Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 052: Fire
Title: Burn
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Oishi Shuichiro
Prompt: 052: Fire
Word Count: 354
Rating: R
Summary: An interlude in the lives of two lovers.
Author's Notes: No redeeming value here. Nope, none at all. Shinji is 19 and Oishi is 20.
Main table can be found here and here.
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Shinji gasped and shook as the aftershocks of orgasm overtook him. “Dear gods….”
Under him, Oishi smiled as he pushed Shinji’s sweat-dampened hair back from his face, his own chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “That was…inspired, Shinji.”
“Are you complaining?” Shinji’s smile was almost smug. “As I recall, you were demanding more and harder…did I hear wrong?”
“Hell, no.” Oishi grinned as he pulled Shinji down flush onto him. “Not complaining at all…just…you’re usually not so forceful. I like it. How do I get it again?”
Shinji nuzzled Oishi. “How do you get it again? Take off your shirt on the tennis court again, that’s how.” Shinji licked his lips as he pictured Oishi as he had looked just a few hours ago, glistening in the sun, the light reflecting off tanned muscles as his chest heaved with exertion. Shinji had been struck with the sudden desire to see Oishi panting for a completely different reason, and it had been all he could do to control the fire burning in him until they had returned home. “You’re lucky I didn’t just take you right there against the front door, Shuichiro.”
Oishi laughed, leaning up to nip Shinji’s neck. “Maybe next time…I don’t think I’d have minded one bit.” He dropped a series of kisses along Shinji’s neck and jaw. “You know something, lover?”
“Mmmm…what?” Shinji was trying to not just melt into Oishi, feeling the burn of arousal start in his veins again.
“You’re damn sexy when you need me like that.” Oishi wrapped Shinji in his arms and flipped them over so he was pinning Shinji to the bed beneath him. “Do you know what it makes me want?”
Shinji couldn’t help grinning as he ran his hands up and down Oishi’s back. “Maybe you should enlighten me, ‘Chiro.”
“You.” Oishi kissed Shinji hard and fast, then began to make his way down Shinji’s chest. “Over and over and over again….”
All Shinji could do was moan, shake, and give himself over to the fire of Oishi’s passion again…and he loved every second of the flames.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Oishi Shuichiro
Prompt: 052: Fire
Word Count: 354
Rating: R
Summary: An interlude in the lives of two lovers.
Author's Notes: No redeeming value here. Nope, none at all. Shinji is 19 and Oishi is 20.
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shinji gasped and shook as the aftershocks of orgasm overtook him. “Dear gods….”
Under him, Oishi smiled as he pushed Shinji’s sweat-dampened hair back from his face, his own chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “That was…inspired, Shinji.”
“Are you complaining?” Shinji’s smile was almost smug. “As I recall, you were demanding more and harder…did I hear wrong?”
“Hell, no.” Oishi grinned as he pulled Shinji down flush onto him. “Not complaining at all…just…you’re usually not so forceful. I like it. How do I get it again?”
Shinji nuzzled Oishi. “How do you get it again? Take off your shirt on the tennis court again, that’s how.” Shinji licked his lips as he pictured Oishi as he had looked just a few hours ago, glistening in the sun, the light reflecting off tanned muscles as his chest heaved with exertion. Shinji had been struck with the sudden desire to see Oishi panting for a completely different reason, and it had been all he could do to control the fire burning in him until they had returned home. “You’re lucky I didn’t just take you right there against the front door, Shuichiro.”
Oishi laughed, leaning up to nip Shinji’s neck. “Maybe next time…I don’t think I’d have minded one bit.” He dropped a series of kisses along Shinji’s neck and jaw. “You know something, lover?”
“Mmmm…what?” Shinji was trying to not just melt into Oishi, feeling the burn of arousal start in his veins again.
“You’re damn sexy when you need me like that.” Oishi wrapped Shinji in his arms and flipped them over so he was pinning Shinji to the bed beneath him. “Do you know what it makes me want?”
Shinji couldn’t help grinning as he ran his hands up and down Oishi’s back. “Maybe you should enlighten me, ‘Chiro.”
“You.” Oishi kissed Shinji hard and fast, then began to make his way down Shinji’s chest. “Over and over and over again….”
All Shinji could do was moan, shake, and give himself over to the fire of Oishi’s passion again…and he loved every second of the flames.
--The End--