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Title: What Jirou knows
Pairing: AtoJi
Rating/Warnings: Er... R? Sex. XD
Jirou often falls asleep in classes. As a result of that, he often misses out on a lot of what he should be learning. Apart from with his tennis team, he doesn't go out very much either. He prefers to sleep. That leads to a lack of a few worldly experiences too. For example, Jirou doesn't know very much about having a girlfriend, or dating a girl, or much about girls at all. He doesn't know much about flowers and chocolates or meeting the parents. He doesn't particularly care about holding a girl's hand, for buying cinema tickets for two. He doesn't know about lip gloss or soppy poetry, or 'underage' sex, or STIs, or condoms, or menstrual cycles, or how babies come about. He doesn't know, nor care, about having to decide between a tennis match, or a date. He doesn't know a lot of things boys his age generally know.
Jirou isn't dumb though.
The boy knows that he likes watching Atobe in the clubroom showers. He knows he likes it when Atobe ruffles his already messy hair. He know that he likes it when Atobe snaps his fingers and looks around him to follow. He knows that he likes it when Atobe raises one arm for Jirou to snuggle under to put his head on the other boy's lap.
Jirou knows that Atobe's arms are strong, when Atobe pulls him close. He knows that Atobe's lips are both soft and firm at the same time. He knows that if he rests his head in that curve of Atobe's neck and nuzzles it just so, Atobe will give him more kisses. He knows that he likes Atobe's kisses.
Jirou also knows that if he comes to Atobe when he's busy or talking to someone else, his arm will stretch out to slide around Jirou's waist. He knows that Atobe likes to rub little circles on Jirou's hip with his thumb. He knows that Atobe will quickly finish whatever he's doing, to turn his full attention onto his sleepy boyfriend.
Jirou knows other things. He knows that if they're at his house, they have to be quiet, or his mother will come upstairs and knock on his door. He knows just as well, that if they were Atobe's, they can be as noisy as they like. He knows that Atobe gently turns Jirou's head for a soft kiss, that they're going to make sweet love, just as he knows that if Atobe has that gleam in his eyes, they're going to have fun.
Jirou knows that as much as Atobe growls over Jirou's bothersome buttons, that he loved helping Jirou undress, really, and see Jirou slowly bared. Jirou knows for certain that he likes it when Atobe undresses, and he knows that he loves it when Atobe's long, slim fingers roam all over his body.
Jirou knows that when Atobe creeps his hands onto Jirou's knee, what's going to happn next; he knows that when Atobe stretches him with his fingers, Jirou moans, and that Atobe's eyes go squishy whenever Jirou moans for him. Jirou knows that when Atobe slides his hips between his thighs, that it is the most wonderful sensation on earth, and that when Atobe rolls his hips to graze just there, he'll melt into a little puddle of limp limbs, and mewl. He also knows that whenever he makes that sound, that Atobe will mentally melt into a little squishy puddle too; but of course, he's too dignified to show it. Jirou knows that. He knows that Atobe will make him mewl over and over, because Atobe cannot get enough of that sound.
Jirou knows that when his body wracks with painful, pleasurable cries, that Atobe will slow down and hold him in those strong arms as his body explodes in fluids. He knows that Atobe likes to watch the glistening liquid seep out of Jirou's body as he eases out.
Jirou knows that if he smiles, Atobe will ruffle his hair; if he curls onto his side, Atobe will spoon around his back; if he holds out his arms, Atobe will gracefully crawl forward and they'll snuggle up, and Jirou's head will be tucked under Atobe's; if he whispers 'Atobe-sama...' then Atobe will lean over to kiss his lips.
Jirou might not know a lot of things, no, but he reckons that what he does know is pretty important. After all, Jirou knows that when Atobe says, 'Ore-sama loves you, Jirou,' that Ore-sama does.
And he knows that when he says 'Jirou loves Ore-sama too, you know,' that he does.
Title: What Jirou knows
Pairing: AtoJi
Rating/Warnings: Er... R? Sex. XD
Jirou often falls asleep in classes. As a result of that, he often misses out on a lot of what he should be learning. Apart from with his tennis team, he doesn't go out very much either. He prefers to sleep. That leads to a lack of a few worldly experiences too. For example, Jirou doesn't know very much about having a girlfriend, or dating a girl, or much about girls at all. He doesn't know much about flowers and chocolates or meeting the parents. He doesn't particularly care about holding a girl's hand, for buying cinema tickets for two. He doesn't know about lip gloss or soppy poetry, or 'underage' sex, or STIs, or condoms, or menstrual cycles, or how babies come about. He doesn't know, nor care, about having to decide between a tennis match, or a date. He doesn't know a lot of things boys his age generally know.
Jirou isn't dumb though.
The boy knows that he likes watching Atobe in the clubroom showers. He knows he likes it when Atobe ruffles his already messy hair. He know that he likes it when Atobe snaps his fingers and looks around him to follow. He knows that he likes it when Atobe raises one arm for Jirou to snuggle under to put his head on the other boy's lap.
Jirou knows that Atobe's arms are strong, when Atobe pulls him close. He knows that Atobe's lips are both soft and firm at the same time. He knows that if he rests his head in that curve of Atobe's neck and nuzzles it just so, Atobe will give him more kisses. He knows that he likes Atobe's kisses.
Jirou also knows that if he comes to Atobe when he's busy or talking to someone else, his arm will stretch out to slide around Jirou's waist. He knows that Atobe likes to rub little circles on Jirou's hip with his thumb. He knows that Atobe will quickly finish whatever he's doing, to turn his full attention onto his sleepy boyfriend.
Jirou knows other things. He knows that if they're at his house, they have to be quiet, or his mother will come upstairs and knock on his door. He knows just as well, that if they were Atobe's, they can be as noisy as they like. He knows that Atobe gently turns Jirou's head for a soft kiss, that they're going to make sweet love, just as he knows that if Atobe has that gleam in his eyes, they're going to have fun.
Jirou knows that as much as Atobe growls over Jirou's bothersome buttons, that he loved helping Jirou undress, really, and see Jirou slowly bared. Jirou knows for certain that he likes it when Atobe undresses, and he knows that he loves it when Atobe's long, slim fingers roam all over his body.
Jirou knows that when Atobe creeps his hands onto Jirou's knee, what's going to happn next; he knows that when Atobe stretches him with his fingers, Jirou moans, and that Atobe's eyes go squishy whenever Jirou moans for him. Jirou knows that when Atobe slides his hips between his thighs, that it is the most wonderful sensation on earth, and that when Atobe rolls his hips to graze just there, he'll melt into a little puddle of limp limbs, and mewl. He also knows that whenever he makes that sound, that Atobe will mentally melt into a little squishy puddle too; but of course, he's too dignified to show it. Jirou knows that. He knows that Atobe will make him mewl over and over, because Atobe cannot get enough of that sound.
Jirou knows that when his body wracks with painful, pleasurable cries, that Atobe will slow down and hold him in those strong arms as his body explodes in fluids. He knows that Atobe likes to watch the glistening liquid seep out of Jirou's body as he eases out.
Jirou knows that if he smiles, Atobe will ruffle his hair; if he curls onto his side, Atobe will spoon around his back; if he holds out his arms, Atobe will gracefully crawl forward and they'll snuggle up, and Jirou's head will be tucked under Atobe's; if he whispers 'Atobe-sama...' then Atobe will lean over to kiss his lips.
Jirou might not know a lot of things, no, but he reckons that what he does know is pretty important. After all, Jirou knows that when Atobe says, 'Ore-sama loves you, Jirou,' that Ore-sama does.
And he knows that when he says 'Jirou loves Ore-sama too, you know,' that he does.