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Title: Talking dirty
Author: Atama_ga_itai, ichi-nen-sei of the OT5
Rating: NC17 / M
Characters: OT5 -- Tezuka/Sanada with scattered references to Fuji/Echizen, Fuji/Atobe/Echizen, Yukimura/Sanada and GP.
Disclaimer: I am not the creator of Prince of Tennis, or damnit, I'd be rich.
Author's Note: Tezuka and Sanada talk dirty in bed, and discover that things are never easy with so many hot men around.
Kind of a sequel to this story.
"What are you thinking about?" Tezuka whispered as his hands found their way under Sanada's shirt. Tezuka's fingers brushed Sanada's hipbones and lingered, feeling taut muscles clench.
"Last night," Sanada responded, his breath getting heavier. "Syuusuke teasing Ryoma under the dinner table until Ryoma was flushed and panting."
Tezuka unbuttoned his own shirt. Sanada stared for a moment and ran a finger from Tezuka's collarbone to his belly button. "You liked hearing Ryoma pant," Tezuka said, fingers busy with Sanada's belt. "Did you like what happened afterwards?"
Sanada pulled his own shirt over his head, and then gathered Tezuka against him. Their bare chests met in a soft collision of skin. "Syuusuke told Ryoma to sit back in his chair because he was going to eat...dessert..."
Tezuka laughed against Sanada's neck, his tongue finding a soft spot that cause Sanada's breath to hiss. "And then he ripped open Ryoma's shirt and poured chocolate all over him."
"Ryoma was embarrassed," Sanada said, drawing in a deep breath, "but Syuusuke had driven him to the point that he was begging for it." Sanada trailed his fingers over Tezuka's chest, feeling the well-developed muscles.
"Mmm..."
"What are you thinking about?" asked Sanada, biting his way along Tezuka's breastbone.
"Syuusuke and Keigo," Tezuka said in a soft moan, "two nights ago, when Keigo had Syuusuke tied to a chair, and then ignored him while he paid attention to Ryoma..."
Sanada pushed Tezuka backwards until he was sitting on the bed. He pulled Tezuka's pants off in one swift movement, and licked the top of Tezuka's knee. "Did you enjoy seeing Syuusuke tied up?" Sanada asked, kissing his way down Tezuka's leg, "angry and straining..." Sanada slipped Tezuka's big toe into his mouth.
Tezuka sucked in air. "Straining..." Tezuka gasped, "he was so hard, and so frustrated. I wanted to let him loose and let him fuck me..."
Sanada bit the inside of Tezuka's thigh and sucked hard. Tezuka's hand fisted in his hair. "You did let him loose finally, 'Mitsu, but he didn't fuck you, he fucked Atobe -- hard. Do you want to be fucked tonight, 'Mitsu?" Sanada licked upward and brushed his tongue lightly across the skin of Tezuka's balls. "You can imagine that I'm Syuusuke, and I..." Sanada licked up higher and took Tezuka into his mouth.
Tezuka gasped. "What will you imagine?"
There was nothing but the sound of gasping as Sanada established a rhythm and pushed and pulled Tezuka deeply into his mouth, engulfing as much as he could of the softly textured cock. Tezuka groaned and rocked upward with his hips.
And then Sanada pulled away.
Tezuka let out a small protesting noise.
"I'll imagine Yukimura," Sanada said, looking up, "we're having sex for the first time..."
Tezuka's eyes caught Sanada's. Suddenly Sanada found himself pulled onto the bed, with Tezuka pinning him down, growling.
"Yukimura..." Tezuka bit Sanada's chin as he worked Sanada's pants off. "I think I'd rather have you think about me, right now," Tezuka said, and curled his hand around Sanada's cock in a strong grasp. He sucked Sanada's lower lip into his mouth, and then found his way into Sanada's mouth. Their tongues met in a fluid friction. Sanada's fingers found and rubbed Tezuka's nipples.
"You've never dreamed of Yukimura with his hair all tousled and tangled, lying on his back with his legs spread?" Sanada asked, arching and panting at Tezuka's touch.
"I've dreamed of you like that," Tezuka spoke against Sanada's mouth, and then Tezuka had them both in his hand and slowly pumped, rubbing their hardnesses together.
In a swift motion Sanada rolled them over so that he lay above Tezuka. He kissed Tezuka deeply, tongue tangling with tongue. "But who do you think of that isn't us?" Sanada held Tezuka pinned into the mattress while his hand took over the stroking. Tezuka's hand found his ass, pushed Sanada hard against him.
Tezuka shut his eyes, tilting his head back to bare his neck. Sanada sank his teeth into Tezuka's neck with a groan, and felt heat build with their increasingly rapid breath.
"O--Oishi -- and Kikumaru --"
"What do you imagine them doing?" Sanada felt Tezuka's cock swell suddenly, and quickened his hand.
"Me -- them -- we're in the locker room shower -- they're both.." Tezuka gasped. "Genichirou..."
And in that moment, they came together.
For a moment Sanada lay panting into Tezuka's shoulder, and Tezuka brought his arms up and held him close.
"Yukimura?" Tezuka asked finally, tentatively, curling a lock of Sanada's hair around his finger.
"Oishi and Kikumaru?"
"I won't tell if you won't."
Sanada rolled over and nestled into Tezuka's side. They looked into each other's eyes, shared a long gaze.
"But most often, 'Mitsu," Sanada said, "I think about you."
Author: Atama_ga_itai, ichi-nen-sei of the OT5
Rating: NC17 / M
Characters: OT5 -- Tezuka/Sanada with scattered references to Fuji/Echizen, Fuji/Atobe/Echizen, Yukimura/Sanada and GP.
Disclaimer: I am not the creator of Prince of Tennis, or damnit, I'd be rich.
Author's Note: Tezuka and Sanada talk dirty in bed, and discover that things are never easy with so many hot men around.
Kind of a sequel to this story.
"What are you thinking about?" Tezuka whispered as his hands found their way under Sanada's shirt. Tezuka's fingers brushed Sanada's hipbones and lingered, feeling taut muscles clench.
"Last night," Sanada responded, his breath getting heavier. "Syuusuke teasing Ryoma under the dinner table until Ryoma was flushed and panting."
Tezuka unbuttoned his own shirt. Sanada stared for a moment and ran a finger from Tezuka's collarbone to his belly button. "You liked hearing Ryoma pant," Tezuka said, fingers busy with Sanada's belt. "Did you like what happened afterwards?"
Sanada pulled his own shirt over his head, and then gathered Tezuka against him. Their bare chests met in a soft collision of skin. "Syuusuke told Ryoma to sit back in his chair because he was going to eat...dessert..."
Tezuka laughed against Sanada's neck, his tongue finding a soft spot that cause Sanada's breath to hiss. "And then he ripped open Ryoma's shirt and poured chocolate all over him."
"Ryoma was embarrassed," Sanada said, drawing in a deep breath, "but Syuusuke had driven him to the point that he was begging for it." Sanada trailed his fingers over Tezuka's chest, feeling the well-developed muscles.
"Mmm..."
"What are you thinking about?" asked Sanada, biting his way along Tezuka's breastbone.
"Syuusuke and Keigo," Tezuka said in a soft moan, "two nights ago, when Keigo had Syuusuke tied to a chair, and then ignored him while he paid attention to Ryoma..."
Sanada pushed Tezuka backwards until he was sitting on the bed. He pulled Tezuka's pants off in one swift movement, and licked the top of Tezuka's knee. "Did you enjoy seeing Syuusuke tied up?" Sanada asked, kissing his way down Tezuka's leg, "angry and straining..." Sanada slipped Tezuka's big toe into his mouth.
Tezuka sucked in air. "Straining..." Tezuka gasped, "he was so hard, and so frustrated. I wanted to let him loose and let him fuck me..."
Sanada bit the inside of Tezuka's thigh and sucked hard. Tezuka's hand fisted in his hair. "You did let him loose finally, 'Mitsu, but he didn't fuck you, he fucked Atobe -- hard. Do you want to be fucked tonight, 'Mitsu?" Sanada licked upward and brushed his tongue lightly across the skin of Tezuka's balls. "You can imagine that I'm Syuusuke, and I..." Sanada licked up higher and took Tezuka into his mouth.
Tezuka gasped. "What will you imagine?"
There was nothing but the sound of gasping as Sanada established a rhythm and pushed and pulled Tezuka deeply into his mouth, engulfing as much as he could of the softly textured cock. Tezuka groaned and rocked upward with his hips.
And then Sanada pulled away.
Tezuka let out a small protesting noise.
"I'll imagine Yukimura," Sanada said, looking up, "we're having sex for the first time..."
Tezuka's eyes caught Sanada's. Suddenly Sanada found himself pulled onto the bed, with Tezuka pinning him down, growling.
"Yukimura..." Tezuka bit Sanada's chin as he worked Sanada's pants off. "I think I'd rather have you think about me, right now," Tezuka said, and curled his hand around Sanada's cock in a strong grasp. He sucked Sanada's lower lip into his mouth, and then found his way into Sanada's mouth. Their tongues met in a fluid friction. Sanada's fingers found and rubbed Tezuka's nipples.
"You've never dreamed of Yukimura with his hair all tousled and tangled, lying on his back with his legs spread?" Sanada asked, arching and panting at Tezuka's touch.
"I've dreamed of you like that," Tezuka spoke against Sanada's mouth, and then Tezuka had them both in his hand and slowly pumped, rubbing their hardnesses together.
In a swift motion Sanada rolled them over so that he lay above Tezuka. He kissed Tezuka deeply, tongue tangling with tongue. "But who do you think of that isn't us?" Sanada held Tezuka pinned into the mattress while his hand took over the stroking. Tezuka's hand found his ass, pushed Sanada hard against him.
Tezuka shut his eyes, tilting his head back to bare his neck. Sanada sank his teeth into Tezuka's neck with a groan, and felt heat build with their increasingly rapid breath.
"O--Oishi -- and Kikumaru --"
"What do you imagine them doing?" Sanada felt Tezuka's cock swell suddenly, and quickened his hand.
"Me -- them -- we're in the locker room shower -- they're both.." Tezuka gasped. "Genichirou..."
And in that moment, they came together.
For a moment Sanada lay panting into Tezuka's shoulder, and Tezuka brought his arms up and held him close.
"Yukimura?" Tezuka asked finally, tentatively, curling a lock of Sanada's hair around his finger.
"Oishi and Kikumaru?"
"I won't tell if you won't."
Sanada rolled over and nestled into Tezuka's side. They looked into each other's eyes, shared a long gaze.
"But most often, 'Mitsu," Sanada said, "I think about you."