Clothes Shopping
A/N: Haven't been writing fics for quite a while now. I can give the excuse that real life is stressing me out, or admit that I am plain lazy. LOL. But I am still in love with my Momoryo (and hope you guys are too). So this is a new one-shot from me, written for the new challenge comm 30places (#6). Enjoy.
Rating: R (near NC-17, oral sex)
Fandom/Pairing: Prince of Tennis/Momoryo
Disclaimer: Question: Since when have they become mine? (Answer: Since I started taking over the world.)
Summary: Ryoma got bored while Momoshiro shopped for clothes. So Momoshiro found a way to wake him up. With the help of a white shirt. (You are warned!)
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Echizen Ryoma frowned as he was dragged into yet another store by his persistent senpai. That was probably the fifth store they had gone into in the past hour. Ryoma was not too sure, he had lost count a long time ago. Frustrated, Ryoma sat down on a rectangular couch as Momoshiro looked through the racks of shirts. Why did Momo-senpai want to go shopping for clothes? He had so many clothes already. For gods sake, his senpai had more clothes than him and you never see Ryoma complaining. The two of them could have spend the time playing tennis and not waste the sunny weather.
Ryoma kicked his feet in the air as Momoshiro grabbed a bundle of clothes and went into the changing room. 'Baka Momo-senpai,' the young boy thought as he yawned sleepily. He had a strong urge to just lie down on the couch, but the salesgirl was already staring at him.
After a couple of minutes, Momoshiro walked out of the room wearing a crisp, white shirt with long sleeves. He stood proudly in front of Ryoma with a wide grin and said, "Hey hey Ryoma. How do I look?"
"..."
"Ryoma... RYOMA!" The dozing boy looked up at his senior, lifting one bored eyebrow.
"How do I look?" Momoshiro puffed out his chest, hands at his waist.
"... You look fine..."
Momoshiro pouted and sat down beside his younger boyfriend. Ryoma seemed really bored. "Why don't you go try on something too, Ryoma?"
"Nah." Ryoma mumbled and lay his head against Momoshiro's right shoulder lazily. "Just do your own shopping..."
Ruffling his hand through black, soft locks, Momoshiro pondered of a way to wake Ryoma up. The humid afternoon was making Ryoma drowsy and Momoshiro too wished they were at home now. But he had no choice. He had to get something presentable to wear for a cousin's wedding and he could not seem to find something nice, AND within his limited budget. And now, Ryoma was getting really bored...
Suddenly, a wicked thought surfaced in Momoshiro's mind. Checking around to make sure that the salesgirls were busy entertaining other customers, Momoshiro grabbed Ryoma's arm and quickly pulled the shorter boy towards the farthest dressing room.
"What... Momo-senpai!" Ryoma exclaimed as he stumbled after his boyfriend.
"Shhh..." Momoshiro whispered as he pushed Ryoma into the room and locked the door, a playful grin on his face. He released his hold on his junior and swiftly took off the shirt he had on. Then he proceeded to strip Ryoma of his T-shirt.
"Momo-senpai!" Ryoma gasped but struggled to no avail as his shirt was easily taken off by the stronger man. Judging from that gleam in the purple orbs, Ryoma easily guessed what Momoshiro planned to do. But this was a public place! They could not... "Takeshi!"
"Hush Ryoma... I'm not doing anything funny." Momoshiro smiled and carefully put Ryoma's hands through the long sleeves of the shirt he had on earlier. Arranging the front of the shirt neatly, Momoshiro turned Ryoma towards the mirror and said, "There. Don't you look good in that?"
Ryoma frowned and flapped the sleeves in the air. "Are you blind, Momo-senpai? This shirt is humongous!" Indeed, the shirt was too big for the small boy. The sleeves were hanging off of Ryoma's small hands and the edge of the shirt was a few inches below his waist. In fact, it nearly covered his entire shorts, making it seemed as if Ryoma was not wearing anything beneath the shirt.
Looking at Ryoma fumbling with the sleeves, Momoshiro felt a wave of *"otaku-ness" crashing over him. His boyfriend looked so adorable! Momoshiro suddenly hugged Ryoma from behind and gave a contented sigh.
"Maaa... Ryoma, you look so cute."
Ryoma snorted and pinched Momoshiro on his arm. "You know I don't like you calling me cute."
"But I'm only telling the truth! See!" Momoshiro tilted Ryoma's head so that both of them were facing the long mirror on the wall. Then, starting from Ryoma's face, Momoshiro traced his hand slowly down the small but lean body. "See, your face is cute, your neck is cute, your chest is cute, your belly is cute and..." Stopping at Ryoma's crotch, Momoshiro whispered, "It is cute here too."
Ryoma rolled his eyes but could not hide his blush. "Momo-senpai, you're so cheesy." Looking straight at the mirror, Ryoma could see his senior's eyes staring intensely at his reflection. The large hand has moved back up towards Ryoma's chest and was now moving under the shirt, a wicked aim in mind.
"Momo-senpai..."
"Hmmm..." Momoshiro hummed and found what he was looking for. Ryoma immediately gasped as Momoshiro's fingers squeezed his left nipple and played enthusiastically with it.
"No..." Ryoma protested in a moan but was physically too weak to push his senpai away. Or maybe, the fact was he did not want to push Momoshiro away... Through his half-opened eyes, Ryoma could see a satisfied smile on Momoshiro's face. He could see the hand moving slowly under the white shirt, tweaking and rubbing the poor nub. And now he could see the other hand creeping down his abdomen and into his shorts. Oh no... "Momo-senpai!"
Ryoma moaned in pleasure as the warm hand grabbed hold of his growing erection and gave it a light tug, exposing it to the air. Red dust coated the young boy's face as he saw from his reflection that he was already half-hard from the manipulation. The situation he was in seemed to have made him even more sensitive. There was just something highly arousing about doing this in a public area. But ever the sensible person, Ryoma knew he had to stop Momoshiro. Oh, he did not want to stop but what if somebody got suspicious and knocked on the door?
"Ahh... Momo..." Ryoma tried to speak coherently despite his brain going haywired from Momoshiro's hand. "We... We can't do this here..." Ryoma pressed his hand onto Momoshiro's, stopping his actions.
Momoshiro pouted, but sighed and nodded his head. "Yah, I know. It's a nice hope though." Then, looking down at Ryoma's erection, Momoshiro trailed his finger down the length. "But we still have to take care of this."
Ryoma shivered at the touch but managed to mumble, "We... I can wait..."
Momoshiro shook his head and suddenly knelt down, saying, "But I can't let you wait." Then, he took the whole of Ryoma's cock into his mouth.
Surprised, Ryoma reflexively covered his mouth with both hands, muffling his moans. But gods, it just felt so good. Ryoma swallowed as he watched his erection moving in and out of Momoshiro's mouth, slicked with saliva. It was such an erotic sight. Ryoma panted heavily as Momoshiro licked his length playfully from base to tip, placing extra focus at the small slit.
"Ahh... Senpai..." Ryoma groaned in bliss, as he felt Momoshiro's hand fondled his tight sacs. Momoshiro simply gave a hum of appreciation in return. Ryoma could not stand it any longer. His knees were growing weak and his eyes were losing focus. There wasn't anything for him to grab to stabilize himself so he just tugged tightly onto Momoshiro's spiked hair, as Momoshiro sucked harder and faster. When Momoshiro gave a hard squeeze on his sacs, Ryoma finally could not hold it in any longer and came into Momoshiro's mouth with a loud gasp.
When Ryoma finally emptied himself and Momoshiro let go of him, he collapsed onto Momoshiro's lap, breathless. Momoshiro tilted Ryoma's head and pressed his lips against the other's, kissing the younger boy tenderly. Ryoma lazily returned the kiss, tasting the bitterness of his cum.
"Momo-senpai..."
Momoshiro smiled and quickly dressed Ryoma and himself in their normal clothes. Then he looked into the slightly misted mirror and attempted to tidy up his messy hair. Pulling up Ryoma as he stood up, Momoshiro also combed his fingers through the black locks with green tones, smiling satisfied when Ryoma looked somewhat presentable.
Picking up the crumpled, white shirt, Momoshiro led the dazed Ryoma out of the small room and grinned, "Now, the rest we settle at home."
Ryoma blushed and just followed behind the taller man. When he realized Momoshiro had stopped in front of the checkout counter, his golden orbs widened and he whispered, "Momo-senpai, the shirt..."
"I'm buying it, of course. It brings back good memories." Momoshiro grinned cheekily and happily paid the salesgirl, completely ignoring the strange look she was giving the two boys.
The red shade on Ryoma's face deepened as he tried to avoid the stare of the salesgirl. Momoshiro's words were not too successful at hiding what they did just now. But oh well. At least he was no longer bored anymore.
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*Otaku: Often refers to overly-obsessed fans such as those who spend millions on plastic, half-naked figurines. XD Connected to the term "moe", which is the affection and tenderness you feel for the characters. And yes, I have made it into a adjective.
A/N: Oh gods, rather badly written huh. A PWP... And OOC-ness. Seems to have lost my touch. -sighz- I could have stopped a few paragraphs earlier but I really wanted the salesgirl to stare so... XD
And I was into my second paragraph when I realized that "changing room" does not equal "dressing room" which is the theme for the challenge. But oh well. Please forgive me. ^^; This idea popped into my mind when I checked out the list of themes, and I can't seem to delete it from my hentai mind! So pardon the small mistake and please review~~ Reviews are a great support to me.
February 2006
x-posted: 30places, ahun_pair
Rating: R (near NC-17, oral sex)
Fandom/Pairing: Prince of Tennis/Momoryo
Disclaimer: Question: Since when have they become mine? (Answer: Since I started taking over the world.)
Summary: Ryoma got bored while Momoshiro shopped for clothes. So Momoshiro found a way to wake him up. With the help of a white shirt. (You are warned!)
---
Echizen Ryoma frowned as he was dragged into yet another store by his persistent senpai. That was probably the fifth store they had gone into in the past hour. Ryoma was not too sure, he had lost count a long time ago. Frustrated, Ryoma sat down on a rectangular couch as Momoshiro looked through the racks of shirts. Why did Momo-senpai want to go shopping for clothes? He had so many clothes already. For gods sake, his senpai had more clothes than him and you never see Ryoma complaining. The two of them could have spend the time playing tennis and not waste the sunny weather.
Ryoma kicked his feet in the air as Momoshiro grabbed a bundle of clothes and went into the changing room. 'Baka Momo-senpai,' the young boy thought as he yawned sleepily. He had a strong urge to just lie down on the couch, but the salesgirl was already staring at him.
After a couple of minutes, Momoshiro walked out of the room wearing a crisp, white shirt with long sleeves. He stood proudly in front of Ryoma with a wide grin and said, "Hey hey Ryoma. How do I look?"
"..."
"Ryoma... RYOMA!" The dozing boy looked up at his senior, lifting one bored eyebrow.
"How do I look?" Momoshiro puffed out his chest, hands at his waist.
"... You look fine..."
Momoshiro pouted and sat down beside his younger boyfriend. Ryoma seemed really bored. "Why don't you go try on something too, Ryoma?"
"Nah." Ryoma mumbled and lay his head against Momoshiro's right shoulder lazily. "Just do your own shopping..."
Ruffling his hand through black, soft locks, Momoshiro pondered of a way to wake Ryoma up. The humid afternoon was making Ryoma drowsy and Momoshiro too wished they were at home now. But he had no choice. He had to get something presentable to wear for a cousin's wedding and he could not seem to find something nice, AND within his limited budget. And now, Ryoma was getting really bored...
Suddenly, a wicked thought surfaced in Momoshiro's mind. Checking around to make sure that the salesgirls were busy entertaining other customers, Momoshiro grabbed Ryoma's arm and quickly pulled the shorter boy towards the farthest dressing room.
"What... Momo-senpai!" Ryoma exclaimed as he stumbled after his boyfriend.
"Shhh..." Momoshiro whispered as he pushed Ryoma into the room and locked the door, a playful grin on his face. He released his hold on his junior and swiftly took off the shirt he had on. Then he proceeded to strip Ryoma of his T-shirt.
"Momo-senpai!" Ryoma gasped but struggled to no avail as his shirt was easily taken off by the stronger man. Judging from that gleam in the purple orbs, Ryoma easily guessed what Momoshiro planned to do. But this was a public place! They could not... "Takeshi!"
"Hush Ryoma... I'm not doing anything funny." Momoshiro smiled and carefully put Ryoma's hands through the long sleeves of the shirt he had on earlier. Arranging the front of the shirt neatly, Momoshiro turned Ryoma towards the mirror and said, "There. Don't you look good in that?"
Ryoma frowned and flapped the sleeves in the air. "Are you blind, Momo-senpai? This shirt is humongous!" Indeed, the shirt was too big for the small boy. The sleeves were hanging off of Ryoma's small hands and the edge of the shirt was a few inches below his waist. In fact, it nearly covered his entire shorts, making it seemed as if Ryoma was not wearing anything beneath the shirt.
Looking at Ryoma fumbling with the sleeves, Momoshiro felt a wave of *"otaku-ness" crashing over him. His boyfriend looked so adorable! Momoshiro suddenly hugged Ryoma from behind and gave a contented sigh.
"Maaa... Ryoma, you look so cute."
Ryoma snorted and pinched Momoshiro on his arm. "You know I don't like you calling me cute."
"But I'm only telling the truth! See!" Momoshiro tilted Ryoma's head so that both of them were facing the long mirror on the wall. Then, starting from Ryoma's face, Momoshiro traced his hand slowly down the small but lean body. "See, your face is cute, your neck is cute, your chest is cute, your belly is cute and..." Stopping at Ryoma's crotch, Momoshiro whispered, "It is cute here too."
Ryoma rolled his eyes but could not hide his blush. "Momo-senpai, you're so cheesy." Looking straight at the mirror, Ryoma could see his senior's eyes staring intensely at his reflection. The large hand has moved back up towards Ryoma's chest and was now moving under the shirt, a wicked aim in mind.
"Momo-senpai..."
"Hmmm..." Momoshiro hummed and found what he was looking for. Ryoma immediately gasped as Momoshiro's fingers squeezed his left nipple and played enthusiastically with it.
"No..." Ryoma protested in a moan but was physically too weak to push his senpai away. Or maybe, the fact was he did not want to push Momoshiro away... Through his half-opened eyes, Ryoma could see a satisfied smile on Momoshiro's face. He could see the hand moving slowly under the white shirt, tweaking and rubbing the poor nub. And now he could see the other hand creeping down his abdomen and into his shorts. Oh no... "Momo-senpai!"
Ryoma moaned in pleasure as the warm hand grabbed hold of his growing erection and gave it a light tug, exposing it to the air. Red dust coated the young boy's face as he saw from his reflection that he was already half-hard from the manipulation. The situation he was in seemed to have made him even more sensitive. There was just something highly arousing about doing this in a public area. But ever the sensible person, Ryoma knew he had to stop Momoshiro. Oh, he did not want to stop but what if somebody got suspicious and knocked on the door?
"Ahh... Momo..." Ryoma tried to speak coherently despite his brain going haywired from Momoshiro's hand. "We... We can't do this here..." Ryoma pressed his hand onto Momoshiro's, stopping his actions.
Momoshiro pouted, but sighed and nodded his head. "Yah, I know. It's a nice hope though." Then, looking down at Ryoma's erection, Momoshiro trailed his finger down the length. "But we still have to take care of this."
Ryoma shivered at the touch but managed to mumble, "We... I can wait..."
Momoshiro shook his head and suddenly knelt down, saying, "But I can't let you wait." Then, he took the whole of Ryoma's cock into his mouth.
Surprised, Ryoma reflexively covered his mouth with both hands, muffling his moans. But gods, it just felt so good. Ryoma swallowed as he watched his erection moving in and out of Momoshiro's mouth, slicked with saliva. It was such an erotic sight. Ryoma panted heavily as Momoshiro licked his length playfully from base to tip, placing extra focus at the small slit.
"Ahh... Senpai..." Ryoma groaned in bliss, as he felt Momoshiro's hand fondled his tight sacs. Momoshiro simply gave a hum of appreciation in return. Ryoma could not stand it any longer. His knees were growing weak and his eyes were losing focus. There wasn't anything for him to grab to stabilize himself so he just tugged tightly onto Momoshiro's spiked hair, as Momoshiro sucked harder and faster. When Momoshiro gave a hard squeeze on his sacs, Ryoma finally could not hold it in any longer and came into Momoshiro's mouth with a loud gasp.
When Ryoma finally emptied himself and Momoshiro let go of him, he collapsed onto Momoshiro's lap, breathless. Momoshiro tilted Ryoma's head and pressed his lips against the other's, kissing the younger boy tenderly. Ryoma lazily returned the kiss, tasting the bitterness of his cum.
"Momo-senpai..."
Momoshiro smiled and quickly dressed Ryoma and himself in their normal clothes. Then he looked into the slightly misted mirror and attempted to tidy up his messy hair. Pulling up Ryoma as he stood up, Momoshiro also combed his fingers through the black locks with green tones, smiling satisfied when Ryoma looked somewhat presentable.
Picking up the crumpled, white shirt, Momoshiro led the dazed Ryoma out of the small room and grinned, "Now, the rest we settle at home."
Ryoma blushed and just followed behind the taller man. When he realized Momoshiro had stopped in front of the checkout counter, his golden orbs widened and he whispered, "Momo-senpai, the shirt..."
"I'm buying it, of course. It brings back good memories." Momoshiro grinned cheekily and happily paid the salesgirl, completely ignoring the strange look she was giving the two boys.
The red shade on Ryoma's face deepened as he tried to avoid the stare of the salesgirl. Momoshiro's words were not too successful at hiding what they did just now. But oh well. At least he was no longer bored anymore.
---
*Otaku: Often refers to overly-obsessed fans such as those who spend millions on plastic, half-naked figurines. XD Connected to the term "moe", which is the affection and tenderness you feel for the characters. And yes, I have made it into a adjective.
A/N: Oh gods, rather badly written huh. A PWP... And OOC-ness. Seems to have lost my touch. -sighz- I could have stopped a few paragraphs earlier but I really wanted the salesgirl to stare so... XD
And I was into my second paragraph when I realized that "changing room" does not equal "dressing room" which is the theme for the challenge. But oh well. Please forgive me. ^^; This idea popped into my mind when I checked out the list of themes, and I can't seem to delete it from my hentai mind! So pardon the small mistake and please review~~ Reviews are a great support to me.
February 2006
x-posted: 30places, ahun_pair