[PoT] Uninhibited, R, Smut, FujiRyo [revolution]

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Thrill Pair Revolution

Title: Uninhibited
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Sex on the tennis courts.


Uninhibited
by meitachi

"What the hell--?!" Ryoma's exclamation was cut short as Fuji clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him down. His back hit the ground with a painful thump and he growled and glared at the boy on top of him.

"Shh," Fuji shushed him, glancing around the deserted street courts. It was a chilly five a.m. on a Sunday morning, dawn barely peeking out over the horizon of the summer day, and it was no wonder that they were distinctly alone.

Ryoma attempted to bite the hand over his mouth.

"Stay still," Fuji admonished him, lips curling into a smile as his other hand slid under Ryoma's tennis jersey.

Ryoma's hand tightened on the racket he'd still been clutching when Fuji had pounced. He strained under the other boy's weight, twisting his head until his mouth was free. "SYUUSUKE," he cried, outraged.

Fuji's fingers found a nipple and tweaked, eliciting a sharp, sudden cry. "Quiet, Ryoma," he murmured, aligning his hips with Ryoma's and rocking. "You wouldn't want to attract attention, would you?"

"This," Ryoma gasped even as his hips arched upward of their own accord, "is totally fucking illegal." Still, something crept into those golden eyes and a small smirk found its way to his lips. He'd always liked challenges and thrills--and there was just something about exhibitionism that appealed to him. He might've been spending too much with Fuji, though...

Leaning up, Ryoma caught Fuji's mouth in a kiss, slow and unhurried and thoroughly exploratory. Bringing up the hand with his racket, he slowly slid it up over Fuji's back and then, before the other boy could catch onto his intentions, slid the side of the racket between Fuji's legs and rubbed.

A low moan escaped Fuji and he pulled back from the kiss, breathing labored, as he rolled his hips even more tightly against Ryoma's. His hair fell into his eyes, still sweaty from the game, eyes lidded and intense. "Ryoma is such a tease," he accused softly, between pants.

Ryoma's expression was smug. "Mmhmm." He slid the racket back and forth, pressing tight against Fuji. "But you love it."

"The thrill?" Fuji busied his hands again, working under the waistband of Ryoma's shorts. He smiled down at his lover. "Absolutely."

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Started/Finished: 09.18.2005