Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 042: Triangle
Title: Three Times the Fun
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Oishi Syuichiro
Prompt: 042: Triangle
Word Count: 867
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Verbal fantasies….
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Silver Surprise (takes place immediately after it), and is, again, the fault of skyangel2009. Very literally, she asked for it!
Main table can be found here and here.
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“So, what did you think?” Oishi asked, the second he closed the door of his and Shinji’s apartment behind them.
Shinji paused in the act of taking off his coat. “I thought…that his arm muscles were obscenely gorgeous, I can’t believe someone can twist like that…and I can’t believe that I’m having these thoughts about Kyo’s cousin!”
Oishi chuckled softly and stepped closer to Shinji. “I have to admit, I looked at him and I didn’t see your friend’s cousin,” he confessed. “I just saw Uchimura Kouhei, a gorgeous man, and one that made me think things that almost got me in trouble.” He moved to pin Shinji against the wall.
“Oh?” Shinji slid away from Oishi with a sly grin, moving over to the couch. “What were you thinking, lover?”
“Well….” Oishi practically stalked Shinji, crawling over him and pinning his boyfriend to the couch. “I was thinking that, with those arms, how strong he is…how he would look naked, in our bed, holding you down….” He leaned in to nip Shinji’s earlobe.
Shinji trembled softly. “What else?” he asked, his voice getting husky already.
Oishi blushed a little; dirty talk was more Shinji’s thing than his, but he was willing to give it a try. “His strong arms holding you down,” he continued in a whisper, “both of us caressing and kissing you all over, making you squirm and pant and beg….”
Shinji’s hands raked down Oishi’s back, then back up under his shirt, massaging his shoulders. “Syuichiro…that sounds…tell me more?” He arched up to kiss and lick the column of Oishi’s throat. “Please?”
“We’d make you beg, Shin love.” Oishi’s hands were busy unbuttoning Shinji’s shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. “Our mouths all over you…here,” he kissed Shinji’s collarbone, “here,” a soft bite to Shinji’s nipple, making him moan, “and here….” Oishi left a soft trail of kisses down Shinji’s stomach, hovering over the waist of his shorts.
“Fuck…’Chiro….” Shinji whimpered, his hips rocking up, loving the sound of Oishi’s voice as much as he loved the words and the actions. “More….”
“That body curved around you…his fingers slipping into you…did you see the calluses, lover? How would they feel inside you, stretching you, stroking you with the same grip he uses on the high bar?” Oishi’s hand unfastened Shinji’s pants and eased inside, stroking his lover gently.
Shinji’s moan was loud and he groaned, thrusting into Oishi’s hand. “Syuichiro….”
“Tell me what you’d like more, Shinji?” Oishi blushed a little, but pressed on. “Would you like him to fuck you, to claim your ass while I suck you off? Or would you rather fuck him, while I was there hard inside you, reminding you who you belong to?” One of his hands slipped further back, caressing Shinji’s entrance with a finger. “Whose name would you scream, Shin love…Kohei’s or mine?”
Shinji growled, suddenly flipping them over and pinning Oishi to the couch. “We better still have lube out here,” he got out, “because I’m riding you, hard and fast and right now!”
Oishi wasted no time stretching Shinji, and soon, he was groaning as Shinji eased himself onto Oishi’s shaft. “Shinji….”
Shinji rocked slowly, his hands stroking Oishi’s chest as he got some revenge. “Maybe like this, ‘Chiro, with me riding your cock, and him under you, you on his…he’s strong enough to support us both, ‘Chiro. Would you like that, Kohei hard and fucking you, that chest pressed firm against you, his arms around us both?”
“Shin!” Oishi’s moan was loud, almost tearing from his throat. Between the feel of Shinji around him and the image coming to mind, he couldn’t bear any more teasing. “Fuck…god, move! Please!” His hands gripped Shinji’s hips, and he rocked up into his lover.
Shinji whimpered, gripping Oishi’s hips, riding him hard and fast. He leaned down to kiss and nip at Oishi’s neck, whispering into ear different things that they could do with a gymnast in their bed, until Oishi couldn’t take any more and he reached between them, stroking Shinji fast and firmly. Shinji’s words turned to loud moans and gasps as he shuddered over Oishi, his pace increasing.
Neither of them last long after that.
In the aftermath, they held each other, sweaty and sated, still half dressed, sprawled over the couch. Shinji’s hand lifted lazily from where it was resting on Oishi’s chest to comb through his hair. “You know…I don’t want anyone but you, right? No matter what I said…I don’t want another man with us. You’re all I need.”
Oishi kissed Shinji’s forehead tenderly. “I don’t want that either, Shin,” he said quietly. “But I enjoyed this, too. It’s….” He blushed. “Fun, to fantasize, especially when it’s about the same person for both of us.”
“It was fun, and I loved it, just like I love you.” Shinji kissed Oishi firmly. “I think we should have more threesomes like this, when the mood strikes us and all.”
“I agree completely. Threesomes like this…I approve of.” Oishi grinned suddenly and pinned Shinji against the couch. “But I think I want a twosome with you, right now.”
Shinji’s lips on his were all that Oishi needed for an answer.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Oishi Syuichiro
Prompt: 042: Triangle
Word Count: 867
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Verbal fantasies….
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Silver Surprise (takes place immediately after it), and is, again, the fault of skyangel2009. Very literally, she asked for it!
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“So, what did you think?” Oishi asked, the second he closed the door of his and Shinji’s apartment behind them.
Shinji paused in the act of taking off his coat. “I thought…that his arm muscles were obscenely gorgeous, I can’t believe someone can twist like that…and I can’t believe that I’m having these thoughts about Kyo’s cousin!”
Oishi chuckled softly and stepped closer to Shinji. “I have to admit, I looked at him and I didn’t see your friend’s cousin,” he confessed. “I just saw Uchimura Kouhei, a gorgeous man, and one that made me think things that almost got me in trouble.” He moved to pin Shinji against the wall.
“Oh?” Shinji slid away from Oishi with a sly grin, moving over to the couch. “What were you thinking, lover?”
“Well….” Oishi practically stalked Shinji, crawling over him and pinning his boyfriend to the couch. “I was thinking that, with those arms, how strong he is…how he would look naked, in our bed, holding you down….” He leaned in to nip Shinji’s earlobe.
Shinji trembled softly. “What else?” he asked, his voice getting husky already.
Oishi blushed a little; dirty talk was more Shinji’s thing than his, but he was willing to give it a try. “His strong arms holding you down,” he continued in a whisper, “both of us caressing and kissing you all over, making you squirm and pant and beg….”
Shinji’s hands raked down Oishi’s back, then back up under his shirt, massaging his shoulders. “Syuichiro…that sounds…tell me more?” He arched up to kiss and lick the column of Oishi’s throat. “Please?”
“We’d make you beg, Shin love.” Oishi’s hands were busy unbuttoning Shinji’s shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. “Our mouths all over you…here,” he kissed Shinji’s collarbone, “here,” a soft bite to Shinji’s nipple, making him moan, “and here….” Oishi left a soft trail of kisses down Shinji’s stomach, hovering over the waist of his shorts.
“Fuck…’Chiro….” Shinji whimpered, his hips rocking up, loving the sound of Oishi’s voice as much as he loved the words and the actions. “More….”
“That body curved around you…his fingers slipping into you…did you see the calluses, lover? How would they feel inside you, stretching you, stroking you with the same grip he uses on the high bar?” Oishi’s hand unfastened Shinji’s pants and eased inside, stroking his lover gently.
Shinji’s moan was loud and he groaned, thrusting into Oishi’s hand. “Syuichiro….”
“Tell me what you’d like more, Shinji?” Oishi blushed a little, but pressed on. “Would you like him to fuck you, to claim your ass while I suck you off? Or would you rather fuck him, while I was there hard inside you, reminding you who you belong to?” One of his hands slipped further back, caressing Shinji’s entrance with a finger. “Whose name would you scream, Shin love…Kohei’s or mine?”
Shinji growled, suddenly flipping them over and pinning Oishi to the couch. “We better still have lube out here,” he got out, “because I’m riding you, hard and fast and right now!”
Oishi wasted no time stretching Shinji, and soon, he was groaning as Shinji eased himself onto Oishi’s shaft. “Shinji….”
Shinji rocked slowly, his hands stroking Oishi’s chest as he got some revenge. “Maybe like this, ‘Chiro, with me riding your cock, and him under you, you on his…he’s strong enough to support us both, ‘Chiro. Would you like that, Kohei hard and fucking you, that chest pressed firm against you, his arms around us both?”
“Shin!” Oishi’s moan was loud, almost tearing from his throat. Between the feel of Shinji around him and the image coming to mind, he couldn’t bear any more teasing. “Fuck…god, move! Please!” His hands gripped Shinji’s hips, and he rocked up into his lover.
Shinji whimpered, gripping Oishi’s hips, riding him hard and fast. He leaned down to kiss and nip at Oishi’s neck, whispering into ear different things that they could do with a gymnast in their bed, until Oishi couldn’t take any more and he reached between them, stroking Shinji fast and firmly. Shinji’s words turned to loud moans and gasps as he shuddered over Oishi, his pace increasing.
Neither of them last long after that.
In the aftermath, they held each other, sweaty and sated, still half dressed, sprawled over the couch. Shinji’s hand lifted lazily from where it was resting on Oishi’s chest to comb through his hair. “You know…I don’t want anyone but you, right? No matter what I said…I don’t want another man with us. You’re all I need.”
Oishi kissed Shinji’s forehead tenderly. “I don’t want that either, Shin,” he said quietly. “But I enjoyed this, too. It’s….” He blushed. “Fun, to fantasize, especially when it’s about the same person for both of us.”
“It was fun, and I loved it, just like I love you.” Shinji kissed Oishi firmly. “I think we should have more threesomes like this, when the mood strikes us and all.”
“I agree completely. Threesomes like this…I approve of.” Oishi grinned suddenly and pinned Shinji against the couch. “But I think I want a twosome with you, right now.”
Shinji’s lips on his were all that Oishi needed for an answer.
--The End--