Red and White
A/N: Oh. My. Gods. This is like a few months late. I am so sorry to all those waiting patiently for it... I don't know why, but I just can't seem to find time to sit down properly and write this sequel. Grrr... *bites real life* I am so looking forward to my holidays and that is the time I can start spamming. Enjoy this and don't forget to review.
Rating: NC-17 (Crossdressing, smut and the usual stuff. No, wait, this is way dirtier than my normal lemon. So don't say I didn't warn ya. *winkz*)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Konomi Takeshi. Do you think tennis clothes will be the only thing Ryoma wears if I am in charge?
Summary: It's Christmas and it's about luck coated in red and white... [MomoRyo] [Sequel to Keeping in Touch]
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Man, how he wished he was in bed with Ryoma now, Momoshiro thought grumpily as he trudged through the snow-covered pavement in the harsh snowstorm. It was his own fault actually, for agreeing to work on Christmas night. The holiday pay was just too much for him to resist, although he seriously regretted it now. He could be at home, cuddling in a warm and comfy bed with Ryoma, drinking hot chocolate and then doing naughty things to the younger one. Instead, here he was, stuck in the freaking storm of a lifetime. Momoshiro continued to curse his luck as he finally reached his apartment.
Opening the door, Momoshiro realized it was completely dark. 'Hmm... Ryoma's already asleep?'
Momoshiro sighed. So much for hoping they could repeat what they did the night before. However, just as Momoshiro was about to switch on the lights, he felt somebody hugged him from behind and pulling his hand down.
"Ryoma?"
"Shh..." The person whispered and pushed him to the centre of the living room where the sofa is. Then, he pushed Momoshiro down onto the single-seater couch and moved away.
"Ryoma?" Momoshiro questioned again, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. All of a sudden, the lights came on. Immediately, Momoshiro turned and saw something that left him gaping and speechless. Something that he could only imagine in his dreams. Something that would never have happened in a million years. And well, a million years seemed to have passed for there he was, Echizen Ryoma, the love of his life, in a red and white Santa dress. Complete with a fur hat. And white stockings.
Momoshiro just sat there, mouth opening and closing for a couple of times, but not successful in saying anything. Meanwhile, a million thoughts were flashing through his brain as Ryoma sauntered towards him. Was he dreaming? Was he in a dream? Did he fall asleep while walking? Was that the real Ryoma in front of him? Was that the real Ryoma in front of him in a freaking red and white Santa dress? Was that the real Ryoma smiling oh so seductively at him? Was that... And all his questions just completely disappeared when Ryoma stood there directly in front of him.
Swallowing his nervousness, Momoshiro was about to stand up, but was pushed back down by the smaller man. "Don't move, Mo. Mo. Sen. Pai." Ryoma smirked and breathed alluringly into Momoshiro's ear as he straddled across Momoshiro's lap. Momoshiro gasped. Ryoma has not called him that familiar term in ages and somehow, that bit of superiority it gave to him turned him on so much. Although Ryoma was the one very much in control now, judging as how Momoshiro still could not locate his normal eloquence.
Ryoma sat comfortably on his boyfriend's lap and slowly removed Momoshiro's sling bag, throwing it onto the nearby sofa. Then, he peeled Momoshiro's gloves off his hands, smiling slightly at the ring which he gave to his senior the night before. He leaned in close to the stunned face and whispered, "So you really did listen to me."
"..." Momoshiro could only nod his head in response as he stared into the mesmerizing, golden eyes. His mouth was dry and his face hot with Ryoma breathing into his face.
Ryoma smirked. He loved it when he was able to shut the loudmouth up.
Ryoma brushed his hand across Momoshiro's cheek and then pressed his lips against the other's. He sensually moved them, warming up the cold petals that were tortured by the snow.
"Unnn..." Momoshiro moaned. Gods, just from the contact of their lips, Momoshiro could felt the heat from Ryoma's body warming up his. He wrapped one arm around the small of Ryoma's back, while the other pressed Ryoma's head even closer.
Ryoma responded enthusiastically, locking his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Taking advantage of a moment when Momoshiro moaned, Ryoma quickly slipped his tongue into the hot cavern, battling with the other. He could feel a tightness in his groin, and it was becoming unbearable, especially in this outfit. However, he knew it was also the same for Momoshiro, judging from that bulge prodding against his ass. Which was why Ryoma decided to play with Momoshiro a bit more and prolong his frustration.
The tennis prodigy broke away from the kiss, lips swollen and red. His cheeks were colored pink from the intensity and his golden eyes were filled with apparent lust. That was the same emotion going through Momoshiro's purple eyes, and his single thought now was to push Ryoma down and fuck him senseless. Momoshiro tried to continue the kiss, but Ryoma pushed him back.
"Mada mada dane, Momo-senpai."
"Ryoma..."
The mentioned man trailed his fingers down Momoshiro's neck, his feathered touches causing Momoshiro to tremble in anticipation. The same fingers moved across the broad chest and finally lingered around the abdomen area. Smiling, Ryoma snuck his hand under the thick clothes and rubbed gently against the muscled skin. His head moved downwards and Ryoma started nibbling at a sensitive spot below Momoshiro's jaw. It felt so good to be in control.
Momoshiro gulped as the sweet scent of Ryoma's freshly-shampooed hair invaded his nose. And the talented mouth... It has moved downwards to slowly kiss Momoshiro's shoulder blade.
Momoshiro could only see the edge of Ryoma's dress in front of him, the white fur contrasting against the red cloth. The perky ass was high in the air, inviting Momoshiro's attention. Gods. Momoshiro could just imagine what was beneath the dress. He moved his right hand underneath the skirt and immediately got a pleasant surprise. He felt not the cloth of boxers, nor the elastic of briefs, but lace. He was sure it was lace. Soft and smooth lace.
Purple eyes widened and the hand ventured further, tracing along the floral designs on the lace covering the rounded cheek. Oh gods, Momoshiro thought, this was better than his imagination. Ryoma was actually wearing lace panties. Ryoma sure was thorough in his crossdressing, thought the tall man, as an image of Ryoma lying naked on the bed in nothing but the lingerie flashed across his mind. Momoshiro groaned in lust and pressed his head against Ryoma's shoulder, breathing heavily.
But he did not stop at there. Momoshiro's exploring hand moved beneath the cloth and somehow found a way to the front. The nimble fingers crept up and suddenly grabbed hold of the heated erection.
"Ahh..." Ryoma gasped in desire, breaking away from Momoshiro's shoulder. He arched his back as he tried reflexively to get more of Momoshiro's touch. His mind was clouded with want and hunger as Momoshiro stroked his trapped erection expertly. Realizing that there was no point in torturing himself for the aim of playing with his boyfriend, Ryoma forcefully pulled Momoshiro's arm out of his skirt and stood up shakily.
"Bedroom. NOW." Ryoma managed to growl out and turned to move into the bedroom.
Surprised at the sudden loss of weight on his legs, Momoshiro blinked a couple of times before standing up as well. He walked quickly behind his boyfriend and with a heave, lifted Ryoma's light body up and carried him into the room.
"Takeshi! Put me down!" Ryoma protested in surprise, but Momoshiro only threw him down onto the soft bed when they got to their room. Momoshiro then immediately stripped himself of all clothes, a Ryoma in a dress his best motivation. Meanwhile, Ryoma also took off his red Santa hat and brown belt, throwing them carelessly to the floor.
Done with his clothes, Momoshiro pounced onto the bed and drooled at the sight in front of him. He still could not believe his eyes. And his luck of course. For Ryoma to actually take the initiative to crossdress and act like a seductive little vixen, Momoshiro guessed he must have used up all of his luck. But he was more than willing to suffer from bad luck in the coming years. For the delectable sight of Echizen Ryoma was enough to give him happy wet dreams for days to come.
Not wanting to waste any more precious time, Momoshiro lunged onto a waiting Ryoma, pushing the smaller man down onto the bed and crushing together their lips. Ryoma also happily responded, clutching at Momoshiro's hair with both his hands. In the meantime, Momoshiro's legs were already between Ryoma's thighs, impatiently spreading them apart.
Breaking away from the passionate kiss, Momoshiro turned his attention downwards. With a wave of his hands, he flipped the skirt of Ryoma's dress over to his chest and he was greeted with one of the most erotic sights.
There it was, Ryoma's prized possession, struggling against the black lacy cloth. The thin cloth did nothing to hide the state of the erection. It was hard and dripping from precum already, as evidenced by the wet spot on the underwear.
Momoshiro licked his lips lecherously and said, "Eager, aren't we?"
Ryoma smirked and closed his legs. "You can either hurry up or I can just settle this myself. It's no big problem for me."
Momoshiro hurriedly spread the legs open again and apologized, "Okay, okay. My bad. It's my honour to be able to do this for you, my... queen." And before Ryoma even got the chance to hit him on the head, Momoshiro lowered his head and licked that patch of skin between the edge of the panties and the white stocking. That caused Ryoma to stop in his actions and gasped in pleasant surprise.
Momoshiro continued to lick the soft and smooth skin happily, enjoying the small moans of bliss Ryoma was emitting. He lifted Ryoma's right thigh up slightly and gave a tiny bite on the soft flesh, causing Ryoma to suck in a breath of air.
"Takeshi..."
"Hmm..." Momoshiro hummed and licked a path downwards. Stopping at the edge of the stocking, he bit on the thin material and tugged it off Ryoma's leg slowly. Finishing with one, he continued with the other side, revealing the well-toned yet slender legs.
Tossing the stockings away, Momoshiro's attention returned to the clothed erection. At a speed that could only be described as painfully slow to Ryoma, he pulled the panties off of his younger counterpart and flung it away. Finally having his hard arousal free from obstruction, Ryoma moaned in relief. But Momoshiro was not going to let Ryoma go so easily. He wrapped his right hand around the exposed member and slowly pumped it from base to tip. Ryoma could only mewl in response, clutching the blankets tightly. His eyes were shut as the pleasure of his cock went directly to his mind and other parts of his body.
Momoshiro leaned forward and crushed his lips onto Ryoma's, silencing the younger man. He lifted Ryoma's hips a little with his free hand and pressed both their burning erections together. The sudden contact caused Ryoma to cry out in exultation and his hands immediately went to Momoshiro's back, clawing on the sweaty skin there.
Momoshiro was also moaning loudly as his hand descended below Ryoma's burning *orchises until it reached the moist hole. Ryoma's precum had already made his entrance incredibly wet and relaxed, so Momoshiro was able to insert his finger in easily. Ryoma's eyes shot open at the sudden invasion and he widened his legs even farther in reflex, allowing Momoshiro to press his finger in even more. After a while, Momoshiro inserted another finger, stretching the hole for what was coming next. Ryoma just whimpered impatiently, sucking on his own knuckles. After adding a third finger, Momoshiro decided they could not bear the wait any longer.
Hurriedly taking out his fingers with a 'pop', Momoshiro stretched himself beyond the bed and dug in a drawer for the lube. Finding the small tube, he fumbled with the cap and squeezed out a handful of the gel. He coated his cock generously with it and threw the tube away. Momoshiro then positioned himself at the hole and with a grunt, he pushed his entire erection into the leaking cavern.
"AHHHH!" Ryoma screamed in ecstasy and gripped onto Momoshiro's broad shoulders with all his might. Sweat glistened both their bodies, as Momoshiro continued thrusting himself into Ryoma. It was like their souls were also merged into one, the way their bodies were so connected to each other. A hard push got Momoshiro hitting Ryoma's g-spot and Ryoma just screamed even louder for Momoshiro to go harder. Tears were coming out of Ryoma's golden eyes as the raw pleasure vibrated from his most sensitive spot to his entire body. His mind was a blank with his sole attention on Momoshiro's shaft inside of him. Ryoma felt his own cock going unbearably tight and hot, and his own breaths coming out in shorter gasps. Suddenly, Ryoma saw white stars in front of him. His body shook fervidly and cum spurted out of him, gushing onto his red Santa skirt.
Momoshiro felt Ryoma cumming and drove himself harder into Ryoma. He wrapped his large hand around Ryoma's erection and pumped it vigorously, causing more liquid to flow out onto the skirt. And hearing Ryoma crying out even louder from the touch, Momoshiro finally reached his climax with an ardent scream, emptying his hot seed entirely inside the one he loved. Momoshiro leaned down and gently kissed Ryoma's tears away, before kissing him passionately as the two of them slowly calmed down from their peak.
Eventually, Momoshiro pulled himself out, causing some of the semen to seep out of Ryoma's swollen opening. Momoshiro carefully stripped his boyfriend out of the soiled dress and then wrapped his arms around the exhausted man. Boy, that was one of the most intense sex they had in a while. Apparently, Ryoma also thought the same way because the tennis prodigy was still breathing heavily in his recovery.
Momoshiro brushed Ryoma's damp hair away and adoringly planted kisses on the slender neck, causing Ryoma to hum quietly in appreciation. Momoshiro loved this man. He really did. And he knew Ryoma loved him back as much. Otherwise, Ryoma would not be doing this for him. The previously embarrassed man would not be putting his pride on the line and dressed like a girl if Momoshiro was not important to him. Even now, Momoshiro still found it hard to believe. It must be more than just his damn luck...
"Hey Ryoma..."
"..."
"I thought you were still objecting to the dress yesterday?"
"...You gave me two presents, I had to do the same..." The fatigued boy mumbled drowsily while turning his body to face Momoshiro. Snuggling into the broad and warm chest, he quietly dozed off.
A sweatdrop literally found its way down Momoshiro's cheek. Logical reason... But Momoshiro was NOT the one to have his birthday on Christmas Eve... Oh well. Momoshiro grinned. Since he got the better part of the deal, he was not about to complain.
Kissing the oblivious Ryoma on his forehead, Momoshiro joined his love in sleep, dreams blissfully filled with Ryoma and a red and white dress...
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A/N: *blush* Now THAT is SMUT. I hope you guys aren't shocked that innocent lil me is writing such pron. *flutters eyelashes* Anyway, please tell me how you feel about this, especially whether I should just stop at my normal fluff. (Though I highly doubt you can stop my brain from thinking naughty.) Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope to come back with another contribution soon. *thinks about writing Momoryo angst or L/Raito smut*
*I found this in my thesaurus while trying to find a nicer word for... balls. (But I am actually not sure of the plural.)
April 2006
Rating: NC-17 (Crossdressing, smut and the usual stuff. No, wait, this is way dirtier than my normal lemon. So don't say I didn't warn ya. *winkz*)
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Konomi Takeshi. Do you think tennis clothes will be the only thing Ryoma wears if I am in charge?
Summary: It's Christmas and it's about luck coated in red and white... [MomoRyo] [Sequel to Keeping in Touch]
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Man, how he wished he was in bed with Ryoma now, Momoshiro thought grumpily as he trudged through the snow-covered pavement in the harsh snowstorm. It was his own fault actually, for agreeing to work on Christmas night. The holiday pay was just too much for him to resist, although he seriously regretted it now. He could be at home, cuddling in a warm and comfy bed with Ryoma, drinking hot chocolate and then doing naughty things to the younger one. Instead, here he was, stuck in the freaking storm of a lifetime. Momoshiro continued to curse his luck as he finally reached his apartment.
Opening the door, Momoshiro realized it was completely dark. 'Hmm... Ryoma's already asleep?'
Momoshiro sighed. So much for hoping they could repeat what they did the night before. However, just as Momoshiro was about to switch on the lights, he felt somebody hugged him from behind and pulling his hand down.
"Ryoma?"
"Shh..." The person whispered and pushed him to the centre of the living room where the sofa is. Then, he pushed Momoshiro down onto the single-seater couch and moved away.
"Ryoma?" Momoshiro questioned again, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. All of a sudden, the lights came on. Immediately, Momoshiro turned and saw something that left him gaping and speechless. Something that he could only imagine in his dreams. Something that would never have happened in a million years. And well, a million years seemed to have passed for there he was, Echizen Ryoma, the love of his life, in a red and white Santa dress. Complete with a fur hat. And white stockings.
Momoshiro just sat there, mouth opening and closing for a couple of times, but not successful in saying anything. Meanwhile, a million thoughts were flashing through his brain as Ryoma sauntered towards him. Was he dreaming? Was he in a dream? Did he fall asleep while walking? Was that the real Ryoma in front of him? Was that the real Ryoma in front of him in a freaking red and white Santa dress? Was that the real Ryoma smiling oh so seductively at him? Was that... And all his questions just completely disappeared when Ryoma stood there directly in front of him.
Swallowing his nervousness, Momoshiro was about to stand up, but was pushed back down by the smaller man. "Don't move, Mo. Mo. Sen. Pai." Ryoma smirked and breathed alluringly into Momoshiro's ear as he straddled across Momoshiro's lap. Momoshiro gasped. Ryoma has not called him that familiar term in ages and somehow, that bit of superiority it gave to him turned him on so much. Although Ryoma was the one very much in control now, judging as how Momoshiro still could not locate his normal eloquence.
Ryoma sat comfortably on his boyfriend's lap and slowly removed Momoshiro's sling bag, throwing it onto the nearby sofa. Then, he peeled Momoshiro's gloves off his hands, smiling slightly at the ring which he gave to his senior the night before. He leaned in close to the stunned face and whispered, "So you really did listen to me."
"..." Momoshiro could only nod his head in response as he stared into the mesmerizing, golden eyes. His mouth was dry and his face hot with Ryoma breathing into his face.
Ryoma smirked. He loved it when he was able to shut the loudmouth up.
Ryoma brushed his hand across Momoshiro's cheek and then pressed his lips against the other's. He sensually moved them, warming up the cold petals that were tortured by the snow.
"Unnn..." Momoshiro moaned. Gods, just from the contact of their lips, Momoshiro could felt the heat from Ryoma's body warming up his. He wrapped one arm around the small of Ryoma's back, while the other pressed Ryoma's head even closer.
Ryoma responded enthusiastically, locking his arms around his boyfriend's neck. Taking advantage of a moment when Momoshiro moaned, Ryoma quickly slipped his tongue into the hot cavern, battling with the other. He could feel a tightness in his groin, and it was becoming unbearable, especially in this outfit. However, he knew it was also the same for Momoshiro, judging from that bulge prodding against his ass. Which was why Ryoma decided to play with Momoshiro a bit more and prolong his frustration.
The tennis prodigy broke away from the kiss, lips swollen and red. His cheeks were colored pink from the intensity and his golden eyes were filled with apparent lust. That was the same emotion going through Momoshiro's purple eyes, and his single thought now was to push Ryoma down and fuck him senseless. Momoshiro tried to continue the kiss, but Ryoma pushed him back.
"Mada mada dane, Momo-senpai."
"Ryoma..."
The mentioned man trailed his fingers down Momoshiro's neck, his feathered touches causing Momoshiro to tremble in anticipation. The same fingers moved across the broad chest and finally lingered around the abdomen area. Smiling, Ryoma snuck his hand under the thick clothes and rubbed gently against the muscled skin. His head moved downwards and Ryoma started nibbling at a sensitive spot below Momoshiro's jaw. It felt so good to be in control.
Momoshiro gulped as the sweet scent of Ryoma's freshly-shampooed hair invaded his nose. And the talented mouth... It has moved downwards to slowly kiss Momoshiro's shoulder blade.
Momoshiro could only see the edge of Ryoma's dress in front of him, the white fur contrasting against the red cloth. The perky ass was high in the air, inviting Momoshiro's attention. Gods. Momoshiro could just imagine what was beneath the dress. He moved his right hand underneath the skirt and immediately got a pleasant surprise. He felt not the cloth of boxers, nor the elastic of briefs, but lace. He was sure it was lace. Soft and smooth lace.
Purple eyes widened and the hand ventured further, tracing along the floral designs on the lace covering the rounded cheek. Oh gods, Momoshiro thought, this was better than his imagination. Ryoma was actually wearing lace panties. Ryoma sure was thorough in his crossdressing, thought the tall man, as an image of Ryoma lying naked on the bed in nothing but the lingerie flashed across his mind. Momoshiro groaned in lust and pressed his head against Ryoma's shoulder, breathing heavily.
But he did not stop at there. Momoshiro's exploring hand moved beneath the cloth and somehow found a way to the front. The nimble fingers crept up and suddenly grabbed hold of the heated erection.
"Ahh..." Ryoma gasped in desire, breaking away from Momoshiro's shoulder. He arched his back as he tried reflexively to get more of Momoshiro's touch. His mind was clouded with want and hunger as Momoshiro stroked his trapped erection expertly. Realizing that there was no point in torturing himself for the aim of playing with his boyfriend, Ryoma forcefully pulled Momoshiro's arm out of his skirt and stood up shakily.
"Bedroom. NOW." Ryoma managed to growl out and turned to move into the bedroom.
Surprised at the sudden loss of weight on his legs, Momoshiro blinked a couple of times before standing up as well. He walked quickly behind his boyfriend and with a heave, lifted Ryoma's light body up and carried him into the room.
"Takeshi! Put me down!" Ryoma protested in surprise, but Momoshiro only threw him down onto the soft bed when they got to their room. Momoshiro then immediately stripped himself of all clothes, a Ryoma in a dress his best motivation. Meanwhile, Ryoma also took off his red Santa hat and brown belt, throwing them carelessly to the floor.
Done with his clothes, Momoshiro pounced onto the bed and drooled at the sight in front of him. He still could not believe his eyes. And his luck of course. For Ryoma to actually take the initiative to crossdress and act like a seductive little vixen, Momoshiro guessed he must have used up all of his luck. But he was more than willing to suffer from bad luck in the coming years. For the delectable sight of Echizen Ryoma was enough to give him happy wet dreams for days to come.
Not wanting to waste any more precious time, Momoshiro lunged onto a waiting Ryoma, pushing the smaller man down onto the bed and crushing together their lips. Ryoma also happily responded, clutching at Momoshiro's hair with both his hands. In the meantime, Momoshiro's legs were already between Ryoma's thighs, impatiently spreading them apart.
Breaking away from the passionate kiss, Momoshiro turned his attention downwards. With a wave of his hands, he flipped the skirt of Ryoma's dress over to his chest and he was greeted with one of the most erotic sights.
There it was, Ryoma's prized possession, struggling against the black lacy cloth. The thin cloth did nothing to hide the state of the erection. It was hard and dripping from precum already, as evidenced by the wet spot on the underwear.
Momoshiro licked his lips lecherously and said, "Eager, aren't we?"
Ryoma smirked and closed his legs. "You can either hurry up or I can just settle this myself. It's no big problem for me."
Momoshiro hurriedly spread the legs open again and apologized, "Okay, okay. My bad. It's my honour to be able to do this for you, my... queen." And before Ryoma even got the chance to hit him on the head, Momoshiro lowered his head and licked that patch of skin between the edge of the panties and the white stocking. That caused Ryoma to stop in his actions and gasped in pleasant surprise.
Momoshiro continued to lick the soft and smooth skin happily, enjoying the small moans of bliss Ryoma was emitting. He lifted Ryoma's right thigh up slightly and gave a tiny bite on the soft flesh, causing Ryoma to suck in a breath of air.
"Takeshi..."
"Hmm..." Momoshiro hummed and licked a path downwards. Stopping at the edge of the stocking, he bit on the thin material and tugged it off Ryoma's leg slowly. Finishing with one, he continued with the other side, revealing the well-toned yet slender legs.
Tossing the stockings away, Momoshiro's attention returned to the clothed erection. At a speed that could only be described as painfully slow to Ryoma, he pulled the panties off of his younger counterpart and flung it away. Finally having his hard arousal free from obstruction, Ryoma moaned in relief. But Momoshiro was not going to let Ryoma go so easily. He wrapped his right hand around the exposed member and slowly pumped it from base to tip. Ryoma could only mewl in response, clutching the blankets tightly. His eyes were shut as the pleasure of his cock went directly to his mind and other parts of his body.
Momoshiro leaned forward and crushed his lips onto Ryoma's, silencing the younger man. He lifted Ryoma's hips a little with his free hand and pressed both their burning erections together. The sudden contact caused Ryoma to cry out in exultation and his hands immediately went to Momoshiro's back, clawing on the sweaty skin there.
Momoshiro was also moaning loudly as his hand descended below Ryoma's burning *orchises until it reached the moist hole. Ryoma's precum had already made his entrance incredibly wet and relaxed, so Momoshiro was able to insert his finger in easily. Ryoma's eyes shot open at the sudden invasion and he widened his legs even farther in reflex, allowing Momoshiro to press his finger in even more. After a while, Momoshiro inserted another finger, stretching the hole for what was coming next. Ryoma just whimpered impatiently, sucking on his own knuckles. After adding a third finger, Momoshiro decided they could not bear the wait any longer.
Hurriedly taking out his fingers with a 'pop', Momoshiro stretched himself beyond the bed and dug in a drawer for the lube. Finding the small tube, he fumbled with the cap and squeezed out a handful of the gel. He coated his cock generously with it and threw the tube away. Momoshiro then positioned himself at the hole and with a grunt, he pushed his entire erection into the leaking cavern.
"AHHHH!" Ryoma screamed in ecstasy and gripped onto Momoshiro's broad shoulders with all his might. Sweat glistened both their bodies, as Momoshiro continued thrusting himself into Ryoma. It was like their souls were also merged into one, the way their bodies were so connected to each other. A hard push got Momoshiro hitting Ryoma's g-spot and Ryoma just screamed even louder for Momoshiro to go harder. Tears were coming out of Ryoma's golden eyes as the raw pleasure vibrated from his most sensitive spot to his entire body. His mind was a blank with his sole attention on Momoshiro's shaft inside of him. Ryoma felt his own cock going unbearably tight and hot, and his own breaths coming out in shorter gasps. Suddenly, Ryoma saw white stars in front of him. His body shook fervidly and cum spurted out of him, gushing onto his red Santa skirt.
Momoshiro felt Ryoma cumming and drove himself harder into Ryoma. He wrapped his large hand around Ryoma's erection and pumped it vigorously, causing more liquid to flow out onto the skirt. And hearing Ryoma crying out even louder from the touch, Momoshiro finally reached his climax with an ardent scream, emptying his hot seed entirely inside the one he loved. Momoshiro leaned down and gently kissed Ryoma's tears away, before kissing him passionately as the two of them slowly calmed down from their peak.
Eventually, Momoshiro pulled himself out, causing some of the semen to seep out of Ryoma's swollen opening. Momoshiro carefully stripped his boyfriend out of the soiled dress and then wrapped his arms around the exhausted man. Boy, that was one of the most intense sex they had in a while. Apparently, Ryoma also thought the same way because the tennis prodigy was still breathing heavily in his recovery.
Momoshiro brushed Ryoma's damp hair away and adoringly planted kisses on the slender neck, causing Ryoma to hum quietly in appreciation. Momoshiro loved this man. He really did. And he knew Ryoma loved him back as much. Otherwise, Ryoma would not be doing this for him. The previously embarrassed man would not be putting his pride on the line and dressed like a girl if Momoshiro was not important to him. Even now, Momoshiro still found it hard to believe. It must be more than just his damn luck...
"Hey Ryoma..."
"..."
"I thought you were still objecting to the dress yesterday?"
"...You gave me two presents, I had to do the same..." The fatigued boy mumbled drowsily while turning his body to face Momoshiro. Snuggling into the broad and warm chest, he quietly dozed off.
A sweatdrop literally found its way down Momoshiro's cheek. Logical reason... But Momoshiro was NOT the one to have his birthday on Christmas Eve... Oh well. Momoshiro grinned. Since he got the better part of the deal, he was not about to complain.
Kissing the oblivious Ryoma on his forehead, Momoshiro joined his love in sleep, dreams blissfully filled with Ryoma and a red and white dress...
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A/N: *blush* Now THAT is SMUT. I hope you guys aren't shocked that innocent lil me is writing such pron. *flutters eyelashes* Anyway, please tell me how you feel about this, especially whether I should just stop at my normal fluff. (Though I highly doubt you can stop my brain from thinking naughty.) Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope to come back with another contribution soon. *thinks about writing Momoryo angst or L/Raito smut*
*I found this in my thesaurus while trying to find a nicer word for... balls. (But I am actually not sure of the plural.)
April 2006