Tachibana made his way into their dorm room, looking more sullen than usual. Work had just been hell since two of their operators had gone on vacation, and Tachibana had to pick up even more calls. To top it off, he was feeling rather... sexually frustrated, so helping other perverts get off just made him feel hollow inside.
Gritting his teeth, Tachibana shut the door as quietly as possible, despite a craving to slam it shut and disrupt Tezuka, who was probably studying by now. If Tezuka wanted him to back off, he would. One-sided pleasure wasn't his idea of a good time anyways.
Running his fingers back through his messy blonde hair, the hazel-eyed boy plodded his way towards the bathroom, stripping his way there. He had nothing on but a half-undone pair of jeans when he realized the shower was very much occupied.
"..."
His brain shut down a few minutes, watching the current object of his lust through the misty glass, and it took all Tachibana's willpower to not just slam open the shower door and pounce on the brunette.
Ryuuzaki Sumire naked on a cold day. Ryuuzaki Sumire naked on a cold day. Ryuuzaki Sumire naked on a cold day. the blonde chanted mentally.
There were few things, Tezuka decided, that were as embarassing as being caught daydreaming about one's lover in the bath.
What he'd intended to be a quick shower had turned into a rather long affair, the hot water sliding down his back and trailing soothingly down his thighs. He'd closed his eyes and was currently imagining how Tachibana had looked the night of the formal, half-shadowed in the back of the cab with his shirt and jacket undone.
He touched a finger to his lips and remembered the way they'd kissed, the way they'd done... other things... the night after that.
"Kippei..." he sighed, leaning forward and dipping his head under the water's spray. He wondered idly if he'd have time to... take care... of the rather impossible erection he was now sporting, and he narrowed his eyes in annoyance as he remembered his current situation.
It wasn't really anyone's fault but his own, of course, the way he'd let his grades slip like that. Kippei hadn't really done anything except be his typical... irresistible... wide-eyed... half-naked...
...self. Tezuka's eyes widened as he found himself staring at Tachibana from behind the fogged glass, slipping a little as he grabbed his towel from the door handle and covered himself.
Loudly slamming the shower door open, Tachibana’s eyes didn’t leave Tezuka’s body, dark and intent. His tongue ran over his lips, and he looked wolfish, feral, especially with the mane of golden hair hanging in front of his hazel eyes.
Tezuka. Was. Gorgeous.
Tachibana could smell the arousal radiating off the brunette, almost could taste it in the air, cinnamon and wet and hot. His eyes traced Tezuka’s body just like the rivulets of water that cascaded down the glorious topography of the boy’s lean, toned muscles. The other’s nipples were a faint rose color, and Tachibana wanted to reach out and pinch them, tease the nubs into hardness, mouth latching onto the familiar curve of Tezuka’s neck, renew the bruises that had begun to fade… press the pretty buchou’s writhing body up against the shower wall and then…
Despite the burning need Tachibana had to pounce on the other boy in the shower, jeans on and all, he counted to ten, walking over to the sink to splash cold water on his face, breathing a little rough.
Only then did he manage to return the other’s feeble greeting, voice still having a lusty, rough edge to it, even though he didn’t dare look at the other boy now. “Hello…” he replied, almost growling the word, making it sound sexual and raw.
‘I am not going to be able to stand this for two weeks…’ he thought, staring down past the sink to where a noticeable bulge was growing, pressing against the rough material of his undone jeans.
"..." Tezuka was unable to offer a decent response to that, his eyes shutting briefly as he tried to ignore the sexual current running through Tachibana's voice. He didn't miss the pains his lover had taken to control himself, and Tezuka would be damned if he couldn't do the same.
He wrapped the towel securely around his waist and moved out of the shower, offering Tachibana a strained smile. "I'm done," he said, sidling past Kippei and sliding wetly across his back. "...feel free to use me-- /it/."
Tezuka froze at the Freudian slip, midway through squeezing past his lover and out of the bathroom. Their room was hardly a large one and its facilities were more of the same; he'd be hard-pressed to move past Tachibana without making at least a small amount of contact.
As it was, however, Tezuka found himself in the rather compromising position of having his entire front pressed against Tachibana's back. (The other boy was currently leaning over the sink and his backside was providing an extremely favourable cushion for Tezuka's front.)
/Oh. God./ It took all of Tezuka's will power not to reach out (all of two inches, damn it all), and run his palms across the hard planes of Tachibana's back, press him forward on the sink, bend him over and...
Tezuka nearly tripped over himself in his haste to run out of the bathroom.
/Think,/ he told himself. /Breathe./ He grabbed at the boxers he'd laid out on his bed previously, dumping his towel unceremoniously and sliding them on.
"I'm going to study now," he called out to Tachibana, wincing when he realized that his voice had gone several octaves higher. He cleared his throat and tried again, even as he bent over to search for an old shirt in his bottom drawer.
"...I have a review exam tomorrow, so I'll be studying most of the night."
Tachibana felt the other’s arousal pressing through the towel against his backside, his fingers clenching the sink tightly for a moment. The brunette lingered there for a moment, breath heavy, tickling the fair blonde hairs that hung over the back of the Fudomine buchou’s neck.
God. If Tezuka wanted to take him right there, pushed up against the sink, without any preparation or anything, Tachibana knew he’d do nothing to stop the other boy. He wanted it, wanted Tezuka, so much that he had to bite his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood so that he would not rub back against the terry cloth covered hardness.
As his lover stumbled out of the bathroom in a state of panic, the blonde let out a long sigh of relief.
“Aa…” he replied, working on getting his pants off, almost tempted to pour the cold water from the still running sink down the jeans. “Good luck with that then…” he tried to be enthusiastic, but it was going to be terrible, sitting there in bed with Tezuka sitting on the other bed, so close and yet so far away, poring over those damned textbooks.
Turning the sink off, and shucking his pants off to the side, Tachibana turned the cold tap on for the shower, not in the mood for his usual hour shower, sucking up every last drop of warmth from the water heater. The frigid cold solved his rising problems, and it was probably better for his newly dyed hair, having been abused enough to change from dark black to bright gold.
While he froze, the blonde thought about what could be done to solve this problem. It wasn’t like Tezuka and he never talked, but it was always after the passion, softly spoken words, gentle touches and smiles they rarely showed in public. If only there was a way that they could both pursue their tennis and academic goals at the same time they were... well… rutting like animals in heat on a nightly basis.
Tachibana sighed, shampooing his hair, running it through the icy water until the blonde locks sparkled clean. He washed methodically, robotically, lost in his thoughts. If there was anything he didn’t want to ever do, it was holding Tezuka back. And now that he heard how the brunette’s grades were suffering… well, he felt horrible.
Shutting off the shower, Tachibana grabbed a towel, drying his hair as he meandered out of the bathroom in his usual manner, naked as the day he was born.
Tezuka sat down at his desk and cracked open his book, crossing his legs self-consciously. He was studying higher algebra today, something he was normally quite good at, but the numbers kept blending together as he worked them.
He kept thinking about how... /hot/... Kippei looked with his blonde mane and he kept wondering how it would look when it was fanned across his pillow...
/...let's not go there./ Tezuka closed his eyes briefly and rubbed at the bridge of hise nose. The numbers he'd been taking down to solve had somehow morphed into a chibi of Tachibana with hearts around it, (and since Tezuka couldn't draw, it really looked quite horrible).
He frowned darkly. "This... isn't working." He tore of the notebook paper and set it aside, starting with a fresh sheet of paper. He took down the problem again and got his calculator out, writing down the equation neatly. He was so intent on this, in fact, that he didn't even notice Tachibana stepping out of the bathroom til he made some sort of noise.
He glanced up then...
...and promptly broke his pencil.
The little bit of lead snapped off and poked a hole right through the number he'd been writing, but Tezuka didn't even notice. He could stand quite a lot of things but this was... this was hardly fair. There was still a faint sheen of moisture clinging to Tachibana's skin, making him seem almost iridiscent, and Tezuka licked his lips unconsciously.
He stood and crossed the small room in a single graceful motion, grabbing Tachibana's wrists and pushing him against the wall. Their eyes met briefly, Tezuka's gaze practically screaming lust and need and...
Tezuka kissed him. Deeply and thoroughly, his tongue tangling with Tachibana's, his hands tightening on the other's wrists. Moisture from Kippei's body was seeping into Tezuka's shirt; he was pressed so close to his lover that there were hardly any spaces between them.
"Kippei..." he growled against the other's mouth, his lips moving to the side of the other boy's neck and sucking hard. "...I want you so badly..."
Tachibana had been barely alert upon emerging from his frosty shower, blinking innocently and curiously as Tezuka stared at him like a starved man viewing a banquet. There was the snap of the pencil, and the brunette licked his lips in such a sultry manner that Tachibana swallowed unconsciously, hazel eyes widening a little.
But by the time he’d realized, he was being pushed up against the wall. The towel he’d been patting his long blonde hair dry with fell with a whisper, still damp strands hanging in front of his eyes. Looking into Tezuka’s own for just an instant, seeing nothing but pure hunger there…
His body pressed back against the wall, pressured by the strength of the brunette over him. Hands, despite delighting in their capture, twisted about frantically, finally clutching fingers loosely on the fists gripping their wrists.
The kiss was bruising, delicious, and Tachibana was passive in it for once, just responding as best he could, eyes falling shut as he tried to remember how to breath. Their tongues danced together, two twin flames, hot and sensual, flickering at each other.
He felt, rather than heard the growled words against his mouth, eyes opening half-way, mouth wet with both their spit - when had they both been so sloppy? - and red from the roughness of the kiss. Then, Tezuka’s mouth moved to his neck, lips sucking hard enough to mark…
A sharp sting of pleasurable pain ran red through Kippei’s body, and he arched wantonly against his captor, a deep rumbling moan coming forth from him. His blunt nails dug into Tezuka’s hands slightly as he rubbed against him, as if to say ‘why are you wearing so many clothes?’
As Tachibana’s back curved away from the wall, the Fudomine captain wondered in the back of his head what had become of Tezuka’s strict studying. His fingers loosened their tight grip on the other’s hands, body becoming lax…
…well, if Tezuka was the insistent one doing this, then it wasn’t Kippei’s fault if he failed the test, right?
Tezuka didn't think it was possible to be any more aroused than he currently was, but he realized that he was mistaken when Tachibana started to... /moan/.
His fingers tightened against his lover's wrists as the other arched towards him, damp skin pressed against the thin cloth of Tezuka's shirt.
"Kippei..." he breathed hotly, sucking a path of kisses down the side of Tachibana's neck. There would be a mark tomorrow-- several, in fact-- but right now he couldn't care less. His world had narrowed to Kippei only, every sense filled with the sight of him, the smell of him, the /taste/ of him.
He half-pulled, half-embraced Kippei from where he'd pressed him against the wall, trying to lead them to his bed without breaking contact. Tezuka's exams were a distant memory now, the equations in his mind blurring into color and shape and form.
Tezuka stumbled slightly as they bumped into his chair (kissing while walking was a thankless task), but managed to steer and drop them both down onto his carefully-made bed. He pulled back long enough to strip off his shirt then, tossing it behind him heedlessly. All that mattered right now was that Kippei was on his bed-- panting, hard, and /naked/.
And... /oh/. Tachibana /did/ look extremely appetizing with his blonde hair fanned across Tezuka's pillows like that...
Silently breathing thanks to all the Gods he knew of, Tezuka bent down to kiss Tachibana again, one hand pinning the other's wrists in the sheets above him, his other hand wrapping around his cock.
Three days... three /days/. Tezuka felt like he was drowning in the other boy, like he couldn't get enough of him, and he was determined to make him moan and gasp and... beep.
Beep?
Tezuka blinked as a rather loud beeping noise filled their small room and pierced through his lust-addled brain.
Oh. He'd set his alarm. To make sure that he wouldn't forget to study. And to make sure that he didn't end up jumping Tachibana in his sleep.
Tezuka blinked somewhat owlishly as he tore his mouth away from the spot on Tachibana's chest that he'd been sucking at.
"...I have to study."
(OOC: I am thoroughly amused by the fact that Blonde!Kippei = Uke!Kippei. XDDD Tezuka is pleased. XD
The tension the other boy was building in Tachibana’s body with his rough, sucking kisses was causing Kippei to utter the most embarrassing, yet erotic noises, unable to speak in other terms other than growls and purrs and moans.
Tezuka was not any stronger than the blonde, but right now, Tachibana felt weak, biting his lip to try and stop the noises that spilled forth from his wet lips at Tezuka’s coaxing. “T-tezuka…” he stammered, as he was pulled away from the wall by strong, guiding arms.
They stumbled about as though blind, so focused on each other that they nearly took a tumble over Tezuka’s chair on the way to the brunette’s bed.
Their lips broke contact as the blonde’s body hit the bedspread, and Tachibana gulped for air desperately, hazel eyes opening dazedly, trying to get back in control of his body. He figured out quickly, as lustful eyes swept across his panting form that he was not going to be allowed to be in control this time.
The thought… thrilled him.
And the blonde whined softly, arching his back and trying to get into as much contact with the other’s skin as he could, teasing if his life depended on it. The submissive role wasn’t his forte, but when called upon he could be uke with the best of them.
‘Why are his pants still on, dammit?!’ he thought, suppressing an over-eager growl, hand fisting irritably, but he did nothing to break Tezuka’s hold on him. If this was the only way to get the brunette to…
Tachibana’s thoughts splintered off as a warm, soft hand covered his length, stroking him at the same time Tezuka’s lips crashed into his, stealing his breath away. He moaned against the mouth attacking his, bare ankles curling around Tezuka’s sock-clad ones, wishing he had control of his arms to pull the other closer, chest to chest, so he could feel that strong heart beating rhythmically against his own… beat… beat… beep…
Beep?
‘Oh fuck no... he… he didn’t…’ Tachibana’s eyes opened in shock as Tezuka began to withdraw from him, a strange look in his eyes.
/I have to study/
Kippei bit his lower lip, trying to stifle any angry protests that he so desired to make. Instead, he just quivered a little underneath the other boy, blushing a little as his hands closed over the strong fist binding his wrists together.
“Tezuka…” he whispered, licking his lips a little, voice dropping several notches into a sultry pleading tone. “/Please…/”
(OOC: *is also amused* ^__^
Tachibana: *just wants to get laid, dammit* @_@;;; *dying here*
Tezuka's homework was beckoning uninvitingly on his nightstand, and the captain shut his eyes and slowly counted down from ten.
"Kippei..." he winced, releasing the other boy's wrists. /Please don't make this any harder than it already is./
Tezuka was not Seigaku's captain for nothing; his control over himself was second to none, and his sense of responsibility more so.
"I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair. He was still straddling his lover, and he crossed his arms over his bare chest self-consciously. "My duties are clear on this matter; I cannot afford to achieve sub-standard marks on this exam."
Still, his voice was shaking with the effort of controlling himself, and he couldn't quite bring himself to part from Tachibana just yet. "I... if you need to..." and his lip twisted at the word. "See... other people, I wouldn't blame you."
And he stood up and walked (rather painfully) to his seat and sat down, not ever bothering to put on his shirt.
(OOC: *brain explodes*
Tezuka: ...you could help me study, you know. -_~)
Tachibana lay there for a moment, breathless and longing and /frustrated/ as hell.
Sitting up, the lion-haired boy watched predatorily for several moments as Tezuka uncomfortably sat and began to work once more.
The hazel eyed teen didn't think, so much as act, as he crawled on all fours from the bed. Tachibana was annoyed, annoyed at Tezuka's assumptions that he /wanted/ anyone else, and annoyed that the brunette was denying him something they both desired.
If Tezuka was Seigaku's captain for his control, Tachibana was Fudomine's captain for his sheer tenacity.
Tezuka could do his studying, alright. Tachibana didn't mind one bit.
The blonde's mouth closed over the other's cloth-covered erection beneath the desk, wetting the fabric with his tongue and blowing puffs of hot air over the fabric encased length that twitched eagerly at his ministrations.
Yes. Tezuka could study. But only after Kippei got what he wanted from the brown haired boy. He'd started it, after all. The blonde haired boy was just determined to finish it.
Tezuka was so intent on trying to make sense of his work that he'd gone rather cross-eyed, and when he first felt Kippei's mouth on him he broke his second pencil of that evening.
"Kipp-ei..." What had started out as a chastisment turned into a low moan, Tezuka's hands fisting into the problem sets in front of him. He'd denied himself so many times that night that he felt as if he was about to go /mad/.
"...don't," he said, but the protest was more half-hearted than anything else. Tachibana was looking at him in a way that made Tezuka want to...
Iie. He had more control over himself than this, didn't he? He'd once trained for ten hours straight because he'd needed to retrain his right hand. This small thing-- this denial of primal urges-- should've been nothing to him.
Besides, it was important to him that he study, right? His sense of pride would simply not allow second best...
This was, of course, his very last thought til Tachibana started doing... things... to him, in which case his mind very promptly went blank.
Tachibana’s tongue traced over the metal zipper, catching the bit between his teeth and dragging it down. He nuzzled his face against the other’s pants, working the button free without his hands, dragging it open further with his teeth skillfully.
His mouth blew wetly through the fabric of Tezuka’s underwear, teasing him further in revenge for the other boy leaving him stranded on the bed. Looking up, the blonde saw that the other boy was huffing and flustered, staring down at him.
Poking his tongue through the slit in the other’s boxers, giving one slow torturous lick to the throbbing flesh that was almost poking out, Tachibana’s eyes locked with Tezuka’s in a challenging manner.
“Don’t you have studying to do…?” he teased mercilessly, grinning like the cat that caught the canary, as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against the center of the other’s arousal. His own hands moved down to stroke and squeeze his own length that was needy for attention.
Tezuka was halfway between misery and complete and utter rapture. The crumpled bits of paper were right in front of him, mocking him with their unanswered problem sets.
"Kippei... this is... hardly..." And he hissed softly as Tachibana's mouth trailed across his length, biting down hard on his lower lip.
By the time Tezuka felt the wet sweep of his lover's tongue, he was /this/ close to ripping apart his textbook and shoving it into the trash. Tachibana was grinning in quiet triumph even as he teased light kisses on Tezuka's skin-- apparently, he seemed intent on making him pay for leaving him earlier.
All right. Fine.
If this was how Tachibana wanted to play it, then Tezuka would follow suit. Tezuka, after all, did not do things in half measures.
He exhaled slowly, gazing at Tachibana from underneath his lashes, looking at him the way one would look at an extraordinarily juicy piece of fruit. "Is this what you want?" he asked, reaching out and running a hand through Tachibana's hair.
He leaned down and tilted Kippei's face up to meet his, kissing him deeply and thoroughly, twining his tongue with the other boy's. He made love to Tachibana with his mouth, his tongue stroking and teasing, his hand tightening slightly in the other's hair.
Tachibana trembled at the look he received from his now properly agitated lover. Tezuka rarely gazed at him in such a fiery possessive way, or at least, only did it when Kippei wasn’t paying attention.
He wondered for a moment if it was such a good idea to have challenged Tezuka in this way, when the brunette’s fingers threaded through his long hair, and suddenly, he couldn’t think at all.
Tezuka was /devouring/ his mouth. There was no other word for it.
Tachibana could barely breath, head light as he kissed back weakly, needily, tongue twisting in Tezuka’s twirling, trying desperately to return the same burning intensity he was receiving from the other captain, only to find that he wasn’t being allowed to. Tezuka was dominating this kiss, all the way, and the blonde could do little but moan and arch his body (nearly banging his head on the desk’s edge).
And when the sweet lips eating at his mouth pulled away a fraction, leaving him bereft and wanting, it took all of Tachibana’s will not to pounce the boy in the chair over.
It took a moment to process what Tezuka had said to him, but his answer remained the same as if he hadn’t heard the other…
…a deep, throaty moan, and a nuzzle against Tezuka’s cheek, eyes closing as his lips blindly searched for the other’s.
Gritting his teeth, Tachibana shut the door as quietly as possible, despite a craving to slam it shut and disrupt Tezuka, who was probably studying by now. If Tezuka wanted him to back off, he would. One-sided pleasure wasn't his idea of a good time anyways.
Running his fingers back through his messy blonde hair, the hazel-eyed boy plodded his way towards the bathroom, stripping his way there. He had nothing on but a half-undone pair of jeans when he realized the shower was very much occupied.
"..."
His brain shut down a few minutes, watching the current object of his lust through the misty glass, and it took all Tachibana's willpower to not just slam open the shower door and pounce on the brunette.
Ryuuzaki Sumire naked on a cold day. Ryuuzaki Sumire naked on a cold day. Ryuuzaki Sumire naked on a cold day. the blonde chanted mentally.
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What he'd intended to be a quick shower had turned into a rather long affair, the hot water sliding down his back and trailing soothingly down his thighs. He'd closed his eyes and was currently imagining how Tachibana had looked the night of the formal, half-shadowed in the back of the cab with his shirt and jacket undone.
He touched a finger to his lips and remembered the way they'd kissed, the way they'd done... other things... the night after that.
"Kippei..." he sighed, leaning forward and dipping his head under the water's spray. He wondered idly if he'd have time to... take care... of the rather impossible erection he was now sporting, and he narrowed his eyes in annoyance as he remembered his current situation.
It wasn't really anyone's fault but his own, of course, the way he'd let his grades slip like that. Kippei hadn't really done anything except be his typical... irresistible... wide-eyed... half-naked...
...self. Tezuka's eyes widened as he found himself staring at Tachibana from behind the fogged glass, slipping a little as he grabbed his towel from the door handle and covered himself.
"Er..." he said. "...hi."
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Tezuka. Was. Gorgeous.
Tachibana could smell the arousal radiating off the brunette, almost could taste it in the air, cinnamon and wet and hot. His eyes traced Tezuka’s body just like the rivulets of water that cascaded down the glorious topography of the boy’s lean, toned muscles. The other’s nipples were a faint rose color, and Tachibana wanted to reach out and pinch them, tease the nubs into hardness, mouth latching onto the familiar curve of Tezuka’s neck, renew the bruises that had begun to fade… press the pretty buchou’s writhing body up against the shower wall and then…
Despite the burning need Tachibana had to pounce on the other boy in the shower, jeans on and all, he counted to ten, walking over to the sink to splash cold water on his face, breathing a little rough.
Only then did he manage to return the other’s feeble greeting, voice still having a lusty, rough edge to it, even though he didn’t dare look at the other boy now. “Hello…” he replied, almost growling the word, making it sound sexual and raw.
‘I am not going to be able to stand this for two weeks…’ he thought, staring down past the sink to where a noticeable bulge was growing, pressing against the rough material of his undone jeans.
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He wrapped the towel securely around his waist and moved out of the shower, offering Tachibana a strained smile. "I'm done," he said, sidling past Kippei and sliding wetly across his back. "...feel free to use me-- /it/."
Tezuka froze at the Freudian slip, midway through squeezing past his lover and out of the bathroom. Their room was hardly a large one and its facilities were more of the same; he'd be hard-pressed to move past Tachibana without making at least a small amount of contact.
As it was, however, Tezuka found himself in the rather compromising position of having his entire front pressed against Tachibana's back. (The other boy was currently leaning over the sink and his backside was providing an extremely favourable cushion for Tezuka's front.)
/Oh. God./ It took all of Tezuka's will power not to reach out (all of two inches, damn it all), and run his palms across the hard planes of Tachibana's back, press him forward on the sink, bend him over and...
Tezuka nearly tripped over himself in his haste to run out of the bathroom.
/Think,/ he told himself. /Breathe./ He grabbed at the boxers he'd laid out on his bed previously, dumping his towel unceremoniously and sliding them on.
"I'm going to study now," he called out to Tachibana, wincing when he realized that his voice had gone several octaves higher. He cleared his throat and tried again, even as he bent over to search for an old shirt in his bottom drawer.
"...I have a review exam tomorrow, so I'll be studying most of the night."
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God. If Tezuka wanted to take him right there, pushed up against the sink, without any preparation or anything, Tachibana knew he’d do nothing to stop the other boy. He wanted it, wanted Tezuka, so much that he had to bite his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood so that he would not rub back against the terry cloth covered hardness.
As his lover stumbled out of the bathroom in a state of panic, the blonde let out a long sigh of relief.
“Aa…” he replied, working on getting his pants off, almost tempted to pour the cold water from the still running sink down the jeans. “Good luck with that then…” he tried to be enthusiastic, but it was going to be terrible, sitting there in bed with Tezuka sitting on the other bed, so close and yet so far away, poring over those damned textbooks.
Turning the sink off, and shucking his pants off to the side, Tachibana turned the cold tap on for the shower, not in the mood for his usual hour shower, sucking up every last drop of warmth from the water heater. The frigid cold solved his rising problems, and it was probably better for his newly dyed hair, having been abused enough to change from dark black to bright gold.
While he froze, the blonde thought about what could be done to solve this problem. It wasn’t like Tezuka and he never talked, but it was always after the passion, softly spoken words, gentle touches and smiles they rarely showed in public. If only there was a way that they could both pursue their tennis and academic goals at the same time they were... well… rutting like animals in heat on a nightly basis.
Tachibana sighed, shampooing his hair, running it through the icy water until the blonde locks sparkled clean. He washed methodically, robotically, lost in his thoughts. If there was anything he didn’t want to ever do, it was holding Tezuka back. And now that he heard how the brunette’s grades were suffering… well, he felt horrible.
Shutting off the shower, Tachibana grabbed a towel, drying his hair as he meandered out of the bathroom in his usual manner, naked as the day he was born.
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He kept thinking about how... /hot/... Kippei looked with his blonde mane and he kept wondering how it would look when it was fanned across his pillow...
/...let's not go there./ Tezuka closed his eyes briefly and rubbed at the bridge of hise nose. The numbers he'd been taking down to solve had somehow morphed into a chibi of Tachibana with hearts around it, (and since Tezuka couldn't draw, it really looked quite horrible).
He frowned darkly. "This... isn't working." He tore of the notebook paper and set it aside, starting with a fresh sheet of paper. He took down the problem again and got his calculator out, writing down the equation neatly. He was so intent on this, in fact, that he didn't even notice Tachibana stepping out of the bathroom til he made some sort of noise.
He glanced up then...
...and promptly broke his pencil.
The little bit of lead snapped off and poked a hole right through the number he'd been writing, but Tezuka didn't even notice. He could stand quite a lot of things but this was... this was hardly fair. There was still a faint sheen of moisture clinging to Tachibana's skin, making him seem almost iridiscent, and Tezuka licked his lips unconsciously.
He stood and crossed the small room in a single graceful motion, grabbing Tachibana's wrists and pushing him against the wall. Their eyes met briefly, Tezuka's gaze practically screaming lust and need and...
Tezuka kissed him. Deeply and thoroughly, his tongue tangling with Tachibana's, his hands tightening on the other's wrists. Moisture from Kippei's body was seeping into Tezuka's shirt; he was pressed so close to his lover that there were hardly any spaces between them.
"Kippei..." he growled against the other's mouth, his lips moving to the side of the other boy's neck and sucking hard. "...I want you so badly..."
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But by the time he’d realized, he was being pushed up against the wall. The towel he’d been patting his long blonde hair dry with fell with a whisper, still damp strands hanging in front of his eyes. Looking into Tezuka’s own for just an instant, seeing nothing but pure hunger there…
His body pressed back against the wall, pressured by the strength of the brunette over him. Hands, despite delighting in their capture, twisted about frantically, finally clutching fingers loosely on the fists gripping their wrists.
The kiss was bruising, delicious, and Tachibana was passive in it for once, just responding as best he could, eyes falling shut as he tried to remember how to breath. Their tongues danced together, two twin flames, hot and sensual, flickering at each other.
He felt, rather than heard the growled words against his mouth, eyes opening half-way, mouth wet with both their spit - when had they both been so sloppy? - and red from the roughness of the kiss. Then, Tezuka’s mouth moved to his neck, lips sucking hard enough to mark…
A sharp sting of pleasurable pain ran red through Kippei’s body, and he arched wantonly against his captor, a deep rumbling moan coming forth from him. His blunt nails dug into Tezuka’s hands slightly as he rubbed against him, as if to say ‘why are you wearing so many clothes?’
As Tachibana’s back curved away from the wall, the Fudomine captain wondered in the back of his head what had become of Tezuka’s strict studying. His fingers loosened their tight grip on the other’s hands, body becoming lax…
…well, if Tezuka was the insistent one doing this, then it wasn’t Kippei’s fault if he failed the test, right?
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His fingers tightened against his lover's wrists as the other arched towards him, damp skin pressed against the thin cloth of Tezuka's shirt.
"Kippei..." he breathed hotly, sucking a path of kisses down the side of Tachibana's neck. There would be a mark tomorrow-- several, in fact-- but right now he couldn't care less. His world had narrowed to Kippei only, every sense filled with the sight of him, the smell of him, the /taste/ of him.
He half-pulled, half-embraced Kippei from where he'd pressed him against the wall, trying to lead them to his bed without breaking contact. Tezuka's exams were a distant memory now, the equations in his mind blurring into color and shape and form.
Tezuka stumbled slightly as they bumped into his chair (kissing while walking was a thankless task), but managed to steer and drop them both down onto his carefully-made bed. He pulled back long enough to strip off his shirt then, tossing it behind him heedlessly. All that mattered right now was that Kippei was on his bed-- panting, hard, and /naked/.
And... /oh/. Tachibana /did/ look extremely appetizing with his blonde hair fanned across Tezuka's pillows like that...
Silently breathing thanks to all the Gods he knew of, Tezuka bent down to kiss Tachibana again, one hand pinning the other's wrists in the sheets above him, his other hand wrapping around his cock.
Three days... three /days/. Tezuka felt like he was drowning in the other boy, like he couldn't get enough of him, and he was determined to make him moan and gasp and... beep.
Beep?
Tezuka blinked as a rather loud beeping noise filled their small room and pierced through his lust-addled brain.
Oh. He'd set his alarm. To make sure that he wouldn't forget to study. And to make sure that he didn't end up jumping Tachibana in his sleep.
Tezuka blinked somewhat owlishly as he tore his mouth away from the spot on Tachibana's chest that he'd been sucking at.
"...I have to study."
(OOC: I am thoroughly amused by the fact that Blonde!Kippei = Uke!Kippei. XDDD Tezuka is pleased. XD
Tezuka: .../finally/.
^____^;;)
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Tezuka was not any stronger than the blonde, but right now, Tachibana felt weak, biting his lip to try and stop the noises that spilled forth from his wet lips at Tezuka’s coaxing. “T-tezuka…” he stammered, as he was pulled away from the wall by strong, guiding arms.
They stumbled about as though blind, so focused on each other that they nearly took a tumble over Tezuka’s chair on the way to the brunette’s bed.
Their lips broke contact as the blonde’s body hit the bedspread, and Tachibana gulped for air desperately, hazel eyes opening dazedly, trying to get back in control of his body. He figured out quickly, as lustful eyes swept across his panting form that he was not going to be allowed to be in control this time.
The thought… thrilled him.
And the blonde whined softly, arching his back and trying to get into as much contact with the other’s skin as he could, teasing if his life depended on it. The submissive role wasn’t his forte, but when called upon he could be uke with the best of them.
‘Why are his pants still on, dammit?!’ he thought, suppressing an over-eager growl, hand fisting irritably, but he did nothing to break Tezuka’s hold on him. If this was the only way to get the brunette to…
Tachibana’s thoughts splintered off as a warm, soft hand covered his length, stroking him at the same time Tezuka’s lips crashed into his, stealing his breath away. He moaned against the mouth attacking his, bare ankles curling around Tezuka’s sock-clad ones, wishing he had control of his arms to pull the other closer, chest to chest, so he could feel that strong heart beating rhythmically against his own… beat… beat… beep…
Beep?
‘Oh fuck no... he… he didn’t…’ Tachibana’s eyes opened in shock as Tezuka began to withdraw from him, a strange look in his eyes.
/I have to study/
Kippei bit his lower lip, trying to stifle any angry protests that he so desired to make. Instead, he just quivered a little underneath the other boy, blushing a little as his hands closed over the strong fist binding his wrists together.
“Tezuka…” he whispered, licking his lips a little, voice dropping several notches into a sultry pleading tone. “/Please…/”
(OOC: *is also amused* ^__^
Tachibana: *just wants to get laid, dammit* @_@;;; *dying here*
XD;;; )
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OMFG *dies*
You've killed me, luv. You really have. XDDDDD)
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"Kippei..." he winced, releasing the other boy's wrists. /Please don't make this any harder than it already is./
Tezuka was not Seigaku's captain for nothing; his control over himself was second to none, and his sense of responsibility more so.
"I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair. He was still straddling his lover, and he crossed his arms over his bare chest self-consciously. "My duties are clear on this matter; I cannot afford to achieve sub-standard marks on this exam."
Still, his voice was shaking with the effort of controlling himself, and he couldn't quite bring himself to part from Tachibana just yet. "I... if you need to..." and his lip twisted at the word. "See... other people, I wouldn't blame you."
And he stood up and walked (rather painfully) to his seat and sat down, not ever bothering to put on his shirt.
(OOC: *brain explodes*
Tezuka: ...you could help me study, you know. -_~)
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Sitting up, the lion-haired boy watched predatorily for several moments as Tezuka uncomfortably sat and began to work once more.
The hazel eyed teen didn't think, so much as act, as he crawled on all fours from the bed. Tachibana was annoyed, annoyed at Tezuka's assumptions that he /wanted/ anyone else, and annoyed that the brunette was denying him something they both desired.
If Tezuka was Seigaku's captain for his control, Tachibana was Fudomine's captain for his sheer tenacity.
Tezuka could do his studying, alright. Tachibana didn't mind one bit.
The blonde's mouth closed over the other's cloth-covered erection beneath the desk, wetting the fabric with his tongue and blowing puffs of hot air over the fabric encased length that twitched eagerly at his ministrations.
Yes. Tezuka could study. But only after Kippei got what he wanted from the brown haired boy. He'd started it, after all. The blonde haired boy was just determined to finish it.
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"Kipp-ei..." What had started out as a chastisment turned into a low moan, Tezuka's hands fisting into the problem sets in front of him. He'd denied himself so many times that night that he felt as if he was about to go /mad/.
"...don't," he said, but the protest was more half-hearted than anything else. Tachibana was looking at him in a way that made Tezuka want to...
Iie. He had more control over himself than this, didn't he? He'd once trained for ten hours straight because he'd needed to retrain his right hand. This small thing-- this denial of primal urges-- should've been nothing to him.
Besides, it was important to him that he study, right? His sense of pride would simply not allow second best...
This was, of course, his very last thought til Tachibana started doing... things... to him, in which case his mind very promptly went blank.
At least he'd gone down fighting...
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His mouth blew wetly through the fabric of Tezuka’s underwear, teasing him further in revenge for the other boy leaving him stranded on the bed. Looking up, the blonde saw that the other boy was huffing and flustered, staring down at him.
Poking his tongue through the slit in the other’s boxers, giving one slow torturous lick to the throbbing flesh that was almost poking out, Tachibana’s eyes locked with Tezuka’s in a challenging manner.
“Don’t you have studying to do…?” he teased mercilessly, grinning like the cat that caught the canary, as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against the center of the other’s arousal. His own hands moved down to stroke and squeeze his own length that was needy for attention.
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"Kippei... this is... hardly..." And he hissed softly as Tachibana's mouth trailed across his length, biting down hard on his lower lip.
By the time Tezuka felt the wet sweep of his lover's tongue, he was /this/ close to ripping apart his textbook and shoving it into the trash. Tachibana was grinning in quiet triumph even as he teased light kisses on Tezuka's skin-- apparently, he seemed intent on making him pay for leaving him earlier.
All right. Fine.
If this was how Tachibana wanted to play it, then Tezuka would follow suit. Tezuka, after all, did not do things in half measures.
He exhaled slowly, gazing at Tachibana from underneath his lashes, looking at him the way one would look at an extraordinarily juicy piece of fruit. "Is this what you want?" he asked, reaching out and running a hand through Tachibana's hair.
He leaned down and tilted Kippei's face up to meet his, kissing him deeply and thoroughly, twining his tongue with the other boy's. He made love to Tachibana with his mouth, his tongue stroking and teasing, his hand tightening slightly in the other's hair.
"...is it?" he asked, pulling back slightly.
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He wondered for a moment if it was such a good idea to have challenged Tezuka in this way, when the brunette’s fingers threaded through his long hair, and suddenly, he couldn’t think at all.
Tezuka was /devouring/ his mouth. There was no other word for it.
Tachibana could barely breath, head light as he kissed back weakly, needily, tongue twisting in Tezuka’s twirling, trying desperately to return the same burning intensity he was receiving from the other captain, only to find that he wasn’t being allowed to. Tezuka was dominating this kiss, all the way, and the blonde could do little but moan and arch his body (nearly banging his head on the desk’s edge).
And when the sweet lips eating at his mouth pulled away a fraction, leaving him bereft and wanting, it took all of Tachibana’s will not to pounce the boy in the chair over.
It took a moment to process what Tezuka had said to him, but his answer remained the same as if he hadn’t heard the other…
…a deep, throaty moan, and a nuzzle against Tezuka’s cheek, eyes closing as his lips blindly searched for the other’s.
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