fic: Untitled, R
Untitled:
Rating: R
Summary: Pretty much PWP. Tezuka is horny. Sometime during Tezuka's first year in high school.
”Buchou”, Echizen hissed trying to keep his voice low. ”What the hell are you doing?”
”I'm not your captain anymore, Echizen,” Tezuka pressed a kiss on the side of his neck, ”and I'm touching you.”
Tezuka's hands were disappearing under Ryoma's clothes quite fast and stroking and touching the warm skin, making Ryoma feel excited. They were in Tezuka's room, Ryoma could hear Tezuka's parents downstairs, and he had just survived his first dinner with them and doing things that involved hands under the other one's clothes hadn't been something he had planned on doing.
”We can't, what if your mom or dad hears us?” Echizen grumbled and hold back a moan. Tezuka had found a sore spot on his back and massaged it.
”We'll keep it silent,” Tezuka muttered to somewhere in Echizen collarbone and then covered Ryoma's mouth with his own. Ryoma had still many protests running in his head but little by little they vanished, just like their clothes, until they were laying on Tezuka's bed, Tezuka heavy on Ryoma and them both panting, Tezuka's hand working between them and Ryoma trying desperately to muffle his sounds to Tezuka's skins. When, Ryoma thought, when had Tezuka became so eager? Ryoma could still remember how Tezuka had all but blushed after the first time they kissed and now, now his hand was stroking them both while Tezuka moved his hips slightly back and forward to cause more friction. Ryoma wrapped his legs around Tezuka which only encouraged Tezuka to move more and Ryoma bit his lip until it bled to keep his voice down. Tezuka noticed that and moved his mouth to kiss Ryoma, while moving and touching and making Ryoma feel so good that he gasped inside Tezuka's mouth and then the world became fuzzy and everything just felt so good.
”Buchou,” Ryoma murmured with his eyes closed, ”what the hell was that?”
Tezuka was laying beside him, stroking his stomach gently and sending pleasant shivers through Ryoma's body. ”I believe that was making love, Echizen.” His breath tickled Ryoma's ear. Ryoma rolled his eyes to the ceiling and turned to look at Tezuka, who had put his glasses on his nightstand and was now looking at him, while squinting a bit. Ryoma thought Tezuka looked vulnerable and bare without his glasses and the words that had been on tip of Ryoma's tongue changed into a lopsided smirk. He placed a kiss on Tezuka's lips and curled up nearer to him. Tezuka placed his hand over Ryoma and breathed in the smell of his hair.
They stayed like that until Ryoma's phone rang and his dad wanted to know if Ryoma was going to come and play with him anytime soon because he was bored. Ryoma told his dad to shut up and cut off the phone, but Tezuka's arched eyebrow told him to put his clothes on and find his way home. It was a school night after all, Tezuka pointed out, and they both had homework to do. Ryoma wanted to complain but a kiss from Tezuka made him resign to start searching for his clothes that had been scattered quite impressively around Tezuka's room.
Rating: R
Summary: Pretty much PWP. Tezuka is horny. Sometime during Tezuka's first year in high school.
”Buchou”, Echizen hissed trying to keep his voice low. ”What the hell are you doing?”
”I'm not your captain anymore, Echizen,” Tezuka pressed a kiss on the side of his neck, ”and I'm touching you.”
Tezuka's hands were disappearing under Ryoma's clothes quite fast and stroking and touching the warm skin, making Ryoma feel excited. They were in Tezuka's room, Ryoma could hear Tezuka's parents downstairs, and he had just survived his first dinner with them and doing things that involved hands under the other one's clothes hadn't been something he had planned on doing.
”We can't, what if your mom or dad hears us?” Echizen grumbled and hold back a moan. Tezuka had found a sore spot on his back and massaged it.
”We'll keep it silent,” Tezuka muttered to somewhere in Echizen collarbone and then covered Ryoma's mouth with his own. Ryoma had still many protests running in his head but little by little they vanished, just like their clothes, until they were laying on Tezuka's bed, Tezuka heavy on Ryoma and them both panting, Tezuka's hand working between them and Ryoma trying desperately to muffle his sounds to Tezuka's skins. When, Ryoma thought, when had Tezuka became so eager? Ryoma could still remember how Tezuka had all but blushed after the first time they kissed and now, now his hand was stroking them both while Tezuka moved his hips slightly back and forward to cause more friction. Ryoma wrapped his legs around Tezuka which only encouraged Tezuka to move more and Ryoma bit his lip until it bled to keep his voice down. Tezuka noticed that and moved his mouth to kiss Ryoma, while moving and touching and making Ryoma feel so good that he gasped inside Tezuka's mouth and then the world became fuzzy and everything just felt so good.
”Buchou,” Ryoma murmured with his eyes closed, ”what the hell was that?”
Tezuka was laying beside him, stroking his stomach gently and sending pleasant shivers through Ryoma's body. ”I believe that was making love, Echizen.” His breath tickled Ryoma's ear. Ryoma rolled his eyes to the ceiling and turned to look at Tezuka, who had put his glasses on his nightstand and was now looking at him, while squinting a bit. Ryoma thought Tezuka looked vulnerable and bare without his glasses and the words that had been on tip of Ryoma's tongue changed into a lopsided smirk. He placed a kiss on Tezuka's lips and curled up nearer to him. Tezuka placed his hand over Ryoma and breathed in the smell of his hair.
They stayed like that until Ryoma's phone rang and his dad wanted to know if Ryoma was going to come and play with him anytime soon because he was bored. Ryoma told his dad to shut up and cut off the phone, but Tezuka's arched eyebrow told him to put his clothes on and find his way home. It was a school night after all, Tezuka pointed out, and they both had homework to do. Ryoma wanted to complain but a kiss from Tezuka made him resign to start searching for his clothes that had been scattered quite impressively around Tezuka's room.