Dressed To Go [R; Fuji/Kaidoh]
Title: Dressed To Go
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Kaidoh
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Konomi's, not mine.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke. Additionally, Tenimyu is a very bad influence.
Prompt: Leather (#20)
Word Count: 842
Kaidoh wasn't sure what had possessed him to let Fuji dress him. It wasn't that Fuji had bad taste so much as...tight taste.
He could breathe well enough but his pants felt stuck to his legs and he wondered if he was ever going to be able to get out of them again without losing a distressing amount of skin in the process. Fuji had been sure to smooth down his legs a little bit with baby powder before sliding on the black material - an experience that had left Kaidoh red-faced and feeling a little awkward, but which Fuji assured him would help later. Kaidoh wasn't sure he believed him but by then the things were on and they were walking, Fuji guiding him by his elbow and asking him if he liked dancing, oh was that so, he knew a place just nearby, why didn't they go in.
There were one too many strobe lights inside but aside from that, the place wasn't bad: enough room to move but not too much, allowing for friction as people closer on the dance floor. Fuji ended up behind him, hand at Kaidoh's waist, muttering, "It's full tonight" into Kaidoh's ear. Fuji's breath was warm and Kaidoh's face went red again the way it had when Fuji's hand had slid along the inside of his legs, from foot to knee and knee to thigh.
"You're tense," whispered Fuji, breath warm on Kaidoh's neck. "Close your eyes."
The music seemed to increase in volume as Kaidoh followed Fuji's words, leaning back a little, only partially recording the fact that Fuji's hands were moving slowly inward, rubbing back and forth across the spot between leg and hip. It was calming, losing himself in the warm press of Fuji's body behind him, holding him steady while allowing him to move, to sway in time to the music. Fuji's grip tightened a little more, a little more - until he felt himself being turned around. Kaidoh blinked at Fuji, wanting to ask but not know what. Fuji leaned in and for a moment Kaidoh thought he was going to kiss him; instead Fuji smiled, pulling Kaidoh closer, his cheek brushing just barely against his. Kaidoh kept dancing, letting Fuji lead him, skin tingling, anticipation sharp in his stomach when Fuji's hands slid from his waist down, rubbing against the warmed leather and gripping -
- and then he was being pulled, feeling a little bit dazed, wondering where his senpai was taking him and ignoring the knowing looks people were shooting him. They passed by the bathroom and Fuji kept walking, pushing their way outside and closing the door behind them before shoving Kaidoh against the wall and staring at him. His blue eyes looked cold - darker than Kaidoh could remember seeing them before. "Fuji-senpai -" he started to say before he was cut off, Fuji's lips pressing softly to his.
One thing Kaidoh didn't notice until right then was the velcro - he heard it only when Fuji's hand slid down his stomach, stopping for a quick second before tugging, the material coming undone with a rather easy snap. Kaidoh opened his mouth to ask something and Fuji pulled away for a quick second before pushing against Kaidoh, his tongue slipping along Kaidoh's lips before sliding inside his mouth. His hand moved beneath the warm leather, rubbing against Kaidoh's cock; he'd been hard for a while now, since feeling Fuji's hips aligned with his on the dance floor, rocking against him.
Fuji's fingers were thin and hot, snaking down and around the length of his cock, pulling up in fast, measured movements. Kaidoh hissed and Fuji bit down into his lip, enough to hurt - possibly enough to bleed. Kaidoh didn't care right then, too focused on the hand stroking him and how close he felt, how warm everything seemed to get when Fuji spoke his name, saying nothing more than "Kaidoh, now," until Kaidoh was coming, head bowed low and cheeks flushed. His body shook and Fuji pressed closer, hand slowing gradually, drawing somewhat-involuntary moans from Kaidoh's mouth.
He didn't open his eyes again until he felt the velcro secured again, Fuji's hand withdrawn. He looked at a spot just behind Fuji's shoulder, clearing his throat to ask if maybe they should go back and get a tissue or something -
Fuji smiled. "I came prepared," he said easily and Kaidoh saw him shoving something into his pockets. He gave Fuji a look but Fuji just continued to smile at him, perhaps even wider.
"...maybe we should go back inside," said Kaidoh, feeling fifty different types of awkward and beginning to wonder if he was supposed to ask about Fuji, if he was supposed to...reciprocate.
Fuji pulled open the door, waiting for Kaidoh to walk through it, sliding one hand across Kaidoh's hip. "You dance well," he said simply.
"Uh...thanks," Kaidoh stuttered.
Fuji's eyes widened, blue irises brighter than before. "I hope you're free next week."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Kaidoh
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Konomi's, not mine.
Notes: Done for 50_smutlets. My subject is Fuji Syuusuke. Additionally, Tenimyu is a very bad influence.
Prompt: Leather (#20)
Word Count: 842
Kaidoh wasn't sure what had possessed him to let Fuji dress him. It wasn't that Fuji had bad taste so much as...tight taste.
He could breathe well enough but his pants felt stuck to his legs and he wondered if he was ever going to be able to get out of them again without losing a distressing amount of skin in the process. Fuji had been sure to smooth down his legs a little bit with baby powder before sliding on the black material - an experience that had left Kaidoh red-faced and feeling a little awkward, but which Fuji assured him would help later. Kaidoh wasn't sure he believed him but by then the things were on and they were walking, Fuji guiding him by his elbow and asking him if he liked dancing, oh was that so, he knew a place just nearby, why didn't they go in.
There were one too many strobe lights inside but aside from that, the place wasn't bad: enough room to move but not too much, allowing for friction as people closer on the dance floor. Fuji ended up behind him, hand at Kaidoh's waist, muttering, "It's full tonight" into Kaidoh's ear. Fuji's breath was warm and Kaidoh's face went red again the way it had when Fuji's hand had slid along the inside of his legs, from foot to knee and knee to thigh.
"You're tense," whispered Fuji, breath warm on Kaidoh's neck. "Close your eyes."
The music seemed to increase in volume as Kaidoh followed Fuji's words, leaning back a little, only partially recording the fact that Fuji's hands were moving slowly inward, rubbing back and forth across the spot between leg and hip. It was calming, losing himself in the warm press of Fuji's body behind him, holding him steady while allowing him to move, to sway in time to the music. Fuji's grip tightened a little more, a little more - until he felt himself being turned around. Kaidoh blinked at Fuji, wanting to ask but not know what. Fuji leaned in and for a moment Kaidoh thought he was going to kiss him; instead Fuji smiled, pulling Kaidoh closer, his cheek brushing just barely against his. Kaidoh kept dancing, letting Fuji lead him, skin tingling, anticipation sharp in his stomach when Fuji's hands slid from his waist down, rubbing against the warmed leather and gripping -
- and then he was being pulled, feeling a little bit dazed, wondering where his senpai was taking him and ignoring the knowing looks people were shooting him. They passed by the bathroom and Fuji kept walking, pushing their way outside and closing the door behind them before shoving Kaidoh against the wall and staring at him. His blue eyes looked cold - darker than Kaidoh could remember seeing them before. "Fuji-senpai -" he started to say before he was cut off, Fuji's lips pressing softly to his.
One thing Kaidoh didn't notice until right then was the velcro - he heard it only when Fuji's hand slid down his stomach, stopping for a quick second before tugging, the material coming undone with a rather easy snap. Kaidoh opened his mouth to ask something and Fuji pulled away for a quick second before pushing against Kaidoh, his tongue slipping along Kaidoh's lips before sliding inside his mouth. His hand moved beneath the warm leather, rubbing against Kaidoh's cock; he'd been hard for a while now, since feeling Fuji's hips aligned with his on the dance floor, rocking against him.
Fuji's fingers were thin and hot, snaking down and around the length of his cock, pulling up in fast, measured movements. Kaidoh hissed and Fuji bit down into his lip, enough to hurt - possibly enough to bleed. Kaidoh didn't care right then, too focused on the hand stroking him and how close he felt, how warm everything seemed to get when Fuji spoke his name, saying nothing more than "Kaidoh, now," until Kaidoh was coming, head bowed low and cheeks flushed. His body shook and Fuji pressed closer, hand slowing gradually, drawing somewhat-involuntary moans from Kaidoh's mouth.
He didn't open his eyes again until he felt the velcro secured again, Fuji's hand withdrawn. He looked at a spot just behind Fuji's shoulder, clearing his throat to ask if maybe they should go back and get a tissue or something -
Fuji smiled. "I came prepared," he said easily and Kaidoh saw him shoving something into his pockets. He gave Fuji a look but Fuji just continued to smile at him, perhaps even wider.
"...maybe we should go back inside," said Kaidoh, feeling fifty different types of awkward and beginning to wonder if he was supposed to ask about Fuji, if he was supposed to...reciprocate.
Fuji pulled open the door, waiting for Kaidoh to walk through it, sliding one hand across Kaidoh's hip. "You dance well," he said simply.
"Uh...thanks," Kaidoh stuttered.
Fuji's eyes widened, blue irises brighter than before. "I hope you're free next week."