TeniPuri: (FIC) à la mode Marui/Kirihara R
Title: à la mode
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Marui/Kirihara
For the previously fulfilled request: here by purkledragon
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Prince of Tennis
A/N: For day twenty-two of fic_on_demand's fic a day June fest.
Akaya could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Marui-senpai eat the slice of cake he'd brought with his bare hands. It was the best thing he'd seen, and heard, in his entire life. Especially after most of the cake was gone, and all that was left was crumbs and frosting. He stared, unabashedly, as Marui-senpai swirled his fingers in the frosting, before bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on them.
He felt like squirming. No. He felt like jumping on Marui-senpai and licking him all over. And other stuff, if he were allowed.
"Mmmm," Marui-senpai moaned as he slowly pulled the wet fingers from his mouth. "This is delicious. Taste?" Marui-senpai dipped his wet fingers back in the frosting and pointed them in Akaya's direction. He almost came in his pants right then.
Inching closer, he kneeled on Marui-senpai's bed, and parted his lips to allow the frosting-coated fingers to enter his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed the overly sweet frosting, desperately trying to get a taste of Marui-senpai. The moment the sucked clean fingers touched his tongue, his cock throbbed in anticipation of tasting more of him.
Akaya pushed Marui-senpai onto his back, hovering over him, still sucking on his senpai's fingers, and grinned. He swept some frosting from the plate onto his own fingers, and proceeded to paint a suddenly naked Marui-senpai everywhere he wanted to lick. Everywhere.
"Akaya," Marui-senpai said, sounding annoyed. That was strange. His senpai never called him that before. He also never sounded like his mum, either.
Opening his eyes, he stared up at his mother who was giving him an expression torn between amusement and irritation. Akaya hoped dearly that he didn't talk in his sleep.
"Aren't you going over to your friend's house today?" his mother asked, eyeing his clock.
Jumping out of bed, Akaya ran past her, and down toward the kitchen, calling back to her as he went. "Hey Ma, do we still have that cake mix?"
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairings: Marui/Kirihara
For the previously fulfilled request: here by purkledragon
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from Prince of Tennis
A/N: For day twenty-two of fic_on_demand's fic a day June fest.
Akaya could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Marui-senpai eat the slice of cake he'd brought with his bare hands. It was the best thing he'd seen, and heard, in his entire life. Especially after most of the cake was gone, and all that was left was crumbs and frosting. He stared, unabashedly, as Marui-senpai swirled his fingers in the frosting, before bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on them.
He felt like squirming. No. He felt like jumping on Marui-senpai and licking him all over. And other stuff, if he were allowed.
"Mmmm," Marui-senpai moaned as he slowly pulled the wet fingers from his mouth. "This is delicious. Taste?" Marui-senpai dipped his wet fingers back in the frosting and pointed them in Akaya's direction. He almost came in his pants right then.
Inching closer, he kneeled on Marui-senpai's bed, and parted his lips to allow the frosting-coated fingers to enter his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed the overly sweet frosting, desperately trying to get a taste of Marui-senpai. The moment the sucked clean fingers touched his tongue, his cock throbbed in anticipation of tasting more of him.
Akaya pushed Marui-senpai onto his back, hovering over him, still sucking on his senpai's fingers, and grinned. He swept some frosting from the plate onto his own fingers, and proceeded to paint a suddenly naked Marui-senpai everywhere he wanted to lick. Everywhere.
"Akaya," Marui-senpai said, sounding annoyed. That was strange. His senpai never called him that before. He also never sounded like his mum, either.
Opening his eyes, he stared up at his mother who was giving him an expression torn between amusement and irritation. Akaya hoped dearly that he didn't talk in his sleep.
"Aren't you going over to your friend's house today?" his mother asked, eyeing his clock.
Jumping out of bed, Akaya ran past her, and down toward the kitchen, calling back to her as he went. "Hey Ma, do we still have that cake mix?"