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Fandom: POT
Pairing: Atobe/Ryoma
Rating: PG13
Summary: He was his addiction...
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me.
Ryoma sat on Atobe’s lap, head tucked under his chin, one hand holding on to his shirt, while the other one idly drew circles on Atobe’s chest. He loved this feeling. The feeling of complete and total satisfaction, of safety, of love, that always surrounded him when he was held like this by Atobe.
Atobe found amusing most of the time, though he’d gone as far as to say that it was an endearing trait that he wished Ryoma would show more often. Since it wasn’t every day that he let Atobe hold him like this.
Sighing he snuggled closer to Atobe’s warmth, nuzzling his neck for a bit before gently licking him. That was another thing he loved about Atobe. His taste. It was unique, intoxicating, and addictive. It was one thing that he could not go a day without having.
“Are you trying to eat me?” Atobe whispered one night, when Ryoma kept licking and biting his neck, not showing any signs of stopping.
“Shut up monkey king.” Was all he’d said as he continued to slowly lick his way down Atobe’s chest, stomach, hips, until he reach his real price.
His taste. It was too addictive to live without.
He moaned in contentment as he felt Atobe’s hand begin to massage his neck; his fingers running gently through his hair in slow intervals.
His hands, there should be a warning placed on his hands alone. Given the right time and place, they could work miracles on him. He could be aroused to such a state of frenzy one moment, and then be turned into a complete puddle of satisfied flesh the next. His hands…they were his hands.
Turning around slowly, straddling him, he laid his head back on his shoulder. Continuing his gentle licks and murmuring nonsensical words of encouragement, as he felt Atobe’s hand continue with his massage.
“It’s almost time, Ryo.” Atobe whispered in his ear, running his fingers through his hair, as his other hand started rubbing small circles on his back.
“Not yet…not yet, Keigo.” Ryoma moaned as he tried to bury his face in Atobe’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
“It will only be for two weeks. I’ll call you every day if that will make it better.” Atobe whispered, trailing kisses up Ryoma’s neck, jaw, mouth.
“You better call every day monkey king.” Ryoma sighed as he let Atobe kiss him, burying his fingers in his silky hair.
“I must go Ryoma; you know I can’t skip this meeting.” Atobe tried to reason as he stood up, holding Ryoma to him around his waist as he refused to be put down from his perched.
Sighing, Ryoma looked at Atobe, trying to memorize his face before he left.
“You’ll use that ridiculously expensive camera thing you bought, right?” He asked as he trailed his hand through his hair, memorizing the feel of it on his fingertips.
“Yes I’ll use it, that’s why I bought it to begin with.” Atobe said with a slight frown, trying to remember if the camera had actually been packet in his suitcase or not.
“And you’ll let me know when you get there, right?” Ryoma asked, as he once more began to lick Atobe’s neck.
“You know I will, now stop delaying this and get down, Ore-sama can only carry you for so long.”
Stopping in mid-lick Ryoma blinked. “Are you calling me fat?!”
“Of course not Ryoma, I’m simply stating that I must go; yet you’re still wrapped around me like a monkey.”
Frowning, Ryoma got on his feet. “Last time I checked, you were the monkey…monkey king.”
“How many times must Ore-sama tell you not to call him by that name, brat?” Atobe said with a scowl as he grabbed his suit case.
“Che, whatever monkey king; go on to your stupid meeting, see if I care when you come back.” Ryoma said, while trying not to pout at the turn of events.
Sighing, Atobe leaned down a kissed him gently. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Nodding Ryoma walked with Atobe towards the front door.
“I’ll see you in two weeks, I promise.” Atobe said as he kissed him one last time before walking towards the limousine.
Waiting until Atobe was inside the limousine, Ryoma smirked, before screaming. “If you come back a week early I’ll buy you that wrinkle cream you like!”
“You damn brat!” Was heard coming from inside the limousine as it drove away.
A/N: I haven't written anything for the POT fandom in a while, much less anything to do with one of my favorite pairing (Atobe/Ryoma). So here's something that came to be an hour ago. Hope you like it ^__^!!!!!!! It's un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine. Also I've started my own website, you can find fics that I highly recommend over there. I'm still adding all the fics, but go check it out ^_^!!!
Pairing: Atobe/Ryoma
Rating: PG13
Summary: He was his addiction...
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me.
Ryoma sat on Atobe’s lap, head tucked under his chin, one hand holding on to his shirt, while the other one idly drew circles on Atobe’s chest. He loved this feeling. The feeling of complete and total satisfaction, of safety, of love, that always surrounded him when he was held like this by Atobe.
Atobe found amusing most of the time, though he’d gone as far as to say that it was an endearing trait that he wished Ryoma would show more often. Since it wasn’t every day that he let Atobe hold him like this.
Sighing he snuggled closer to Atobe’s warmth, nuzzling his neck for a bit before gently licking him. That was another thing he loved about Atobe. His taste. It was unique, intoxicating, and addictive. It was one thing that he could not go a day without having.
“Are you trying to eat me?” Atobe whispered one night, when Ryoma kept licking and biting his neck, not showing any signs of stopping.
“Shut up monkey king.” Was all he’d said as he continued to slowly lick his way down Atobe’s chest, stomach, hips, until he reach his real price.
His taste. It was too addictive to live without.
He moaned in contentment as he felt Atobe’s hand begin to massage his neck; his fingers running gently through his hair in slow intervals.
His hands, there should be a warning placed on his hands alone. Given the right time and place, they could work miracles on him. He could be aroused to such a state of frenzy one moment, and then be turned into a complete puddle of satisfied flesh the next. His hands…they were his hands.
Turning around slowly, straddling him, he laid his head back on his shoulder. Continuing his gentle licks and murmuring nonsensical words of encouragement, as he felt Atobe’s hand continue with his massage.
“It’s almost time, Ryo.” Atobe whispered in his ear, running his fingers through his hair, as his other hand started rubbing small circles on his back.
“Not yet…not yet, Keigo.” Ryoma moaned as he tried to bury his face in Atobe’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around him.
“It will only be for two weeks. I’ll call you every day if that will make it better.” Atobe whispered, trailing kisses up Ryoma’s neck, jaw, mouth.
“You better call every day monkey king.” Ryoma sighed as he let Atobe kiss him, burying his fingers in his silky hair.
“I must go Ryoma; you know I can’t skip this meeting.” Atobe tried to reason as he stood up, holding Ryoma to him around his waist as he refused to be put down from his perched.
Sighing, Ryoma looked at Atobe, trying to memorize his face before he left.
“You’ll use that ridiculously expensive camera thing you bought, right?” He asked as he trailed his hand through his hair, memorizing the feel of it on his fingertips.
“Yes I’ll use it, that’s why I bought it to begin with.” Atobe said with a slight frown, trying to remember if the camera had actually been packet in his suitcase or not.
“And you’ll let me know when you get there, right?” Ryoma asked, as he once more began to lick Atobe’s neck.
“You know I will, now stop delaying this and get down, Ore-sama can only carry you for so long.”
Stopping in mid-lick Ryoma blinked. “Are you calling me fat?!”
“Of course not Ryoma, I’m simply stating that I must go; yet you’re still wrapped around me like a monkey.”
Frowning, Ryoma got on his feet. “Last time I checked, you were the monkey…monkey king.”
“How many times must Ore-sama tell you not to call him by that name, brat?” Atobe said with a scowl as he grabbed his suit case.
“Che, whatever monkey king; go on to your stupid meeting, see if I care when you come back.” Ryoma said, while trying not to pout at the turn of events.
Sighing, Atobe leaned down a kissed him gently. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Nodding Ryoma walked with Atobe towards the front door.
“I’ll see you in two weeks, I promise.” Atobe said as he kissed him one last time before walking towards the limousine.
Waiting until Atobe was inside the limousine, Ryoma smirked, before screaming. “If you come back a week early I’ll buy you that wrinkle cream you like!”
“You damn brat!” Was heard coming from inside the limousine as it drove away.
A/N: I haven't written anything for the POT fandom in a while, much less anything to do with one of my favorite pairing (Atobe/Ryoma). So here's something that came to be an hour ago. Hope you like it ^__^!!!!!!! It's un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine. Also I've started my own website, you can find fics that I highly recommend over there. I'm still adding all the fics, but go check it out ^_^!!!