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Mar. 11th, 2007 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: Silence is Golden
Author: K8
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Summary: Fuji once again demonstrates who is in control of the relationship, Tezuka begs to differ.
“Fuji.” Tezuka spoke, tugging on the lined manacles securing him to the headboard of Fuji’s bed. Fuji crouched over him, his shirt half undone and his lips bruised from the make out session he and Tezuka had recently been indulging in.
“Tezuka.” Fuji’s tone was amused, but his open eyes were anything but. “You promised not to talk.” Placing a finger on Tezuka’s lips Fuji’s eyes slipped shut in a smile. “Do I have to get you a gag?”
Tezuka sighed, but obediently closed his mouth, signaling that he would not be talking any more. His eyes ran up and down Fuji’s naked chest, missing the ability to touch the others silky smooth skin. Fuji’s nipples had perked during their foreplay, small dark nubs in the middle of perfect quarter sized aureoles. Sliding his eyes down Fuji’s stomach Tezuka watched the other’s muscled belly clench as he moved around.
Fuji’s mouth, hot and warm and wet slid over the edge of the cuffs, his tongue sliding under the cuffs, between Tezuka’s skin and the soft padding. Tezuka shivered as Fuji’s tongue then followed the vein on the underside of his arm, the light brunet planting a kiss on Tezuka’s elbow, sucking and nipping gently at the sensitive skin.
“Fuji.” Tezuka frowned and turned his head to look at Fuji. That would leave a mark, and Tezuka had a match coming up.
“Shhh.” Fuji slid down Tezuka’s body, abandoning the others elbow to plant a kiss on his much more interesting mouth. “Can’t you be quiet for five minutes Tezuka” Fuji chuckled, kissing the edge of Tezuka’s lips, then his cheek, and the edge of his jaw. Closing his eyes Tezuka let out a soft shuddering sigh, his fingers curling around the edges of the handcuffs.
“And I usually have such trouble getting you to talk.” The pads of Fuji’s fingers tickled up his chest, nails brushing over sensitive spots. Fuji’s was straddling Tezuka’s waist, his pajama clad legs rubbing against the outsides of Tezuka’s, and his body teasing Tezuka’s cock with it’s closeness. Tezuka would have said something about teasing tensai’s, but Fuji had cautioned him about speaking, and speaking would probably only lead to more teasing.
Tezuka hoped that silence would convince Fuji to get down to business and suck his cock.
Mouth now occupied with sucking on Tezuka’s adam’s apple Fuji rubbed Tezuka’s chest, his thumbs idly stimulating Tezuka’s nipples. Swaying his hips back and forth he gently lowered them so that his crotch and Tezuka’s rubbed together, before pulling up onto his hands and knees.
Tezuka made a small noise of disappointment before he felt Fuji crawl down his body, tugging Tezuka’s boxers off his hips and enclosing Tezuka’s cock in his talented little mouth.
Oh yes, silence was golden.
Author: K8
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: R
Summary: Fuji once again demonstrates who is in control of the relationship, Tezuka begs to differ.
“Fuji.” Tezuka spoke, tugging on the lined manacles securing him to the headboard of Fuji’s bed. Fuji crouched over him, his shirt half undone and his lips bruised from the make out session he and Tezuka had recently been indulging in.
“Tezuka.” Fuji’s tone was amused, but his open eyes were anything but. “You promised not to talk.” Placing a finger on Tezuka’s lips Fuji’s eyes slipped shut in a smile. “Do I have to get you a gag?”
Tezuka sighed, but obediently closed his mouth, signaling that he would not be talking any more. His eyes ran up and down Fuji’s naked chest, missing the ability to touch the others silky smooth skin. Fuji’s nipples had perked during their foreplay, small dark nubs in the middle of perfect quarter sized aureoles. Sliding his eyes down Fuji’s stomach Tezuka watched the other’s muscled belly clench as he moved around.
Fuji’s mouth, hot and warm and wet slid over the edge of the cuffs, his tongue sliding under the cuffs, between Tezuka’s skin and the soft padding. Tezuka shivered as Fuji’s tongue then followed the vein on the underside of his arm, the light brunet planting a kiss on Tezuka’s elbow, sucking and nipping gently at the sensitive skin.
“Fuji.” Tezuka frowned and turned his head to look at Fuji. That would leave a mark, and Tezuka had a match coming up.
“Shhh.” Fuji slid down Tezuka’s body, abandoning the others elbow to plant a kiss on his much more interesting mouth. “Can’t you be quiet for five minutes Tezuka” Fuji chuckled, kissing the edge of Tezuka’s lips, then his cheek, and the edge of his jaw. Closing his eyes Tezuka let out a soft shuddering sigh, his fingers curling around the edges of the handcuffs.
“And I usually have such trouble getting you to talk.” The pads of Fuji’s fingers tickled up his chest, nails brushing over sensitive spots. Fuji’s was straddling Tezuka’s waist, his pajama clad legs rubbing against the outsides of Tezuka’s, and his body teasing Tezuka’s cock with it’s closeness. Tezuka would have said something about teasing tensai’s, but Fuji had cautioned him about speaking, and speaking would probably only lead to more teasing.
Tezuka hoped that silence would convince Fuji to get down to business and suck his cock.
Mouth now occupied with sucking on Tezuka’s adam’s apple Fuji rubbed Tezuka’s chest, his thumbs idly stimulating Tezuka’s nipples. Swaying his hips back and forth he gently lowered them so that his crotch and Tezuka’s rubbed together, before pulling up onto his hands and knees.
Tezuka made a small noise of disappointment before he felt Fuji crawl down his body, tugging Tezuka’s boxers off his hips and enclosing Tezuka’s cock in his talented little mouth.
Oh yes, silence was golden.
