Paddle Out [R; Fuji/Ryoma]
Title: Paddle Out
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters whatsoever.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke. Thanks to regulusa for the impressively speedy beta!
Prompt: Paddle (#18).
Word Count: 868
Ryoma looked at the paddle in his hands thoughtfully, turning it over in his hands, gripping it tight as he raised his eyes to meet Fuji's. They were tied at four games to four. Ryoma hadn't been practicing ping pong since the inter-sports tournament at school, but apparently, Fuji had. His counters were numerous and unexpected, though not undefeatable. Still, Ryoma could see in his eyes that he was determined to win: the terms of their otherwise quiet, friendly game too enticing for him not to win.
They watched each other across the table, Fuji's eyes focused on Ryoma's hand - on the way he gripped and turned his wrists, Ryoma's quick reaction time evident even to a casual observer.
Ryoma pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Fuji-senpai," he said, tone simple yet direct. "Stop staring."
He could hear Fuji's smile. "Sorry, Echizen," he said, his voice slightly teasing.
Ryoma tried to focus on the game, ignoring the way Fuji's eyes - despite his warning - seemed focused only on his paddle and how it moved. Ryoma's cheeks were flushed as Fuji won his fifth game, still smiling easily. He wondered idly if he shouldn't have suggested curling instead; then shook his head, muttering "no" to himself when he remembered how boring it had been to watch Fuji playing.
"What's that?" asked Fuji as he prepared to serve.
Ryoma looked Fuji in the eye. "Mada mada dane."
*
How Ryoma had lost was beyond him; but that didn't end up mattering so much. How he'd gotten pinned to the top of the ping pong table was a much more pressing concern. Fuji's serves may have not had the same strength as Ryoma's, but his determination in straddling Ryoma definitely made up for the difference. Ryoma struggled against him, crying "wait! wait!" until Fuji relented some, yet did not let go completely.
"Ne, Echizen?" asked Fuji.
Ryoma blushed, looking off to the side, at the wall - away from Fuji's narrowed gaze. "I...I didn't know you meant now."
"Now is best," said Fuji easily. "We won't be disturbed."
"But -"
"That's what we said, right? If I won, you would -"
"It's embarrassing," said Ryoma in a small voice.
Fuji's eyes widened; rested on the paddle in Ryoma's hands. Fingers ran against the thin veins, tracing against them, back and forth. He looked at Ryoma. "I'm not sure I can wait."
Ryoma tried to look at Fuji, but couldn't; his eyes were burning into him and he could see the top row of teeth biting into Fuji's lower lip, a sign of forced restraint. Fuji wouldn't hurt him...probably. "But," he said, thinking aloud, "does it have to be on the ping pong table?"
The teeth slid back and Fuji grinned. "That was part of the enticement."
Ryoma ignored the shaky, excited thrill down his spine at the way Fuji spoke; at his words. After a few seconds, he rested the back of his head against the table, looking up at Fuji, whose hands moved down to Echizen's shirt, pulling it upward to expose the skin. Fuji always needed to touch when they were like this, to feel skin under his hands; to claim it and taste it. Ryoma tried to keep still as Fuji bent his head, placing soft kisses at Ryoma's waist, taking his time in a way that began to infuriate and arouse Ryoma at the same time. He was fully hard when Fuji's hands were at either side of his shoulders, eyes looking down at Ryoma before he kissed him: first teasingly, then slipping his tongue against Ryoma's.
The paddle clattered to the floor as Ryoma closed his eyes, one hand reaching up, palm flat against Fuji's chest. He slid his hand down, enjoying the quiet rustle of Fuji's shirt before his fingers found Fuji's zipper. He pulled down, reaching beneath the open fabric. Fuji's tongue began to dip lower, more forcefully into his mouth as Ryoma wrapped small, determined hands around his length, wrist moving experimentally. It was difficult from his position beneath Fuji, especially with his own body silently screaming to be touched.
Fuji's brief gasp into his mouth made Ryoma smirk. He tried the angle again; another gasp, more restrained this time, breath still hitting the back of Ryoma's throat in surprised exhalation. Fuji began to thrust into the touch, thin moans slipping through his teeth into Ryoma's mouth. His hand sped up and Fuji's mouth opened, breath warm against Ryoma's lips before he bit into them, making Ryoma flinch, crying out in surprise. Warmth fell across his fingers, dripping onto his exposed stomach in streams.
"You didn't warn me you'd bite," growled Ryoma, annoyed.
Fuji chuckled. "Sometimes surprises make things more interesting, ne?"
"Hmph," said Ryoma.
Fuji slid off the table, doing up his pants. Ryoma blinked at him. "Aren't you going to..."
"That wasn't part of the agreement," said Fuji simply.
Ryoma tried to turn his pout into a frown, cognisant of the way Fuji's smile was approaching an irritating smirk. "It's not polite not to...return the favour," Ryoma said in a voice approaching a whine.
"Then next time, you should win," said Fuji, exiting the room.
Ryoma glared.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not my characters whatsoever.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke. Thanks to regulusa for the impressively speedy beta!
Prompt: Paddle (#18).
Word Count: 868
Ryoma looked at the paddle in his hands thoughtfully, turning it over in his hands, gripping it tight as he raised his eyes to meet Fuji's. They were tied at four games to four. Ryoma hadn't been practicing ping pong since the inter-sports tournament at school, but apparently, Fuji had. His counters were numerous and unexpected, though not undefeatable. Still, Ryoma could see in his eyes that he was determined to win: the terms of their otherwise quiet, friendly game too enticing for him not to win.
They watched each other across the table, Fuji's eyes focused on Ryoma's hand - on the way he gripped and turned his wrists, Ryoma's quick reaction time evident even to a casual observer.
Ryoma pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Fuji-senpai," he said, tone simple yet direct. "Stop staring."
He could hear Fuji's smile. "Sorry, Echizen," he said, his voice slightly teasing.
Ryoma tried to focus on the game, ignoring the way Fuji's eyes - despite his warning - seemed focused only on his paddle and how it moved. Ryoma's cheeks were flushed as Fuji won his fifth game, still smiling easily. He wondered idly if he shouldn't have suggested curling instead; then shook his head, muttering "no" to himself when he remembered how boring it had been to watch Fuji playing.
"What's that?" asked Fuji as he prepared to serve.
Ryoma looked Fuji in the eye. "Mada mada dane."
*
How Ryoma had lost was beyond him; but that didn't end up mattering so much. How he'd gotten pinned to the top of the ping pong table was a much more pressing concern. Fuji's serves may have not had the same strength as Ryoma's, but his determination in straddling Ryoma definitely made up for the difference. Ryoma struggled against him, crying "wait! wait!" until Fuji relented some, yet did not let go completely.
"Ne, Echizen?" asked Fuji.
Ryoma blushed, looking off to the side, at the wall - away from Fuji's narrowed gaze. "I...I didn't know you meant now."
"Now is best," said Fuji easily. "We won't be disturbed."
"But -"
"That's what we said, right? If I won, you would -"
"It's embarrassing," said Ryoma in a small voice.
Fuji's eyes widened; rested on the paddle in Ryoma's hands. Fingers ran against the thin veins, tracing against them, back and forth. He looked at Ryoma. "I'm not sure I can wait."
Ryoma tried to look at Fuji, but couldn't; his eyes were burning into him and he could see the top row of teeth biting into Fuji's lower lip, a sign of forced restraint. Fuji wouldn't hurt him...probably. "But," he said, thinking aloud, "does it have to be on the ping pong table?"
The teeth slid back and Fuji grinned. "That was part of the enticement."
Ryoma ignored the shaky, excited thrill down his spine at the way Fuji spoke; at his words. After a few seconds, he rested the back of his head against the table, looking up at Fuji, whose hands moved down to Echizen's shirt, pulling it upward to expose the skin. Fuji always needed to touch when they were like this, to feel skin under his hands; to claim it and taste it. Ryoma tried to keep still as Fuji bent his head, placing soft kisses at Ryoma's waist, taking his time in a way that began to infuriate and arouse Ryoma at the same time. He was fully hard when Fuji's hands were at either side of his shoulders, eyes looking down at Ryoma before he kissed him: first teasingly, then slipping his tongue against Ryoma's.
The paddle clattered to the floor as Ryoma closed his eyes, one hand reaching up, palm flat against Fuji's chest. He slid his hand down, enjoying the quiet rustle of Fuji's shirt before his fingers found Fuji's zipper. He pulled down, reaching beneath the open fabric. Fuji's tongue began to dip lower, more forcefully into his mouth as Ryoma wrapped small, determined hands around his length, wrist moving experimentally. It was difficult from his position beneath Fuji, especially with his own body silently screaming to be touched.
Fuji's brief gasp into his mouth made Ryoma smirk. He tried the angle again; another gasp, more restrained this time, breath still hitting the back of Ryoma's throat in surprised exhalation. Fuji began to thrust into the touch, thin moans slipping through his teeth into Ryoma's mouth. His hand sped up and Fuji's mouth opened, breath warm against Ryoma's lips before he bit into them, making Ryoma flinch, crying out in surprise. Warmth fell across his fingers, dripping onto his exposed stomach in streams.
"You didn't warn me you'd bite," growled Ryoma, annoyed.
Fuji chuckled. "Sometimes surprises make things more interesting, ne?"
"Hmph," said Ryoma.
Fuji slid off the table, doing up his pants. Ryoma blinked at him. "Aren't you going to..."
"That wasn't part of the agreement," said Fuji simply.
Ryoma tried to turn his pout into a frown, cognisant of the way Fuji's smile was approaching an irritating smirk. "It's not polite not to...return the favour," Ryoma said in a voice approaching a whine.
"Then next time, you should win," said Fuji, exiting the room.
Ryoma glared.