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Title: Sticky
Rating: NC-17! I'm really, really not joking.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not my copyright.
Summary: Kinky nigh-plotless dirty pair sex. Ropes and pancakes. Written for that blushing girl over there.
Gakuto woke up slowly like he usually did, unwilling to leave his dreams. He'd been flying again, somewhere up above Mount Fuji, and really didn't wanna come down. The snow had been so cold on his belly...
...Cold?
...And hey, he felt pretty immobilized...
Gakuto cracked an eye and was met by the sight of the blue-haired morning monster, grinning down at him with utmost delight.
"Good morning, sweetheart." The man was too fucking cheerful. But then Gakuto realized that the cold feeling against the skin of his stomach hadn't fled with his dream.
"Ne -- Yuushi -- what --" Gakuto began to sit up and realized that he couldn't. His arms and legs, bound. He lifted his head with a scowl and realized that there was a bowl on his tummy, a cold one. "What the FUCK Yuushi!"
The man just grinned at him as though he'd been expecting that kind of response.
"Thirsty, sweetie?"
Gakuto flexed and tested the limits of the ropes. Tensai games. First thing in the morning. Not okay.
But then the cold bowl was removed from Gakuto's stomach and replaced by something else, something that felt quite good actually. It was warm, at any rate.
Gakuto looked down and saw a pancake on his belly.
"Or are you hungry?"
Gakuto started reviewing numbers in his head, like the one for the police. Certifiable. Yuushi was going to have to be put away.
"I don't know, honey," he replied cautiously, "But if you untie me, I might find some appetite."
But then the tensai was above him again, descending toward his mouth, eyes behind his glasses wide and amused. Their lips met, softly, and then parted.
Gakuto wasn't expecting the juice. It flowed slowly from Yuushi's lips to his, liquid and sweet, followed gently by a tongue.
Oh.
Their mouths met around the juice, and it was all sweet somehow, and really interesting washing between their tongues. But wait.
"Hey -- hey --" Gakuto spluttered. "So, I'm given to understand that you're going to keep me like this?"
But Yuushi was licking a driblet of juice off of Gakuto's chin, and didn't appear to be listening at all.
Gakuto tried again. "It's going to be hard work feeding me," he warned. "If I don't like your cooking I'll spit it back out..."
But the man was already doing something else. Yuushi turned around with a strawberry in his mouth, and something about his expression wormed its way into Gakuto's belly.
"Fine. One bite. Then you untie me." He opened his mouth somewhat grudgingly and felt the strawberry placed there, very delicately. He bit. It was perfectly ripe, and the juice felt good sliding down his throat.
But then he felt something else, something oozy trickling down his side.
"Yuushi -- what -- " The man had a carafe of warm liquid of some kind. It was the color of rose, and it was getting poured all over the pancake on Gakuto's belly.
"Strawberry syrup, sweetie." And then the damned tensai turned around with a utensil in his hand.
"Is that a -- spork?" Gakuto's jaw was agape. What was that number again? He needed to get to a cellphone.
"I thought maybe metal would hurt your stomach." How could the man's voice remain so perfectly reasonable? And then, Gakuto blinked as Yuushi cut a perfect little slice of pancake, swirled it slowly around the syrup on Gakuto's skin, and brought it to his mouth.
But instead of chewing it, he conveyed it to Gakuto's mouth. Gakuto took the offered bite and found that the pancake was light and tasted very, very good.
"Not bad," he admitted around a chew. "But wouldn't you like to feed yourself too?"
"Oh, I will," Yuushi said in a slow drawl, his smile turning ultimately wicked.
Fuck, Gakuto thought. He wasn't going to be getting out of this.
Because the next thing that Yuushi did was slowly dribble the syrup over Gakuto's nipples, both of them. And then he cut another piece of pancake with that stupid spork, and took it in his mouth.
The tensai dragged the pancake in his mouth slowly, slowly up Gakuto's body, and over each nipple, one at a time, making sure Gakuto knew the texture by heart. And boy did he -- Gakuto's arms instinctively tried to go down, cup Yuushi's head, but he realized that he couldn't.
Gakuto was angry again. "Idiot. If you just wanted to get laid, you could've just asked. Don't you want me to touch you?"
But Gakuto's mouth was stopped by another piece of exquisitely strawberry-flavored pancake.
And then Yuushi took another sip of juice, and when Gakuto was done chewing they were kissing again, the sweet liquid washing the bite down. Tongue slid wetly against tongue, lips hungry.
"Mmmmm." Yuushi was obviously excited by this, the pervy tensai bastard. Gakuto sighed and considered giving up the fight. He could always get Yuushi back later.
Gakuto let Yuushi slowly finish giving him the pancake that way, each bite rubbed against the pooling fluid around his nipples, the cleft in his neck, his belly button. Finally, when the last bite was being rubbed slowly all over his abdomen, Gakuto realized that he was moaning. And...hard.
"You gonna finish what you started?" Gakuto said, looking rather significantly down at his erection.
But the fucking blue-haired idiot just smiled and put something else in his mouth and leaned over the expanse of stickiness that was Gakuto's skin.
"Arrrrrrgh -- you --" Cold again. Felt like ice, shooting a ticklish path over his chest, and on down his skin.
"Mmmmmm..."
Gakuto gave in and shuddered, his erection throbbing a little. The ice did feel kind of interesting on his skin, especially... "Ahhh, damn..." Yep, right there. Over those. Yes, lightly, not long enough for them to lose feeling, but long enough to sting a little.
Then Yuushi passed the ice cube into Gakuto's mouth, and they played with it for a long cool moment, their tongues tangling and feeling the sting ease into heat.
"Yuushi," Gakuto finally whispered, "Can't you undo my hands? I'd like to touch you too."
The tensai looked like he was thinking about that, his eyes going all soft and sweet. But just when Gakuto felt like he'd successfully wound Yuushi around his finger all over again, the man shook his head and smiled.
"I would, but I heard you needed some...lessons."
Gakuto sucked in his breath with surprise, feeling a bit of confusion. How'd the man find out? He also felt a little strange, knowing that Yuushi knew, but...
Yuushi got out the syrup again, and was slowly dribbling it over his own erection.
"Do you mind if I give you pointers?"
Gakuto took a deep breath and shuddered it out as Oshitari climbed over his torso and looked down at him, erection hovering above Gakuto's lips. A bit of syrup dripped from Yuushi's cock. Gakuto automatically licked it away, and saw his partner shudder a little.
That made Gakuto feel a little bit better, like perhaps he still had control, like he wasn't being forced to take Yuushi's cock into his mouth with no kind of choice at all. In fact...
Gakuto opened his mouth, seeming to oblige the tensai, who let his tip slip between Gakuto's teeth with a groan. But then, Gakuto simply held it there, still, not doing anything with his tongue. This was hard; Yuushi's cock tasted kind of nice with that strawberry sauce all over it.
"Gakuto..." Yuushi said, his voice sounding all low and yearning. "I want you so badly. I'll untie your arms if you really want me to, but I wanted to take this at my pace. You have a tendency to hurry it up...Please, play. And let me know if it's too much..."
Gakuto sighed. That voice... Fine. He'd play the stupid tensai games, just this once... He began to lick, then, remembering what he'd learned. Something about licking the slit, sucking on the head, rubbing the tip around his palate...
Before too long he'd reduced the man to a moaning, quivering mess above him, arms braced and hips held super-still. Gakuto had a feeling that Yuushi would be thrusting like mad if they'd been in some other position, and felt a little squishy inside about his partner's self-control.
And then Yuushi's hand was on his hair and he was gently removing his cock. "M--my, I'm not sure whether to thank Ohtori or kill him."
"What? That's it?"
The tensai smiled then, a little wickedly again. "You'll see."
Yuushi dipped down to the bottom of the bed again and starting pouring syrup all over Gakuto's member, dripping it into every possible crevice, it felt. Then, Gakuto felt himself being taken deep into Yuushi's mouth, tongue and lips licking and swirling around all that sticky slidy syrup.
Gakuto lifted his head to try to see what the man was up to, but his bound arms stopped him. He felt Yuushi's mouth caressing him all over, and the heat and wetness of it made him buck against the ropes. Damn. Somehow he always seemed to forget just how good at this Yuushi really was. Gakuto moaned, his head rolling back and his eyes closing. If Yuushi kept it up like this, it'd be over before it'd even really begun. "Damn -- Yuushi -- s-stop, or you won't be able to play --"
Yuushi's mouth went lighter over his cock, teasing the skin with little licks and touches all over, but it really felt to Gakuto like it was buying him time. He wondered just what the man was up to down there, making all those noises. But then, Gakuto's cock was deep in Yuushi's mouth again, and his brain turned off --
Only to be replaced by a moan of disappointment when Yuushi really did stop, entirely. "W-what, you gonna fuck me now?" He gasped. His legs were really in an inconvenient position for that.
But the tensai was grinning yet again and poured even more syrup all over Gakuto, and was suddenly right in his face, and they were kissing with a hungry sort of fire. It surprised Gakuto VERY much when he felt himself slowly, slowly guided to Yuushi's center, which was apparently all ready for him to push right in.
"Y -- Yuushi!" Gakuto's face went entirely red as he watched his partner grit his teeth and groan, pushing slowly, slowly down onto him. "What the...What..."
"What do you THINK I'm doing?" the tensai gritted out, panting.
Gakuto groaned and tried his best to not buck up quickly, to play nice too, but the feeling was like being slowly encased in a tight, warmly sticky pile of bread dough, but really, really hot wet warm sexy bread dough...
Yuushi sought his mouth again and moaned into it, but one hand was going up over Gakuto's head, and finally, finally, his hands were coming free.
"Wanna...feel you hold me, partner." Yuushi's voice drawled, low and panting. Gakuto grabbed hold of Yuushi's shoulder and arched himself into the feeling.
"Aaah..."
And Gakuto remembered suddenly that his hands really were free, and sought out Yuushi's cock and fisted himself around the skin and stickiness.
And that was apparently the right thing to do, because Yuushi panted and began moving on him then, moving with him, staring down at him out of wide glasses-covered eyes that were tearing up a little from whatever he was feeling in there, over him...
Over him...sliding, moving, tilting, taking Gakuto deep, rubbing all over him, down onto him, Yuushi's face more open and turned on than Gakuto could recall.
"G-god, I..." This was about it, then. He should probably warn the man.
But they hit that ceiling together, moaning, Yuushi's come joining the sticky trails of syrup, and Gakuto's hitting something deep and receptive.
"F-fuck," Gakuto said, finally, and realized that he could grab his partner close into a kiss, so he did.
And a moment later, when Yuushi whispered something low and soft into his ear, he felt awash in sweetness.
*
"Now that," Gakuto finally announced, "was very, very sticky."
Yuushi just grinned and held him closer. "Maybe it'll help you stick to my side," he said, voice dropping low and mushy.
Ah well, Gakuto thought, feeling a delicious sleepiness pervade his sticky, syrup coated limbs. Let him be mushy. Just this once.
Rating: NC-17! I'm really, really not joking.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not my copyright.
Summary: Kinky nigh-plotless dirty pair sex. Ropes and pancakes. Written for that blushing girl over there.
Gakuto woke up slowly like he usually did, unwilling to leave his dreams. He'd been flying again, somewhere up above Mount Fuji, and really didn't wanna come down. The snow had been so cold on his belly...
...Cold?
...And hey, he felt pretty immobilized...
Gakuto cracked an eye and was met by the sight of the blue-haired morning monster, grinning down at him with utmost delight.
"Good morning, sweetheart." The man was too fucking cheerful. But then Gakuto realized that the cold feeling against the skin of his stomach hadn't fled with his dream.
"Ne -- Yuushi -- what --" Gakuto began to sit up and realized that he couldn't. His arms and legs, bound. He lifted his head with a scowl and realized that there was a bowl on his tummy, a cold one. "What the FUCK Yuushi!"
The man just grinned at him as though he'd been expecting that kind of response.
"Thirsty, sweetie?"
Gakuto flexed and tested the limits of the ropes. Tensai games. First thing in the morning. Not okay.
But then the cold bowl was removed from Gakuto's stomach and replaced by something else, something that felt quite good actually. It was warm, at any rate.
Gakuto looked down and saw a pancake on his belly.
"Or are you hungry?"
Gakuto started reviewing numbers in his head, like the one for the police. Certifiable. Yuushi was going to have to be put away.
"I don't know, honey," he replied cautiously, "But if you untie me, I might find some appetite."
But then the tensai was above him again, descending toward his mouth, eyes behind his glasses wide and amused. Their lips met, softly, and then parted.
Gakuto wasn't expecting the juice. It flowed slowly from Yuushi's lips to his, liquid and sweet, followed gently by a tongue.
Oh.
Their mouths met around the juice, and it was all sweet somehow, and really interesting washing between their tongues. But wait.
"Hey -- hey --" Gakuto spluttered. "So, I'm given to understand that you're going to keep me like this?"
But Yuushi was licking a driblet of juice off of Gakuto's chin, and didn't appear to be listening at all.
Gakuto tried again. "It's going to be hard work feeding me," he warned. "If I don't like your cooking I'll spit it back out..."
But the man was already doing something else. Yuushi turned around with a strawberry in his mouth, and something about his expression wormed its way into Gakuto's belly.
"Fine. One bite. Then you untie me." He opened his mouth somewhat grudgingly and felt the strawberry placed there, very delicately. He bit. It was perfectly ripe, and the juice felt good sliding down his throat.
But then he felt something else, something oozy trickling down his side.
"Yuushi -- what -- " The man had a carafe of warm liquid of some kind. It was the color of rose, and it was getting poured all over the pancake on Gakuto's belly.
"Strawberry syrup, sweetie." And then the damned tensai turned around with a utensil in his hand.
"Is that a -- spork?" Gakuto's jaw was agape. What was that number again? He needed to get to a cellphone.
"I thought maybe metal would hurt your stomach." How could the man's voice remain so perfectly reasonable? And then, Gakuto blinked as Yuushi cut a perfect little slice of pancake, swirled it slowly around the syrup on Gakuto's skin, and brought it to his mouth.
But instead of chewing it, he conveyed it to Gakuto's mouth. Gakuto took the offered bite and found that the pancake was light and tasted very, very good.
"Not bad," he admitted around a chew. "But wouldn't you like to feed yourself too?"
"Oh, I will," Yuushi said in a slow drawl, his smile turning ultimately wicked.
Fuck, Gakuto thought. He wasn't going to be getting out of this.
Because the next thing that Yuushi did was slowly dribble the syrup over Gakuto's nipples, both of them. And then he cut another piece of pancake with that stupid spork, and took it in his mouth.
The tensai dragged the pancake in his mouth slowly, slowly up Gakuto's body, and over each nipple, one at a time, making sure Gakuto knew the texture by heart. And boy did he -- Gakuto's arms instinctively tried to go down, cup Yuushi's head, but he realized that he couldn't.
Gakuto was angry again. "Idiot. If you just wanted to get laid, you could've just asked. Don't you want me to touch you?"
But Gakuto's mouth was stopped by another piece of exquisitely strawberry-flavored pancake.
And then Yuushi took another sip of juice, and when Gakuto was done chewing they were kissing again, the sweet liquid washing the bite down. Tongue slid wetly against tongue, lips hungry.
"Mmmmm." Yuushi was obviously excited by this, the pervy tensai bastard. Gakuto sighed and considered giving up the fight. He could always get Yuushi back later.
Gakuto let Yuushi slowly finish giving him the pancake that way, each bite rubbed against the pooling fluid around his nipples, the cleft in his neck, his belly button. Finally, when the last bite was being rubbed slowly all over his abdomen, Gakuto realized that he was moaning. And...hard.
"You gonna finish what you started?" Gakuto said, looking rather significantly down at his erection.
But the fucking blue-haired idiot just smiled and put something else in his mouth and leaned over the expanse of stickiness that was Gakuto's skin.
"Arrrrrrgh -- you --" Cold again. Felt like ice, shooting a ticklish path over his chest, and on down his skin.
"Mmmmmm..."
Gakuto gave in and shuddered, his erection throbbing a little. The ice did feel kind of interesting on his skin, especially... "Ahhh, damn..." Yep, right there. Over those. Yes, lightly, not long enough for them to lose feeling, but long enough to sting a little.
Then Yuushi passed the ice cube into Gakuto's mouth, and they played with it for a long cool moment, their tongues tangling and feeling the sting ease into heat.
"Yuushi," Gakuto finally whispered, "Can't you undo my hands? I'd like to touch you too."
The tensai looked like he was thinking about that, his eyes going all soft and sweet. But just when Gakuto felt like he'd successfully wound Yuushi around his finger all over again, the man shook his head and smiled.
"I would, but I heard you needed some...lessons."
Gakuto sucked in his breath with surprise, feeling a bit of confusion. How'd the man find out? He also felt a little strange, knowing that Yuushi knew, but...
Yuushi got out the syrup again, and was slowly dribbling it over his own erection.
"Do you mind if I give you pointers?"
Gakuto took a deep breath and shuddered it out as Oshitari climbed over his torso and looked down at him, erection hovering above Gakuto's lips. A bit of syrup dripped from Yuushi's cock. Gakuto automatically licked it away, and saw his partner shudder a little.
That made Gakuto feel a little bit better, like perhaps he still had control, like he wasn't being forced to take Yuushi's cock into his mouth with no kind of choice at all. In fact...
Gakuto opened his mouth, seeming to oblige the tensai, who let his tip slip between Gakuto's teeth with a groan. But then, Gakuto simply held it there, still, not doing anything with his tongue. This was hard; Yuushi's cock tasted kind of nice with that strawberry sauce all over it.
"Gakuto..." Yuushi said, his voice sounding all low and yearning. "I want you so badly. I'll untie your arms if you really want me to, but I wanted to take this at my pace. You have a tendency to hurry it up...Please, play. And let me know if it's too much..."
Gakuto sighed. That voice... Fine. He'd play the stupid tensai games, just this once... He began to lick, then, remembering what he'd learned. Something about licking the slit, sucking on the head, rubbing the tip around his palate...
Before too long he'd reduced the man to a moaning, quivering mess above him, arms braced and hips held super-still. Gakuto had a feeling that Yuushi would be thrusting like mad if they'd been in some other position, and felt a little squishy inside about his partner's self-control.
And then Yuushi's hand was on his hair and he was gently removing his cock. "M--my, I'm not sure whether to thank Ohtori or kill him."
"What? That's it?"
The tensai smiled then, a little wickedly again. "You'll see."
Yuushi dipped down to the bottom of the bed again and starting pouring syrup all over Gakuto's member, dripping it into every possible crevice, it felt. Then, Gakuto felt himself being taken deep into Yuushi's mouth, tongue and lips licking and swirling around all that sticky slidy syrup.
Gakuto lifted his head to try to see what the man was up to, but his bound arms stopped him. He felt Yuushi's mouth caressing him all over, and the heat and wetness of it made him buck against the ropes. Damn. Somehow he always seemed to forget just how good at this Yuushi really was. Gakuto moaned, his head rolling back and his eyes closing. If Yuushi kept it up like this, it'd be over before it'd even really begun. "Damn -- Yuushi -- s-stop, or you won't be able to play --"
Yuushi's mouth went lighter over his cock, teasing the skin with little licks and touches all over, but it really felt to Gakuto like it was buying him time. He wondered just what the man was up to down there, making all those noises. But then, Gakuto's cock was deep in Yuushi's mouth again, and his brain turned off --
Only to be replaced by a moan of disappointment when Yuushi really did stop, entirely. "W-what, you gonna fuck me now?" He gasped. His legs were really in an inconvenient position for that.
But the tensai was grinning yet again and poured even more syrup all over Gakuto, and was suddenly right in his face, and they were kissing with a hungry sort of fire. It surprised Gakuto VERY much when he felt himself slowly, slowly guided to Yuushi's center, which was apparently all ready for him to push right in.
"Y -- Yuushi!" Gakuto's face went entirely red as he watched his partner grit his teeth and groan, pushing slowly, slowly down onto him. "What the...What..."
"What do you THINK I'm doing?" the tensai gritted out, panting.
Gakuto groaned and tried his best to not buck up quickly, to play nice too, but the feeling was like being slowly encased in a tight, warmly sticky pile of bread dough, but really, really hot wet warm sexy bread dough...
Yuushi sought his mouth again and moaned into it, but one hand was going up over Gakuto's head, and finally, finally, his hands were coming free.
"Wanna...feel you hold me, partner." Yuushi's voice drawled, low and panting. Gakuto grabbed hold of Yuushi's shoulder and arched himself into the feeling.
"Aaah..."
And Gakuto remembered suddenly that his hands really were free, and sought out Yuushi's cock and fisted himself around the skin and stickiness.
And that was apparently the right thing to do, because Yuushi panted and began moving on him then, moving with him, staring down at him out of wide glasses-covered eyes that were tearing up a little from whatever he was feeling in there, over him...
Over him...sliding, moving, tilting, taking Gakuto deep, rubbing all over him, down onto him, Yuushi's face more open and turned on than Gakuto could recall.
"G-god, I..." This was about it, then. He should probably warn the man.
But they hit that ceiling together, moaning, Yuushi's come joining the sticky trails of syrup, and Gakuto's hitting something deep and receptive.
"F-fuck," Gakuto said, finally, and realized that he could grab his partner close into a kiss, so he did.
And a moment later, when Yuushi whispered something low and soft into his ear, he felt awash in sweetness.
*
"Now that," Gakuto finally announced, "was very, very sticky."
Yuushi just grinned and held him closer. "Maybe it'll help you stick to my side," he said, voice dropping low and mushy.
Ah well, Gakuto thought, feeling a delicious sleepiness pervade his sticky, syrup coated limbs. Let him be mushy. Just this once.