Prince of Tennis - Rain - Momo/Taka
Title: Rain
Pairing/Characters: Momo x Taka
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me.
Notes: This doesn't even pretend to have a plot. And was inspired by this because I can't be the only one who saw the possibilites on that page.
Momo had said that it would rain soon because he smelled it in the air. His mind was blank and open out there. He was relaxed.
And it was probably because of this that the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think about what he was saying. In retrospect, making a comment about Kawamura's physique probably was a little suggestive.
But now it was raining and Kawamura was standing in front of him, entirely unaware of the way the white fabric of his top was clinging to his skin, sinking into every curve and sharp line of his torso.
He thought of asking, but the words got stuck somewhere between his lips and were utterly lost when he pressed them to Kawamura's.
And he almost got away with it.
"M-Momo, what are you-" Kawamura said into his mouth.
Kawamura, he realized, was about to bring up a very good question. And he didn't have much of an answer.
"Well... I just... someone could see us."
"Yeah they could." Momo wiggled his eyebrows. "Doesn't that make it a little exciting?"
"Not...really." Kawamura said, frowning.
"I don't think anyone could see us back there." He pointed to a large rock behind them.
"I don't know..."
"You're so modest, Taka-san! I wonder if you'd say the same with a racket in your hand."
Kawamura just grinned, not looking Momo in the eye.
Momo closed the space between them again, pushing his hips into Kawamura, teasingly, while holding onto his back. "Well?"
The fact that they did end up behind the rock was answer enough. Momo wasted no time unbottoning Kawamura's shorts and curling his fingers around his half-hard cock, pulling fast and desperate, the motions reflected in a clumsy kiss.
He guided Kawamura's hand to his own erection where he felt a fist wrap tentatively around it, becoming more and more sure with each stroke until all he could feel were wet hands and cold, cold raindrops. He almost choked on his own orgasm, but pulled Kawamura's hand away.
"I don't want to come yet." He said, lowering down to his knees, sinking into the muddy ground below him. "You're not even out of your shirt!"
Kawamura held his hands out with gestures that indicated the reason for that should be obvious.
"I know, I know." Momo said just before flicking his tongue at the tip of Kawamura's cock. It didn't really taste the way he expected it to, but then again, he wasn't completely sure what he'd expected. He didn't even expect to get away with as much as he had. If he could have it his way, he'd have wanted to fuck Kawamura right there against that smooth rock, but even suggesting it would just get him exasperated looks. Next time, this would need to be much, much more private.
He took as much into his mouth as he could and covered the rest with his fist, pumping hard and slow while his tongue swirled around the head at the end of every stroke. Hearing Kawamura moaning above him, he looked up to see him with his eyes shut tightly and hands reaching for something to hold. But the rock behind him was smooth and flat so his hands fluttered at his sides.
Momo hadn't even realized he'd stopped to take in the sight of Kawamura writhing, panting, grasping. Then he stopped too, trembling, and looked down at Momo. "D-don't stop." he breathed.
Momo brushed some of the wet hair out of his eyes before grabbing at handfulls of Kawamura's thighs and pulling him closer, taking most of his cock into his mouth and throat. He could feel Kawamura's hips starting to jerk, quick jabs like he wasn't really in control of them. Momo held tight to his ass trying to steady him and soon realized that digging his fingers in was going to do nothing of the sort.
He pulled his head back when it felt like he might choke and just in time to feel warm liquid streaming into his mouth.
Surprising even himself, his next instinct was to pull Kawamura down. It wouldn't have been so easy, but Kawamura's knees were already buckling. Momo grabbed at the back of his head, kissing him hard, wondering if he could recognize the taste of himself. He came hard, grinding into Kawamura's stomach, already reeling. He didn't stop kissing Kawamura until he seemed ready to stand.
When they did peel away from each other, Momo realized all at once just how cold he actually was. The rain had slowed to a sort of drizzle, but still light and cool on his skin. He folded his arms across his chest. Kawamura had taken his stained shirt off and had it rolled into a ball at his side.
"Oh NOW you take your shirt off." Momo teased and when Kawamura turned to face him he realized that he had no idea what to do next.
"Taka-san, I..." Momo felt a sudden pressure that hadn't been present before. Kawamura was looking at him, waiting for him to finish what he'd started to say, and there was nothing accusing about the look itself, but... what do you say when you've just given your senpai a blowjob in the middle of the wilderness?
"I... I'm hungry." He didn't realize how true the statement was until he said it aloud, and he put his hands on his growling stomach. "Starving, actually."
"Want to get something to eat?"
And that, apparently, was that.
"Hamburgers. You're paying."
"What about sushi?"
Momo hooked an arm around Kawamura's neck and they both started making their way to the trail.
"Even better."
Pairing/Characters: Momo x Taka
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me.
Notes: This doesn't even pretend to have a plot. And was inspired by this because I can't be the only one who saw the possibilites on that page.
Momo had said that it would rain soon because he smelled it in the air. His mind was blank and open out there. He was relaxed.
And it was probably because of this that the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think about what he was saying. In retrospect, making a comment about Kawamura's physique probably was a little suggestive.
But now it was raining and Kawamura was standing in front of him, entirely unaware of the way the white fabric of his top was clinging to his skin, sinking into every curve and sharp line of his torso.
He thought of asking, but the words got stuck somewhere between his lips and were utterly lost when he pressed them to Kawamura's.
And he almost got away with it.
"M-Momo, what are you-" Kawamura said into his mouth.
Kawamura, he realized, was about to bring up a very good question. And he didn't have much of an answer.
"Well... I just... someone could see us."
"Yeah they could." Momo wiggled his eyebrows. "Doesn't that make it a little exciting?"
"Not...really." Kawamura said, frowning.
"I don't think anyone could see us back there." He pointed to a large rock behind them.
"I don't know..."
"You're so modest, Taka-san! I wonder if you'd say the same with a racket in your hand."
Kawamura just grinned, not looking Momo in the eye.
Momo closed the space between them again, pushing his hips into Kawamura, teasingly, while holding onto his back. "Well?"
The fact that they did end up behind the rock was answer enough. Momo wasted no time unbottoning Kawamura's shorts and curling his fingers around his half-hard cock, pulling fast and desperate, the motions reflected in a clumsy kiss.
He guided Kawamura's hand to his own erection where he felt a fist wrap tentatively around it, becoming more and more sure with each stroke until all he could feel were wet hands and cold, cold raindrops. He almost choked on his own orgasm, but pulled Kawamura's hand away.
"I don't want to come yet." He said, lowering down to his knees, sinking into the muddy ground below him. "You're not even out of your shirt!"
Kawamura held his hands out with gestures that indicated the reason for that should be obvious.
"I know, I know." Momo said just before flicking his tongue at the tip of Kawamura's cock. It didn't really taste the way he expected it to, but then again, he wasn't completely sure what he'd expected. He didn't even expect to get away with as much as he had. If he could have it his way, he'd have wanted to fuck Kawamura right there against that smooth rock, but even suggesting it would just get him exasperated looks. Next time, this would need to be much, much more private.
He took as much into his mouth as he could and covered the rest with his fist, pumping hard and slow while his tongue swirled around the head at the end of every stroke. Hearing Kawamura moaning above him, he looked up to see him with his eyes shut tightly and hands reaching for something to hold. But the rock behind him was smooth and flat so his hands fluttered at his sides.
Momo hadn't even realized he'd stopped to take in the sight of Kawamura writhing, panting, grasping. Then he stopped too, trembling, and looked down at Momo. "D-don't stop." he breathed.
Momo brushed some of the wet hair out of his eyes before grabbing at handfulls of Kawamura's thighs and pulling him closer, taking most of his cock into his mouth and throat. He could feel Kawamura's hips starting to jerk, quick jabs like he wasn't really in control of them. Momo held tight to his ass trying to steady him and soon realized that digging his fingers in was going to do nothing of the sort.
He pulled his head back when it felt like he might choke and just in time to feel warm liquid streaming into his mouth.
Surprising even himself, his next instinct was to pull Kawamura down. It wouldn't have been so easy, but Kawamura's knees were already buckling. Momo grabbed at the back of his head, kissing him hard, wondering if he could recognize the taste of himself. He came hard, grinding into Kawamura's stomach, already reeling. He didn't stop kissing Kawamura until he seemed ready to stand.
When they did peel away from each other, Momo realized all at once just how cold he actually was. The rain had slowed to a sort of drizzle, but still light and cool on his skin. He folded his arms across his chest. Kawamura had taken his stained shirt off and had it rolled into a ball at his side.
"Oh NOW you take your shirt off." Momo teased and when Kawamura turned to face him he realized that he had no idea what to do next.
"Taka-san, I..." Momo felt a sudden pressure that hadn't been present before. Kawamura was looking at him, waiting for him to finish what he'd started to say, and there was nothing accusing about the look itself, but... what do you say when you've just given your senpai a blowjob in the middle of the wilderness?
"I... I'm hungry." He didn't realize how true the statement was until he said it aloud, and he put his hands on his growling stomach. "Starving, actually."
"Want to get something to eat?"
And that, apparently, was that.
"Hamburgers. You're paying."
"What about sushi?"
Momo hooked an arm around Kawamura's neck and they both started making their way to the trail.
"Even better."