two drabbles.
Momo/Kamio, 113 words, wherein a first kiss is exchanged, for capturesue because she is a wonderful Momo.
The first time they kiss, they've just finished a match, and they're still bickering about whether the last ball was in or out. Momo backs Kamio against the fence, fisting a hand in his shirt collar, and their faces are nearly touching. It's Momo who makes the first move, leaning in for a kiss that's more teeth than lips, an extension of the tension between them. Kamio grabs a fistful of Momo's hair and pulls hard, breaking the kiss, and Momo's ready with a million bullshit excuses for what he did, but then he feels lips and tongue and teeth on his throat, and he realizes that maybe he doesn't need an excuse.
Ryoma/Kevin wankfic, 239 words, wherein Kevin is delusional, for sparklespiff because I love her enough to try and give Kevin genatalia in my mind.
Kevin can't remember a day going by when he hasn't thought, at least once, about Echizen Ryoma. He watches tapes of Ryoma's matches over and over, thinking about how it will feel when he finally stands on the court and sees Ryoma across the net. He gets chills just thinking about it, lying on his bedroom floor and wondering what Ryoma will look like in person, if his hat will obscure the face that Kevin has grown so accustomed to seeing. He trails a hand down his torso, thinking about how, at the end of the match, Ryoma will fall to his knees in the face of Kevin's abilities.
Kevin closes his eyes and smiles, slipping a hand into his shorts as he thinks about putting Ryoma on his knees after the match, in a more private setting. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly as he imagines Ryoma congratulating him, saying he's never played anyone so amazing, and this is the least he can do to thank Kevin for the honor of playing against him, eyes wide and impressed as he looks up at Kevin. "Mada mada" is clearly the furthest thing from Ryoma's mind as he reverently takes Kevin's cock in his mouth, and Kevin strokes faster, harder, wanting to prolong the mental image, but he comes soon after, murmuring "Ryoma" and twisting on the floor, breathing hard.
Yes, Kevin thinks, I'm ready for you, Echizen Ryoma.
The first time they kiss, they've just finished a match, and they're still bickering about whether the last ball was in or out. Momo backs Kamio against the fence, fisting a hand in his shirt collar, and their faces are nearly touching. It's Momo who makes the first move, leaning in for a kiss that's more teeth than lips, an extension of the tension between them. Kamio grabs a fistful of Momo's hair and pulls hard, breaking the kiss, and Momo's ready with a million bullshit excuses for what he did, but then he feels lips and tongue and teeth on his throat, and he realizes that maybe he doesn't need an excuse.
Ryoma/Kevin wankfic, 239 words, wherein Kevin is delusional, for sparklespiff because I love her enough to try and give Kevin genatalia in my mind.
Kevin can't remember a day going by when he hasn't thought, at least once, about Echizen Ryoma. He watches tapes of Ryoma's matches over and over, thinking about how it will feel when he finally stands on the court and sees Ryoma across the net. He gets chills just thinking about it, lying on his bedroom floor and wondering what Ryoma will look like in person, if his hat will obscure the face that Kevin has grown so accustomed to seeing. He trails a hand down his torso, thinking about how, at the end of the match, Ryoma will fall to his knees in the face of Kevin's abilities.
Kevin closes his eyes and smiles, slipping a hand into his shorts as he thinks about putting Ryoma on his knees after the match, in a more private setting. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly as he imagines Ryoma congratulating him, saying he's never played anyone so amazing, and this is the least he can do to thank Kevin for the honor of playing against him, eyes wide and impressed as he looks up at Kevin. "Mada mada" is clearly the furthest thing from Ryoma's mind as he reverently takes Kevin's cock in his mouth, and Kevin strokes faster, harder, wanting to prolong the mental image, but he comes soon after, murmuring "Ryoma" and twisting on the floor, breathing hard.
Yes, Kevin thinks, I'm ready for you, Echizen Ryoma.