Hard To Say No [R; Fuji/Tezuka]
Title: Hard To Say No
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Tezuka
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke.
Prompt: Bedroom (#12)
Word Count: 645
Tezuka wasn't supposed to have people sleep over. It was never a spoken rule, but then Tezuka wasn't the sort of person likely to share covers like that, especially in his single bed.
Fuji, on the other hand, wasn't the sort of person to ask about rules or whether or not it was appropriate to fall asleep against Tezuka's thigh, mouth half-open, warm breaths falling heavily upward in a way that made Tezuka all too conscious of where his blood was rushing.
They were supposed to study for two exams taking place that Friday. Yet all Tezuka had done was frown at the soft brown head drooling on his lap, wondering what to do until somehow it had become midnight and his covers had mysteriously wrapped around Fuji's legs.
He didn't remember falling asleep or Fuji's leg slowly inching his way around Tezuka's waist. He did remember the moment he awoke, tugging at the thin covers, Fuji staring at him from beneath: eyes lazy yet sharp.
"Fuji."
"Good morning, Tezuka."
Tezuka looked up at the ceiling, face reddening as Fuji scrabbled on top of him half-way. It was weird enough to unintentionally share a bed with Fuji like this but to feel him, just as hard, starting to rub back and forth, in his house no less -
"Is this why you stayed over?" he asked quietly.
Fuji shifted on top of him, lifting his body a few inches above Tezuka and sliding the palm of his hand against the erection just beneath Tezuka's trousers. His fingers teased at the waistband, pulling down after a few seconds without hesitation.
"Sleeping with you was...warm," said Fuji, fingers curving around Tezuka's cock, stroking in light, teasing pulls. "And Yuuta won't walk in on us here."
Tezuka's face flushed darker; Yuuta's horrified face flashed through his mind. It wasn't something he'd meant to happen, but at the time, he hadn't been paying attention to much else besides how wet Fuji's mouth was. And where it was.
He was pretty sure Fuji planned it that way.
"My parents -"
"Already left," Fuji interrupted gently. "I heard their car."
"But -"
Fuji's straightened up on his knees, one hand still working back and forth across Tezuka's length while the other quickly pulled down his own tennis shorts that he'd worn over after practice. Tezuka watched through blurred vision as Fuji leaned down once more, his breathing interrupted by an audible gasp when he felt the solid warmth of Fuji's cock brush against his stomach.
He tried to keep his eyes open; Fuji had said that he liked that most.
Fuji's hand pulled back as he thrust downward in hurried motions, voice soft as he panted, leaning over to look at Tezuka. His mouth slid into an easy, vague smile as Tezuka began to prop himself onto his elbows, craning his neck upward until his lips pressed shyly against Fuji's.
He moaned at the first slide of precome against his cock; Fuji stroked faster, hand barely fitting around the two cocks moving against each other. Tezuka watched Fuji's eyes, now closed; he watched his lips, and the teeth biting down as he came, spurting across Tezuka's stomach. He watched the fingers trail across his skin, spreading wetness, gathering it along fingertips before spreading it down his shaft and picking up speed.
"Fu...ji..." Tezuka whispered, back arching, arms shaky as he tried not to fall yet feeling barely contained in that moment. His mouth fell open, breathing unmeasured and shaky when Fuji's tongue slid along the head of his cock, mouth covering him, sucking in deep until he came.
Fuji pulled back, looking down at Tezuka with flirty eyes. He pushed himself off, thumb rubbing over his mouth absentmindedly, gaze centered on the white slashes of release still visible on Tezuka's stomach. He grinned.
"Meet you in the shower."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Tezuka
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke.
Prompt: Bedroom (#12)
Word Count: 645
Tezuka wasn't supposed to have people sleep over. It was never a spoken rule, but then Tezuka wasn't the sort of person likely to share covers like that, especially in his single bed.
Fuji, on the other hand, wasn't the sort of person to ask about rules or whether or not it was appropriate to fall asleep against Tezuka's thigh, mouth half-open, warm breaths falling heavily upward in a way that made Tezuka all too conscious of where his blood was rushing.
They were supposed to study for two exams taking place that Friday. Yet all Tezuka had done was frown at the soft brown head drooling on his lap, wondering what to do until somehow it had become midnight and his covers had mysteriously wrapped around Fuji's legs.
He didn't remember falling asleep or Fuji's leg slowly inching his way around Tezuka's waist. He did remember the moment he awoke, tugging at the thin covers, Fuji staring at him from beneath: eyes lazy yet sharp.
"Fuji."
"Good morning, Tezuka."
Tezuka looked up at the ceiling, face reddening as Fuji scrabbled on top of him half-way. It was weird enough to unintentionally share a bed with Fuji like this but to feel him, just as hard, starting to rub back and forth, in his house no less -
"Is this why you stayed over?" he asked quietly.
Fuji shifted on top of him, lifting his body a few inches above Tezuka and sliding the palm of his hand against the erection just beneath Tezuka's trousers. His fingers teased at the waistband, pulling down after a few seconds without hesitation.
"Sleeping with you was...warm," said Fuji, fingers curving around Tezuka's cock, stroking in light, teasing pulls. "And Yuuta won't walk in on us here."
Tezuka's face flushed darker; Yuuta's horrified face flashed through his mind. It wasn't something he'd meant to happen, but at the time, he hadn't been paying attention to much else besides how wet Fuji's mouth was. And where it was.
He was pretty sure Fuji planned it that way.
"My parents -"
"Already left," Fuji interrupted gently. "I heard their car."
"But -"
Fuji's straightened up on his knees, one hand still working back and forth across Tezuka's length while the other quickly pulled down his own tennis shorts that he'd worn over after practice. Tezuka watched through blurred vision as Fuji leaned down once more, his breathing interrupted by an audible gasp when he felt the solid warmth of Fuji's cock brush against his stomach.
He tried to keep his eyes open; Fuji had said that he liked that most.
Fuji's hand pulled back as he thrust downward in hurried motions, voice soft as he panted, leaning over to look at Tezuka. His mouth slid into an easy, vague smile as Tezuka began to prop himself onto his elbows, craning his neck upward until his lips pressed shyly against Fuji's.
He moaned at the first slide of precome against his cock; Fuji stroked faster, hand barely fitting around the two cocks moving against each other. Tezuka watched Fuji's eyes, now closed; he watched his lips, and the teeth biting down as he came, spurting across Tezuka's stomach. He watched the fingers trail across his skin, spreading wetness, gathering it along fingertips before spreading it down his shaft and picking up speed.
"Fu...ji..." Tezuka whispered, back arching, arms shaky as he tried not to fall yet feeling barely contained in that moment. His mouth fell open, breathing unmeasured and shaky when Fuji's tongue slid along the head of his cock, mouth covering him, sucking in deep until he came.
Fuji pulled back, looking down at Tezuka with flirty eyes. He pushed himself off, thumb rubbing over his mouth absentmindedly, gaze centered on the white slashes of release still visible on Tezuka's stomach. He grinned.
"Meet you in the shower."