[PoT]:: MaruixKirihara Our Own World
Title: Our Own World
Pairing: Marui Bunta x Kirihara Akaya
Rating/Contains/Words: Pg/Kisses/389
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Summary: It's easy to get caught up in someone else.
Notes: A collaboration between fuefuki_san and espial for the 30_kisses challenge.
art by fuefuki_san
The hallway was abandoned as Kirihara left the classroom. He glanced around, double checking that he was in fact alone, before running, full tilt down the hall. He crashed into his locker, fumbling with the combination before jerking it open. Books and notebooks spilled out onto the floor. Muttering curses, Kirihara stooped down to shove the contents back into his locker.
"Yo," The familiar scent of apple, the soft plop of a bubble popping. Kirihara looked up to see Marui leaning against another locker. "You're late."
"I had to fix an assignment." Kirihara continued to shove crumpled papers into the locker, reaching out to slam it shut, hoping that it would contain the mess.
"The one you told me you didn't need help with?" The fact that Marui managed to talk while blowing a bubble mystified Kirihara. "Or the one that you ignored when you were over a couple of nights ago?" The bubble popped, green gum splattered over Marui"s mouth.
Kirihara rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks color. He got to his feet, snatching his tennis bag away from Marui. "That was your fault, senpai."
Marui chuckled, picking gum from his lips. "I don't remember you telling me to stop." Kirihara flushed darker, clearing his throat. He reached out picking a glob off of Marui's chin. Marui smelled like the courts, his face red from running, and tracking him down. Kirihara stepped closer, tweaking the collar of Marui's jersey.
The cotton was worn and soft under his fingers. Marui's breath hitched. Kirihara leaned in, placing a soft kiss to Marui's mouth. Shivers slid down Kirihara’s back, Marui's hands settling on his hips. He deepened their kiss. Marui’s tongue swept into his mouth, hot and desperate. Kirihara's tennis bag dropped to the ground. His hands tangled in silky red hair, tipping Marui's head back further.
They separated, Marui's chest rising and falling rapidly. Kirihara nipped at Marui's lower lip. Another kiss, needy and wanting, Marui's hands roaming over Kirihara’s back. They startled, pulling away at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Renji cleared his throat again. "Marui, you were sent to retrieve Akaya." He sounded amused, "I didn't think someone would have to come after both of you."
Marui pushed away from the locker. His hand grasping Kirihara's. "We’re going." Kirihara followed happily after him.
"Akaya."
Kirihara turned, looking back at Renji.
"You’ve forgotten your bag."
Pairing: Marui Bunta x Kirihara Akaya
Rating/Contains/Words: Pg/Kisses/389
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Summary: It's easy to get caught up in someone else.
Notes: A collaboration between fuefuki_san and espial for the 30_kisses challenge.
art by fuefuki_san
The hallway was abandoned as Kirihara left the classroom. He glanced around, double checking that he was in fact alone, before running, full tilt down the hall. He crashed into his locker, fumbling with the combination before jerking it open. Books and notebooks spilled out onto the floor. Muttering curses, Kirihara stooped down to shove the contents back into his locker.
"Yo," The familiar scent of apple, the soft plop of a bubble popping. Kirihara looked up to see Marui leaning against another locker. "You're late."
"I had to fix an assignment." Kirihara continued to shove crumpled papers into the locker, reaching out to slam it shut, hoping that it would contain the mess.
"The one you told me you didn't need help with?" The fact that Marui managed to talk while blowing a bubble mystified Kirihara. "Or the one that you ignored when you were over a couple of nights ago?" The bubble popped, green gum splattered over Marui"s mouth.
Kirihara rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks color. He got to his feet, snatching his tennis bag away from Marui. "That was your fault, senpai."
Marui chuckled, picking gum from his lips. "I don't remember you telling me to stop." Kirihara flushed darker, clearing his throat. He reached out picking a glob off of Marui's chin. Marui smelled like the courts, his face red from running, and tracking him down. Kirihara stepped closer, tweaking the collar of Marui's jersey.
The cotton was worn and soft under his fingers. Marui's breath hitched. Kirihara leaned in, placing a soft kiss to Marui's mouth. Shivers slid down Kirihara’s back, Marui's hands settling on his hips. He deepened their kiss. Marui’s tongue swept into his mouth, hot and desperate. Kirihara's tennis bag dropped to the ground. His hands tangled in silky red hair, tipping Marui's head back further.
They separated, Marui's chest rising and falling rapidly. Kirihara nipped at Marui's lower lip. Another kiss, needy and wanting, Marui's hands roaming over Kirihara’s back. They startled, pulling away at the sound of someone clearing their throat.
Renji cleared his throat again. "Marui, you were sent to retrieve Akaya." He sounded amused, "I didn't think someone would have to come after both of you."
Marui pushed away from the locker. His hand grasping Kirihara's. "We’re going." Kirihara followed happily after him.
"Akaya."
Kirihara turned, looking back at Renji.
"You’ve forgotten your bag."