what a kiss is
It's been so long since I last had one of those spur-of-the-moment things XD; I'm sure someone asked me for YanaKiri once, but so many people have been asking for YanaKiri that I can't remember anymore OTL;;; I feel horrible D: But still, I wrote this with you in mind so hopefully I'm forgiven? ;_____;
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For now, enjoy this ten-minute thing~ ^^; ♥
Title: What A Kiss Is
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 830
Pairing: Yanagi Renji x Kirihara Akaya
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: In which Kirihara asks for a kiss and Yanagi doesn't give him what he wants.
what a kiss is
"That's it?" Kirihara asked, dumbfounded and chin tilted up. He licked his lips experimentally. "That's what a kiss is?"
Yanagi tried to supress a smile. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint."
Kirihara blinked at him for a few seconds, before deciding that his sempai wasn't kidding. He huffed, annoyed, slumping his posture. That can't be it. Kisses were supposed to leave the other person breathless and their heart going 'dokidoki' really wildly! Kirihara sure as hell wasn't breathless. Even if his heart was going 'dokidoki' really wildly in his chest.
He peered at Yanagi. And spotted the twitching of his sempai's lips. "No, you're not!" he accused, pouting.
Yanagi looked amused. "And what made you say that?"
Kirihara whined. "Sempaaaai! That can't have been a kiss! I mean, all you did was push your face against mine! What kind of kiss was THAT?"
"Actually, Akaya, that was a kiss," Yanagi said patiently, eyeing his kohai's dejected posture.
The kid was sitting on the bench beside him but unlike him, who was sitting properly, Kirihara was sitting on it with a leg on each side and leaning forward on his palms on the bench. And with that troubled expression on his face and the pout on his lips? He looked rather... cute.
Yanagi's lips twitched upwards.
"No waaaay!" Kirihara scowled stubbornly. "What about those stuff in the movies?! I mean, they move their lips around and stuff and... I don't know, I think those were... tongues?" Kirihara scrunched his nose up, weirded out by the image. "ANYWAY," he continued more firmly this time, staring at his sempai's eyes determinedly. "Kiss me properly this time, Yanagi-sempai!"
Yanagi stared back.
Well, that was a turn-on.
But...
"No, Akaya," he said softly, a smile on his lips. "Maybe when you're older."
Kirihara looked torn. "But you're only a year older than me!"
Yanagi returned to his notebook, signaling the end of the conversation.
Kirihara pursed his lips together in annoyance. Huffing, he got off the bench and placed both hands on his waist. "Fine! I'll ask Niou-sempai or Marui-sempai instead!"
Yanagi's head shot up.
Kirihara turned around with all intention to stomp off just to make a show, when a hand clutched his wrist and pulled. With a yelp, Kirihara fell backwards and he scowled when a hand abruptly turned him around in the confusion and -- ouch, that hurt -- he was sprawled on the ground now with an aching shoulder, but a hand grabbed his collar and lips descended on his for the second time that day.
His lower body was lying half on the floor, Yanagi's hand holding his upper half up which was really not good for his back and was rather painful but then Yanagi swiped his tongue over his lips and made him gasp.
Taking advantage of that gasp, Yanagi slipped his tongue between Kirihara's lips, licking and making himself familiar with the newfound territory that he was determined not to share to anyone.
It felt... weird, but also kind of... nice? Unable to help himself, Kirihara moaned, especially when Yanagi rubbed against his own tongue, gently coaxing him to action. Unsure, Kirihara moved his tongue, trying to go with his sempai's pace, but then the need for air became too much and Kirihara pulled back, panting and dazed.
Now that was more like it.
His face was burning now, and he blinked a few times to try and get rid of the stars in his vision. He looked at Yanagi, almost shy. "Sempai?"
Yanagi looked smug, but then a soft smile spread over his face. "Did you like it?"
Kirihara was breathless when he answered. "Hell yeah."
Yanagi couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After Kirihara had fixed himself and brushed the dust off his uniform, he sat next to Yanagi on the bench yet again, pretty much in the same position as earlier.
"You should have done that earlier, sempai," he said, still a bit breathless. Yanagi merely hummed in acknowledgement, so Kirihara continued. "Was it because I said I was gonna ask Niou-sempai and Marui-sempai?"
Yanagi's pencil paused its scribbling.
"I wasn't really going to, you know," Kirihara said, embarrassed but a stubborn expression was on his face. "I mean, ask them to teach me or something, because kissing them would be... weird." His lips thinned and he shuddered.
Yanagi raised his head, looking at his kohai in curiosity and maybe hope. "And kissing me isn't?"
Kirihara turned red. "Uh. I mean. I like Niou-sempai and Marui-sempai and all but... I dunno," he said lamely, feeling a headache coming on for thinking too much. "I like Yanagi-sempai more and you know, you're only supposed to kiss the person you like."
Yanagi figured that was the closest he'd ever get to a love confession.
"So, uh," Kirihara continued, swallowing. He looked up at his sempai, grinning. "Can we do it again?"
Yanagi lips turned up into a smile. After all, how could he refuse such a request?
end
Comments and concrit would be much love! :DD ♥
TELL ME WHO YOU ARE. XD AND I'LL WRITE YOU SOMETHING PROPER THIS TIME. XDD;;;; ♥♥
For now, enjoy this ten-minute thing~ ^^; ♥
Title: What A Kiss Is
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 830
Pairing: Yanagi Renji x Kirihara Akaya
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: In which Kirihara asks for a kiss and Yanagi doesn't give him what he wants.
what a kiss is
"That's it?" Kirihara asked, dumbfounded and chin tilted up. He licked his lips experimentally. "That's what a kiss is?"
Yanagi tried to supress a smile. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint."
Kirihara blinked at him for a few seconds, before deciding that his sempai wasn't kidding. He huffed, annoyed, slumping his posture. That can't be it. Kisses were supposed to leave the other person breathless and their heart going 'dokidoki' really wildly! Kirihara sure as hell wasn't breathless. Even if his heart was going 'dokidoki' really wildly in his chest.
He peered at Yanagi. And spotted the twitching of his sempai's lips. "No, you're not!" he accused, pouting.
Yanagi looked amused. "And what made you say that?"
Kirihara whined. "Sempaaaai! That can't have been a kiss! I mean, all you did was push your face against mine! What kind of kiss was THAT?"
"Actually, Akaya, that was a kiss," Yanagi said patiently, eyeing his kohai's dejected posture.
The kid was sitting on the bench beside him but unlike him, who was sitting properly, Kirihara was sitting on it with a leg on each side and leaning forward on his palms on the bench. And with that troubled expression on his face and the pout on his lips? He looked rather... cute.
Yanagi's lips twitched upwards.
"No waaaay!" Kirihara scowled stubbornly. "What about those stuff in the movies?! I mean, they move their lips around and stuff and... I don't know, I think those were... tongues?" Kirihara scrunched his nose up, weirded out by the image. "ANYWAY," he continued more firmly this time, staring at his sempai's eyes determinedly. "Kiss me properly this time, Yanagi-sempai!"
Yanagi stared back.
Well, that was a turn-on.
But...
"No, Akaya," he said softly, a smile on his lips. "Maybe when you're older."
Kirihara looked torn. "But you're only a year older than me!"
Yanagi returned to his notebook, signaling the end of the conversation.
Kirihara pursed his lips together in annoyance. Huffing, he got off the bench and placed both hands on his waist. "Fine! I'll ask Niou-sempai or Marui-sempai instead!"
Yanagi's head shot up.
Kirihara turned around with all intention to stomp off just to make a show, when a hand clutched his wrist and pulled. With a yelp, Kirihara fell backwards and he scowled when a hand abruptly turned him around in the confusion and -- ouch, that hurt -- he was sprawled on the ground now with an aching shoulder, but a hand grabbed his collar and lips descended on his for the second time that day.
His lower body was lying half on the floor, Yanagi's hand holding his upper half up which was really not good for his back and was rather painful but then Yanagi swiped his tongue over his lips and made him gasp.
Taking advantage of that gasp, Yanagi slipped his tongue between Kirihara's lips, licking and making himself familiar with the newfound territory that he was determined not to share to anyone.
It felt... weird, but also kind of... nice? Unable to help himself, Kirihara moaned, especially when Yanagi rubbed against his own tongue, gently coaxing him to action. Unsure, Kirihara moved his tongue, trying to go with his sempai's pace, but then the need for air became too much and Kirihara pulled back, panting and dazed.
Now that was more like it.
His face was burning now, and he blinked a few times to try and get rid of the stars in his vision. He looked at Yanagi, almost shy. "Sempai?"
Yanagi looked smug, but then a soft smile spread over his face. "Did you like it?"
Kirihara was breathless when he answered. "Hell yeah."
Yanagi couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After Kirihara had fixed himself and brushed the dust off his uniform, he sat next to Yanagi on the bench yet again, pretty much in the same position as earlier.
"You should have done that earlier, sempai," he said, still a bit breathless. Yanagi merely hummed in acknowledgement, so Kirihara continued. "Was it because I said I was gonna ask Niou-sempai and Marui-sempai?"
Yanagi's pencil paused its scribbling.
"I wasn't really going to, you know," Kirihara said, embarrassed but a stubborn expression was on his face. "I mean, ask them to teach me or something, because kissing them would be... weird." His lips thinned and he shuddered.
Yanagi raised his head, looking at his kohai in curiosity and maybe hope. "And kissing me isn't?"
Kirihara turned red. "Uh. I mean. I like Niou-sempai and Marui-sempai and all but... I dunno," he said lamely, feeling a headache coming on for thinking too much. "I like Yanagi-sempai more and you know, you're only supposed to kiss the person you like."
Yanagi figured that was the closest he'd ever get to a love confession.
"So, uh," Kirihara continued, swallowing. He looked up at his sempai, grinning. "Can we do it again?"
Yanagi lips turned up into a smile. After all, how could he refuse such a request?
end
Comments and concrit would be much love! :DD ♥