(FIC) Table Legs for Extension by Your Secret Admirer
For: Extension
By: kat8cha
Title: Table Legs
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tezuka stays late, and Fuji takes advantage
Warnings: Bondage, ambiguous consent
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Konomi-sensei owns all, knows all, and does just about the same.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys! I tried my best.
Tezuka walked through the empty corridors. It was late, and the hallways were dark now that almost everyone had left the building. Tezuka himself had stayed after completing some paperwork for the student council and then the tennis club. Ryuuzaki had left over an hour ago, stating that if either of them were out much later their parents would worry. Tezuka’s mother had probably fretted some, but Tezuka doubted that his parents would be in a panic from his missing dinner. Tezuka had missed dinner because of club activities before, and while his mother scolded, there was no reason for Tezuka to stop.
“You’re here late,” came a soft voice from the shadows. Tezuka stopped, turning to look at the speaker. It was difficult to make out faces due to the lack of light but Tezuka would know that voice anywhere.
“Ah. You too, Fuji.” Shifting uneasily, Tezuka ignored the way the silence seemed to settle around them. It was not the comfortable silence that Tezuka and Fuji usually enjoyed, but instead it was a tense silence, filled with expectancy.
“What kept you so late?” Fuji purred, slipping from the shadows. The darkness of the hallway clung to him, as if reluctant to let go. Tezuka shook his head, telling himself not to anthropomorphize lighting effects.
“A tournament.” Tezuka began walking, the shorter teen falling into step next to him.
“Figuring out who best to go?” Fuji’s tone of voice was amused, but underneath his gentle words was something sharp. “What an upstanding captain.”
“It’s my duty.” Tezuka frowned, taking longer strides.
“Mm, there’s a tournament for first years coming up. Is that what you’re fretting about?” Fuji grinned, and the moonlight filtering through a window flashed off his white teeth. “Why not send Echizen?”
Tezuka slowed, and then came to a halt. Frowning, he turned to look at Fuji, who had also halted. “That would be unsporting.” This tournament was for teenagers who had just started out on tennis, and while Echizen would be accepted, Tezuka knew that no other school had a first year boy with Echizen’s talent. Echizen was also interested in bigger game then crushing small fry players in an amateur’s tournament.
“Ah.” Fuji was closer then he had been before, though Tezuka could not remember the other stepping forward. Uneasily, Tezuka took a small step back before halting. It was never good to show fear to a predator.
Especially not to Fuji.
“We wouldn’t want to be unsporting.” Fuji’s eerie smile grew and soon he was pressed up against the front of Tezuka’s body. “Or unfair.” Cold fingers slid down Tezuka’s spine as the teenager stiffened. “Or unreasonable.” The fingers rested at the edge of Tezuka’s heavy school blazer, just above his ass.
“Fuji.” Tezuka’s tone was stern and his eyes hard. “Stop it.”
Fuji’s face was a blank smiling mask looking back up at him, his free hand moving to slowly pop the buttons on the blazer open. Reaching up, Tezuka grabbed Fuji’s wrist, and knew from the flash of blue under Fuji’s eyelids that it had been a mistake.
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Tezuka never understood how Fuji got him into situations such as these. Tezuka was the stronger of the two, but was always he one being held down. “Comfortable?” Fuji whispered against his ear, the belt from Fuji’s pants was tied around the thick legs of 3-C’s teacher’s desk.
“No.” Tezuka tugged on his hands, frowning as the leather had no give. “Let me go, Fuji.”
Fuji chuckled, moving away from Tezuka and leaving his back cold.
“…Fuji?” Fuji had threatened to leave him tied up before, but had never gone through with it; the worry that Tezuka had finally pushed Fuji over the edge settled into the pit of his stomach.
Tezuka gasped as there was a clap of noise and he felt an impact on the back of his ass. Turning to look over his shoulder, he glared at Fuji.
“Don’t like it?” Fuji smacked the eraser back down on his ass and Tezuka’s cheeks burned. “I’m sure you do.” Fuji’s fingers were tickling over the bulge forming in Tezuka’s pants. “I’m very sure you do.” Fuji undid Tezuka’s belt, slipping slim fingers inside of Tezuka’s pants to ghost over his tented underwear.
“Fuji.” Trying for stern, Tezuka closed his mouth as his voice came out pleading. Fuji chuckled, spanking Tezuka with the eraser again as his hand slid under Tezuka’s elastic waistband to cup his dick. “F-Fuji...”
“Shhhh.” Fuji breathed over Tezuka’s ear, sliding out his tongue to lick over the rim before biting. “Just let it happen.” Tezuka groaned and closed his eyes, shuddering as Fuji bit down his neck, stopping at the junction between his neck and shoulder to bite hard.
“Uhn,” Tezuka grunted as he felt the teeth dig into his flesh, parting skin. Fuji lapped at the warm blood flowing from the indentations, purring and tugging the stiff neck of Tezuka’s uniform away to bite at his shoulder again. Tezuka wished Fuji would do away with the uniform altogether, wanting more biting. “Mm…” Cold air jolted him as his pants and briefs were tugged down to his knees, and his ears focused on the sound of Fuji’s zipper as it went down notch by notch.
“Ready for me, Tezuka?” Tezuka nodded, and was given no time to steady himself before Fuji thrust in. “Oh good… You fit me so well.” Eyes fluttering, Tezuka was glad that Fuji had obviously brought some lotion with him, as he hated being taken without it. Clenching around Fuji, Tezuka leaned his head against his forearms and pushed his ass back.
“Uhn...” Tezuka grunted as Fuji thrust into him, meeting the others thrusts. Tezuka whimpered as Fuji sped up inside of him, their coupling hurried as pants and moans echoed in the small area under the desk. “Ah…” Fuji shifted, arching his hips just right, and Tezuka shuddered hard at the thrust against his prostate.
“Come on…” Fuji rubbed his hand over Tezuka’s cock, stroking up and down. “Don’t you have to be home, Tezuka?” There was another bite to his ear, and a hand slipping under shirt, squirming upwards to pinch and tug at a nipple.
“Uh!” Tezuka bit his bottom lip, his ass squeezing around Fuji’s dick as he tightened up and came, body shivering after his orgasm. He tasted blood and ran his tongue over where his lip had split. Fuji pulled out, and from the slick noises behind him Tezuka could tell he was jerking off. Fuji came with soft pants and a high-pitched, half-stifled noise in the back of his throat. “You came on me.” Tezuka grumbled as he felt the cold slimy spray on the back of his thighs.
“Mm.” Fuji reached over Tezuka to undo his belt. “Maybe next time you’ll take my advice.”
Wondering what advice Fuji had offered, Tezuka pulled up his pants, rubbing at his wrists as he shifted to kneel. Fuji’s eyes were suddenly in his face, his cat like tongue lapping at the cut. “Send Echizen to the tournament.”
By: kat8cha
Title: Table Legs
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tezuka stays late, and Fuji takes advantage
Warnings: Bondage, ambiguous consent
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Konomi-sensei owns all, knows all, and does just about the same.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys! I tried my best.
Tezuka walked through the empty corridors. It was late, and the hallways were dark now that almost everyone had left the building. Tezuka himself had stayed after completing some paperwork for the student council and then the tennis club. Ryuuzaki had left over an hour ago, stating that if either of them were out much later their parents would worry. Tezuka’s mother had probably fretted some, but Tezuka doubted that his parents would be in a panic from his missing dinner. Tezuka had missed dinner because of club activities before, and while his mother scolded, there was no reason for Tezuka to stop.
“You’re here late,” came a soft voice from the shadows. Tezuka stopped, turning to look at the speaker. It was difficult to make out faces due to the lack of light but Tezuka would know that voice anywhere.
“Ah. You too, Fuji.” Shifting uneasily, Tezuka ignored the way the silence seemed to settle around them. It was not the comfortable silence that Tezuka and Fuji usually enjoyed, but instead it was a tense silence, filled with expectancy.
“What kept you so late?” Fuji purred, slipping from the shadows. The darkness of the hallway clung to him, as if reluctant to let go. Tezuka shook his head, telling himself not to anthropomorphize lighting effects.
“A tournament.” Tezuka began walking, the shorter teen falling into step next to him.
“Figuring out who best to go?” Fuji’s tone of voice was amused, but underneath his gentle words was something sharp. “What an upstanding captain.”
“It’s my duty.” Tezuka frowned, taking longer strides.
“Mm, there’s a tournament for first years coming up. Is that what you’re fretting about?” Fuji grinned, and the moonlight filtering through a window flashed off his white teeth. “Why not send Echizen?”
Tezuka slowed, and then came to a halt. Frowning, he turned to look at Fuji, who had also halted. “That would be unsporting.” This tournament was for teenagers who had just started out on tennis, and while Echizen would be accepted, Tezuka knew that no other school had a first year boy with Echizen’s talent. Echizen was also interested in bigger game then crushing small fry players in an amateur’s tournament.
“Ah.” Fuji was closer then he had been before, though Tezuka could not remember the other stepping forward. Uneasily, Tezuka took a small step back before halting. It was never good to show fear to a predator.
Especially not to Fuji.
“We wouldn’t want to be unsporting.” Fuji’s eerie smile grew and soon he was pressed up against the front of Tezuka’s body. “Or unfair.” Cold fingers slid down Tezuka’s spine as the teenager stiffened. “Or unreasonable.” The fingers rested at the edge of Tezuka’s heavy school blazer, just above his ass.
“Fuji.” Tezuka’s tone was stern and his eyes hard. “Stop it.”
Fuji’s face was a blank smiling mask looking back up at him, his free hand moving to slowly pop the buttons on the blazer open. Reaching up, Tezuka grabbed Fuji’s wrist, and knew from the flash of blue under Fuji’s eyelids that it had been a mistake.
--
Tezuka never understood how Fuji got him into situations such as these. Tezuka was the stronger of the two, but was always he one being held down. “Comfortable?” Fuji whispered against his ear, the belt from Fuji’s pants was tied around the thick legs of 3-C’s teacher’s desk.
“No.” Tezuka tugged on his hands, frowning as the leather had no give. “Let me go, Fuji.”
Fuji chuckled, moving away from Tezuka and leaving his back cold.
“…Fuji?” Fuji had threatened to leave him tied up before, but had never gone through with it; the worry that Tezuka had finally pushed Fuji over the edge settled into the pit of his stomach.
Tezuka gasped as there was a clap of noise and he felt an impact on the back of his ass. Turning to look over his shoulder, he glared at Fuji.
“Don’t like it?” Fuji smacked the eraser back down on his ass and Tezuka’s cheeks burned. “I’m sure you do.” Fuji’s fingers were tickling over the bulge forming in Tezuka’s pants. “I’m very sure you do.” Fuji undid Tezuka’s belt, slipping slim fingers inside of Tezuka’s pants to ghost over his tented underwear.
“Fuji.” Trying for stern, Tezuka closed his mouth as his voice came out pleading. Fuji chuckled, spanking Tezuka with the eraser again as his hand slid under Tezuka’s elastic waistband to cup his dick. “F-Fuji...”
“Shhhh.” Fuji breathed over Tezuka’s ear, sliding out his tongue to lick over the rim before biting. “Just let it happen.” Tezuka groaned and closed his eyes, shuddering as Fuji bit down his neck, stopping at the junction between his neck and shoulder to bite hard.
“Uhn,” Tezuka grunted as he felt the teeth dig into his flesh, parting skin. Fuji lapped at the warm blood flowing from the indentations, purring and tugging the stiff neck of Tezuka’s uniform away to bite at his shoulder again. Tezuka wished Fuji would do away with the uniform altogether, wanting more biting. “Mm…” Cold air jolted him as his pants and briefs were tugged down to his knees, and his ears focused on the sound of Fuji’s zipper as it went down notch by notch.
“Ready for me, Tezuka?” Tezuka nodded, and was given no time to steady himself before Fuji thrust in. “Oh good… You fit me so well.” Eyes fluttering, Tezuka was glad that Fuji had obviously brought some lotion with him, as he hated being taken without it. Clenching around Fuji, Tezuka leaned his head against his forearms and pushed his ass back.
“Uhn...” Tezuka grunted as Fuji thrust into him, meeting the others thrusts. Tezuka whimpered as Fuji sped up inside of him, their coupling hurried as pants and moans echoed in the small area under the desk. “Ah…” Fuji shifted, arching his hips just right, and Tezuka shuddered hard at the thrust against his prostate.
“Come on…” Fuji rubbed his hand over Tezuka’s cock, stroking up and down. “Don’t you have to be home, Tezuka?” There was another bite to his ear, and a hand slipping under shirt, squirming upwards to pinch and tug at a nipple.
“Uh!” Tezuka bit his bottom lip, his ass squeezing around Fuji’s dick as he tightened up and came, body shivering after his orgasm. He tasted blood and ran his tongue over where his lip had split. Fuji pulled out, and from the slick noises behind him Tezuka could tell he was jerking off. Fuji came with soft pants and a high-pitched, half-stifled noise in the back of his throat. “You came on me.” Tezuka grumbled as he felt the cold slimy spray on the back of his thighs.
“Mm.” Fuji reached over Tezuka to undo his belt. “Maybe next time you’ll take my advice.”
Wondering what advice Fuji had offered, Tezuka pulled up his pants, rubbing at his wrists as he shifted to kneel. Fuji’s eyes were suddenly in his face, his cat like tongue lapping at the cut. “Send Echizen to the tournament.”