tired to move.
Even in repose, he struggles. On the outskirts of his slumbering mind, he can feel Fuji's naked flesh against his, and he finds his fingers wandering, his body shifting. And even while they both are still hazy with sleep, he's moving inside of Fuji, his lips are on Fuji's skin, his hands are on Fuji's hips and he listens as Fuji says his name like a benediction when he comes.
Fuji is his addiction, in many ways, and he doesn't ever want to be cured.