[PoT]Bedding, R, Smuttish, FujiRyo
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chineseinkEmi's birthday.
08.12.2005
Because I wanted to write an uke!Fuji without horribly maligning his character as I’ve seen done in many a TezuFuji doujinshi. Also because there should always be more Thrill Pair smut.
3. bedding; Thrill Pair, tenipuri, r
Ryoma shoved Fuji against the door and pressed himself between Fuji’s legs, hands in Fuji’s hair and tongue in Fuji’s mouth. He shifted his stance to pull the keys from his pocket and stabbed ineffectually at the doorknob, hoping to somehow unlock the door without breaking the kiss. Fuji moaned under his mouth, hands stealing up Ryoma’s back, moving restlessly against the thigh pressed between his legs. A decided lack of breath was shared between them, curling between their mouths, out the edges where the kiss grew sloppy.
“Wait,” Fuji gasped, wrenching his mouth from Ryoma’s. He looked down, blue eyes hazy, at his boyfriend, his lover, and shuddered. He liberated the key from Ryoma’s hands and quickly unlocked their door, barely inside before Ryoma grabbed him and dragged him toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut on the way. Their bulky winter clothes were shed en route, coats and sweaters and scarves discarded by the time they reach their bedroom, and Ryoma with a predatory look in his eyes awaited Fuji on the bed.
“Syuusuke,” he purred, pulling Fuji down to him and licking a slow, hot trail up his newly exposed neck. “Do you know what I want for Christmas?”
Fuji smiled, pulling away to strip off his shirt. “Do tell, Ryoma,” he murmured in reply, lying down on their king-sized bed, one of their few luxuries.
Ryoma straddled him. “Want you,” he announced, eyes gleaming wickedly as he bent down to nip at Fuji’s chest. His cold fingers slid up the sensitive skin of Fuji’s stomach and had him moaning and torn between shying away from and arching into the touch.
“Ryoma,” he panted, fisting his hands in the younger man’s hair as he made quick work of the fastenings on Fuji’s pants.
“What?” Ryoma stopped and looked up with his hand poised over Fuji’s cock, teasing and well aware of it. His smirk was in full bloom and Fuji shuddered at the sight of it, throat tight in anticipation.
He mustered up a bland smile. “Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.”
A hand curled around his erection and he moaned, eyes shut and trivial semantics driven out of his mind.
Ryoma grinned. “Then this can be my birthday present,” he said, leaning down.
08.12.2005
Because I wanted to write an uke!Fuji without horribly maligning his character as I’ve seen done in many a TezuFuji doujinshi. Also because there should always be more Thrill Pair smut.
3. bedding; Thrill Pair, tenipuri, r
Ryoma shoved Fuji against the door and pressed himself between Fuji’s legs, hands in Fuji’s hair and tongue in Fuji’s mouth. He shifted his stance to pull the keys from his pocket and stabbed ineffectually at the doorknob, hoping to somehow unlock the door without breaking the kiss. Fuji moaned under his mouth, hands stealing up Ryoma’s back, moving restlessly against the thigh pressed between his legs. A decided lack of breath was shared between them, curling between their mouths, out the edges where the kiss grew sloppy.
“Wait,” Fuji gasped, wrenching his mouth from Ryoma’s. He looked down, blue eyes hazy, at his boyfriend, his lover, and shuddered. He liberated the key from Ryoma’s hands and quickly unlocked their door, barely inside before Ryoma grabbed him and dragged him toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut on the way. Their bulky winter clothes were shed en route, coats and sweaters and scarves discarded by the time they reach their bedroom, and Ryoma with a predatory look in his eyes awaited Fuji on the bed.
“Syuusuke,” he purred, pulling Fuji down to him and licking a slow, hot trail up his newly exposed neck. “Do you know what I want for Christmas?”
Fuji smiled, pulling away to strip off his shirt. “Do tell, Ryoma,” he murmured in reply, lying down on their king-sized bed, one of their few luxuries.
Ryoma straddled him. “Want you,” he announced, eyes gleaming wickedly as he bent down to nip at Fuji’s chest. His cold fingers slid up the sensitive skin of Fuji’s stomach and had him moaning and torn between shying away from and arching into the touch.
“Ryoma,” he panted, fisting his hands in the younger man’s hair as he made quick work of the fastenings on Fuji’s pants.
“What?” Ryoma stopped and looked up with his hand poised over Fuji’s cock, teasing and well aware of it. His smirk was in full bloom and Fuji shuddered at the sight of it, throat tight in anticipation.
He mustered up a bland smile. “Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.”
A hand curled around his erection and he moaned, eyes shut and trivial semantics driven out of his mind.
Ryoma grinned. “Then this can be my birthday present,” he said, leaning down.
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