The White One [R; Fuji/Yuuta]
Title: The White One
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Yuuta
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, Konomi's.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke.
Prompt: Thigh Highs (#45)
Word Count: 709
Yuuta's face is bright red, forcing himself to avert his eyes from where Fuji stands. The lights are dimmer in Yumiko's room, casting a soft pink on Fuji's skin, which peeks out from between the short white skirt and the matching thigh highs. Fuji's thin fingers adjust the metal clasps, clicking them securely into place. He looks at Yuuta through the mirror, one hand hand resting at his stomach. "Do you like it?" he asks, his voice kind and gentle, blue eyes sharp and watchful.
"Aniki...why are you dressed like that?" asks Yuuta, still standing in the doorway. He tries not to notice the thin film of gloss across his brother's lips, how it shimmers when he rubs them together.
Fuji lowers his gaze, focusing on Yuuta's left hand that fidgets with a loose thread from his pants. "Will you help me with something?" he asks, turning around.
Yuuta blinks. He can't help it: Fuji's face is bright, his features accented here and there by thin stripes of pink. His eyes look even more mysterious, more held back than usual. Yuuta walks forward, his pulse beating hard in his ears, limbs heavy with awkwardness. He stops just as Fuji leans in, lips bright, eyes wide. Something thin and light is pressed into his hand. He opens his palm and looks down to find a delicate white clip - one of his sister's favourites.
"Did Neechan say you could borrow this?" he asks.
Fuji looks at Yuuta, tilting his head to the right. He waits until Yuuta sighs, un-clicking the clip, raising his eyes to Fuji's hair, lifting his hands and hesitantly running them through Fuji's hair; brushing back brown strands from his brother's face and hooking them together with a snap.
Yuuta doesn't notice how close Fuji is until he finishes. The glossed, wet lips are not much more than an inch away; before he can pull back, Fuji's hand is at his waist, fingers threading through the empty belt loops and tugging close. "Do you like it?" he whispers.
"Um..." says Yuuta.
Fuji's lips brush against Yuuta's teasingly before he presses his cheek to his brother's, words soft on Yuuta's ear. "You liked the black," he says.
Yuuta stammers a little as he speaks. "A-Aniki..." His hand is guided easily to the round metal clasp on Fuji's left thigh. He rubs against it, one finger slipping between the sheer white material covering Fuji's legs and the warm skin underneath.
His legs bump against the bed frame and Fuji's teeth bite down. Yuuta's cock hardens, his chest tight with anticipation, one hand playing with the metal clasp as Fuji straddles him.
It's only the second time they've done this but somehow, Fuji knows. Yuuta isn't really surprised. He makes very little effort to stop the moans that issue from his mouth as he touches, licks, bites the skin he finds most enticing: the few inches between thigh highs and skirt. There's less showing now and it makes Yuuta want more.
Aniki probably planned that.
Yuuta exhales against Fuji's mouth before their lips meet. He can taste the strawberry of his sister's lip gloss on Fuji's mouth and he bites down, kissing hard. Fuji's hands are swift, unzipping and stroking. Yuuta pulls up on Fuji's skirt, hips arching upward when he realises that there's nothing beneath the soft fabric except Fuji's skin, hot and soft. He hitches up the skirt a little further until their bodies slide together, Fuji's cock pressing against his stomach.
Their clothing rustles as they shift and thrust. Fuji's breathing is slow, the sounds in his throat higher than Yuuta's, gentler. Yuuta hooks one of his legs around Fuji's, wanting to be closer, to wrap around and blend together as much as possible. Fuji strains against him, Yuuta's fingers running through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back - gripping hard, fast and tight. His nails dig down into the skin at the base of Fuji's back as he comes, warm and wet between their bodies. Fuji's cock drags against his hip, his forehead pressed to Yuuta's and he moans. Fuji comes hard, thick beneath his sister's borrowed skirt.
"I like the white too," whispers Yuuta before closing his eyes.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Yuuta
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, Konomi's.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke.
Prompt: Thigh Highs (#45)
Word Count: 709
Yuuta's face is bright red, forcing himself to avert his eyes from where Fuji stands. The lights are dimmer in Yumiko's room, casting a soft pink on Fuji's skin, which peeks out from between the short white skirt and the matching thigh highs. Fuji's thin fingers adjust the metal clasps, clicking them securely into place. He looks at Yuuta through the mirror, one hand hand resting at his stomach. "Do you like it?" he asks, his voice kind and gentle, blue eyes sharp and watchful.
"Aniki...why are you dressed like that?" asks Yuuta, still standing in the doorway. He tries not to notice the thin film of gloss across his brother's lips, how it shimmers when he rubs them together.
Fuji lowers his gaze, focusing on Yuuta's left hand that fidgets with a loose thread from his pants. "Will you help me with something?" he asks, turning around.
Yuuta blinks. He can't help it: Fuji's face is bright, his features accented here and there by thin stripes of pink. His eyes look even more mysterious, more held back than usual. Yuuta walks forward, his pulse beating hard in his ears, limbs heavy with awkwardness. He stops just as Fuji leans in, lips bright, eyes wide. Something thin and light is pressed into his hand. He opens his palm and looks down to find a delicate white clip - one of his sister's favourites.
"Did Neechan say you could borrow this?" he asks.
Fuji looks at Yuuta, tilting his head to the right. He waits until Yuuta sighs, un-clicking the clip, raising his eyes to Fuji's hair, lifting his hands and hesitantly running them through Fuji's hair; brushing back brown strands from his brother's face and hooking them together with a snap.
Yuuta doesn't notice how close Fuji is until he finishes. The glossed, wet lips are not much more than an inch away; before he can pull back, Fuji's hand is at his waist, fingers threading through the empty belt loops and tugging close. "Do you like it?" he whispers.
"Um..." says Yuuta.
Fuji's lips brush against Yuuta's teasingly before he presses his cheek to his brother's, words soft on Yuuta's ear. "You liked the black," he says.
Yuuta stammers a little as he speaks. "A-Aniki..." His hand is guided easily to the round metal clasp on Fuji's left thigh. He rubs against it, one finger slipping between the sheer white material covering Fuji's legs and the warm skin underneath.
His legs bump against the bed frame and Fuji's teeth bite down. Yuuta's cock hardens, his chest tight with anticipation, one hand playing with the metal clasp as Fuji straddles him.
It's only the second time they've done this but somehow, Fuji knows. Yuuta isn't really surprised. He makes very little effort to stop the moans that issue from his mouth as he touches, licks, bites the skin he finds most enticing: the few inches between thigh highs and skirt. There's less showing now and it makes Yuuta want more.
Aniki probably planned that.
Yuuta exhales against Fuji's mouth before their lips meet. He can taste the strawberry of his sister's lip gloss on Fuji's mouth and he bites down, kissing hard. Fuji's hands are swift, unzipping and stroking. Yuuta pulls up on Fuji's skirt, hips arching upward when he realises that there's nothing beneath the soft fabric except Fuji's skin, hot and soft. He hitches up the skirt a little further until their bodies slide together, Fuji's cock pressing against his stomach.
Their clothing rustles as they shift and thrust. Fuji's breathing is slow, the sounds in his throat higher than Yuuta's, gentler. Yuuta hooks one of his legs around Fuji's, wanting to be closer, to wrap around and blend together as much as possible. Fuji strains against him, Yuuta's fingers running through his hair, over his shoulders, down his back - gripping hard, fast and tight. His nails dig down into the skin at the base of Fuji's back as he comes, warm and wet between their bodies. Fuji's cock drags against his hip, his forehead pressed to Yuuta's and he moans. Fuji comes hard, thick beneath his sister's borrowed skirt.
"I like the white too," whispers Yuuta before closing his eyes.