V-day prezzie fic dump
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kat8chaDream Pair
Eiji grinned as he stepped up behind Fuji. Fuji was tilting his head back with his camera held in front of him, obviously trying to capture the perfect shot. Eiji was being Eeeeeeeeeeextra sneaky in order to sneak up on his friend. “Hug me and I’ll lose the shot Eiji.” Fuji stated without even looking back. Eiji pouted and slumped slightly, he had just been ready to pounce too.
“Mou, Fujiko. So mean.” He whined, scuffing at the dirt slightly. Fuji snapped the picture before turning with a small smile. He chuckled at Eiji’s pouting before he flicked his fingers lightly on the others brow.
“C’mon, let’s go get ice-cream.” Eiji brightened and he bounced along the snowy park path. It was really a little cold to be going out for ice-cream but Eiji had wanted to and Fuji had agreed. As Eiji put it ‘it’s always the season for ice-cream!’ Stepping into the little ice-cream shop both boys stepped up to the counter and bought a cone. Eiji ordered a strawberry/chocolate double scoop while Fuji ordered a wasabi single and both boys sat down in a booth in the corner to eat their cones.
“I don’t know why you order that flavor.” Eiji said sticking out his tongue at Fuji. “It’s gross.” Fuji chuckled again.
“Saa, I do it so you don’t steal my ice-cream.” Fuji said with a grin. Eiji made a face before both boys ate their ice-cream in silence.
“Ne, Fujiko, do you think two boys liking each other is weird?” Eiji asked softly, looking at his melting cone with a trouble face. Fuji looked at the other surprised.
“No.” He stated simply, licking around the edge of his cone. Had Eiji finally admitted to liking Oishi maybe? Or vice-versa? “There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Nya….” Eiji took another lick of his cone before nodding decisively. “Good.” And then he leaned across the booth and kissed Fuji. Fuji sat there shocked until Eiji pulled away with a disgusted face. “Seriously that ice-creams nasty!” He exclaimed, wiping his lips off with a napkin. He grinned at Fuji then for a second. “Nya, but you’re tasty!” He declared before bouncing up out of the booth. Fuji felt a blush crawl up his cheeks as his mind slowly caught up to what had gone on. Then he burst from the booth, tossed his half finished melting cone in the trash and raced after Eiji. Catching up with the other boy as he skipped down the street Fuji grabbed Eiji’s arm.
“Eiji… did you?” Eiji nodded at him and Fuji gave him a confused look.
“But I thought you and Oishi….” Eiji laughed.
“Course not! Oishi and I are the Golden Pair! But us…” Eiji hugged Fuji with a grin. “We’re the Dream Pair Nya!!!” Fuji blinked in confusion and Eiji snickered. “What I mean is,” and he looked furtively around before kissing Fuji again. “I’ve dreamed about this.” Fuji stared at Eiji slightly before snickering.
“Were they fun dreams?” He asked and Eiji nodded.
“Nya, had to change my sheets after every one of em.”
Silver Pair
Shishido scowled at the mirror as he ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn’t allowed it to grow out since he had cut it back in Junior High, mainly because Shishido thought that his haircut showed his dedication to tennis. Plus it was easier to take care of when it wasn’t so long, shaved ten minutes off his morning routine. Which was good, because that meant ten more minutes of Choutarou time. And yes, Shishido knew it was a little silly to label time spent in the company of his cute kouhei but he couldn’t help it. Choutarou time was special and deserved to be named and labeled and stored in separate memory boxes then the ones the rest of the team were housed in.
“Shishido-senpai?” And there was Choutarou now, knocking at his door with a sleepy expression in his eyes. “Are you going down to breakfast?” Shishido smirked slightly at his kouhei. It was a habit of Choutarou’s to check and make sure Shishido was eating, and when Shishido didn’t (because he had days where he just didn’t feel like it damn it) Choutarou would worry, and worry, and worry until finally Shishido gave up and ate something, anything, to make him stop hovering.
“Yes Choutarou. And you know you can call me Ryou.” Shishido stated, smoothing his hair again and grabbing his trademark blue cap. In the doorway Choutarou blushed.
“That’d be disrespectful Shishido-senp-“ He was cut off as Shishido walked over and pulled him down for a kiss. The blush reddened on Choutarou’s lips as Shishido slipped his tongue between the other’s lips. Choutarou tasted like peppermint, which made sense since he’d probably just brushed his teeth. Breaking the kiss Shishido grinned.
“Ryou. Say it with me…” Choutarou blushed heavily and stared at his feet. Which was a little difficult since Shishido was in the way, so really he was staring at Shishido instead. Shishido ran his fingers through his kouhei’s hair.
“R-ryou-senpai.” The silver haired teen eventually stuttered out and Shishido grinned, patting the others head before heading out the door.
“C’mon, breakfast waits for no man.” He called back cheerily.
Stoics
Sanada groaned as Tezuka took him into his mouth. He was leaning against the wall of Rikkai’s clubhouse. He had been surprised when his lover had showed up after practice with a hungry look in his eyes but not too surprised. It had been a week since he and Tezuka had been together. Tezuka, Sanada had once said teasingly, was a sex addict. He seemed to bottle up all of his teenage hormones under his stoic façade and then unleash them later on Sanada. Not that Sanada minded at all, he did just about the same. And since both of them were in charge of two teams filled with hormonal and insanely sexual teenage boys… It got hard sometimes. Like when Sanada had walked in on Niou and Yagyuu having sex in the shower and hadn’t been sure which was which as both looked like Niou at the time. Or when Tezuka discovered Fuji having his way with Jiroh Akutagawa behind some trees.
Sanda groaned as Tezuka started humming around his cock, dragging his mind back into the here and now. “Cockslut.” He growled as he gripped Tezuka’s hair. “You’re just hungry for it today aren’t you.” Tezuka nodded his head slightly as he sucked harder, warm heat overriding Sanada’s brain and triggering his baser impulses. He game with a shout and tugged harder on Tezuka’s hair to pull the other off his cock and allow the seme to splatter over the others face. Tezuka took off his glasses and wiped them clean on his jersey before standing and wiping the cum off with his fingers. Tezuka sucked the fingers into his mouth to clean them. Laying back with a sigh Sanada watched with half lidded hungry eyes.
“Kikumaru was giving Oishi a blowjob in the clubroom.” Tezuka stated and then placed his glasses back on his nose. “You?”
“Kirihara and Bunta, they had cake.” Was all Sanada said.
SanaTezuRyo
Ryoma blinked up at Sanada and Tezuka as their shadows fell over him in the park. He smirked at the two taller men as he sat on the bench. Rolling up the wrapper from the burger he’d just eaten Ryoma tossed it in the trash basket. “Mada mada dane, koi-tachi.” He murmured. “That took you longer then I thought it would.”
“…you told us to meet you at the park. You never told us which park.” Sanada glared slightly and Ryoma smirked.
“And this park is a good twenty minute walk from your apartment, versus the three other parks that are five minutes away.” Tezuka gave Ryoma an icy look. Ryoma simply kept smirking.
“But I told you to meet me at *the * park.” Ryoma stated, getting up from the bench and walking away. Sanada and Tezuka blinked at his back before following.
“The park?” Sanada questioned. What was so special about this park anyway… It did look familiar though. Tezuka looked around as Ryoma walked off the path and into the trees on the side. Looking at Sanada Tezuka quirked his eyebrow a millimeter. Sanada nodded his head a fraction of an inch. Both followed their shorter lover off the path. Ryoma was leaning against a tree, smirking as they stepped up to him.
“Doesn’t this tree look familiar?” Ryoma asked. Tezuka and Sanada frowned before shaking their heads. Ryoma smirked.
“It’s where we all kissed for the first time.”
OT5
It was the slow sound of flesh against flesh that led Tezuka down the empty stairway to see just who was out and about breaking curfew at the tennis camp. He himself had been appointed as dorm supervisor and as such had a much later curfew then the others. Walking down the steps Tezuka idly realized that the sound was less like that of people fighting and more like… Tezuka flushed and halted in his tracks. It was still breaking curfew, though Tezuka didn’t want to know *why * they were jerking off in the hallway. As he started walking down the stairs again Tezuka supposed that with roommates and all jerking off in one’s room could be a little… odd. Still- the hallway?
Stepping off the bottom of the steps Tezuka looked both ways. On the left he saw two shadows moving together and he walked purposefully that way, hoping that maybe the two would hear his footsteps and break apart. Unfortunately for him they didn’t. As he stepped closer Tezuka could idly make out the lines of the two bodies. Two males? He thought to himself with a frown. The blush on his cheek s worsened. Stepping up behind them he cleared his throat. When that didn’t stop the two males Tezuka gritted his teeth before speaking.
“You’re breaking curfew.” He said coldly, hoping the darkness would hide his blush. The two figures stopped their movements and broke away from each other.
“Saa Tezuka, we thought you’d be in bed already.” Fuji purred from where he was leaning against the wall. His shirt was untucked and barely hid what his undone pants were showing. His partner glared as he hurriedly tucked himself in.
“Otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to this.” Sanada growled. Tezuka’s blush worsened. He was also just the tiniest bit aroused. It wasn’t his fault, but seeing one’s best friend (and long time wet dream) and his current crush (also a long running wet dream) jerking each other off was… really hot.
“Saa, it’s not like Tezuka minds.” Fuji hummed, slipping his hand down to start stroking his recently abandoned erection. “Can’t you see he likes it Genichirou?” Sanada growled slightly his eyes shifting between the heavily blushing Tezuka, and Fuji.
“If you won’t be playing with him Genichirou, I’ll take Fuji off your hands.” A familiar arrogant voice came from behind Tezuka and he turned to find Atobe standing there with Ryoma under one arm. Ryoma smirked at his captain before waving slightly at Fuji. Fuji smirked and gave a small groan.
Tezuka was quickly finding his pants uncomfortable. Add in his rival (read- other long time wet dream) and protégé (heavy guilt filled long time wet dream) and Tezuka was three steps away from loosing coherent thought.
“We should take buchou too.” Ryoma stated, all eyes turned to him and he smirked in the direction of Tezuka’s pants. “He likes what he sees.” Ryoma sing songed. Everyone’s eyes were riveted on the bulge in Tezuka’s pants after that statement. Except for Ryoma and Fuji who traded smirks before eyeing Tezuka.
“Ne, Kunimitsu. Is that for me?” Fuji asked. Tezuka’s cock twitched inside of his pants and Fuji grinned dangerously. Sanada cleared his throat.
“Thank you for your offer of help Keigo,” he said huskily. “But I think I can manage.” Ryoma slipped out of Atobe’s arms and quickly was pressed against Sanada’s front.
“But wouldn’t it be more fun together?” He asked and Sanada closed his eyes as Ryoma pressed against his groin.
“…maybe.” Sanada growled out. Atobe grinned and stepped behind Tezuka to push him onto Fuji before he and Ryoma dragged Sanada over. Tezuka, having taken those three steps to incoherency, had no complaints.
Fuji/Atobe
Fuji pressed Atobe back onto the bed. “Best boyfriend ever.” He groaned as he took control of the others mouth. Atobe grinned as he allowed Fuji to control the kiss.
“So you liked your present? I was worried that the little apples would be too much.” He groaned as Fuji quickly divested him of his clothes, his lover kissing his neck and shoulders as he went. Fuji chuckled wryly before sucking on Atobe’s pulse point.
“They were Fuji apples Atobe. How could I not like them?” he murmured. Atobe groaned at the vibrations against his throat.
“You didn’t think they were cheesy?” Atobe questioned. Fuji grinned and kissed at his lips lightly. It was a side of Atobe Keigo very few people got to see; insecure and questioning, his lover was not always sure he was in the right with his actions. However in the public eye ‘ore-sama’ had to remain in control, it was only in the bedroom he let go and allowed another to lead.
“No, I thought the apples were tart.” He kissed Atobe’s lips lightly again, “and crisp.” Another chaste kiss. “And just right.” He slipped Atobe some tongue on that one. Atobe smirked into the kiss, sucking lightly on Fuji’s tongue.
“Of course, only the best for you.” He stated with a grin. Fuji smiled and started stroking Atobe’s member slowly. Atobe groaned before he realized Fuji was still dressed and quickly set about ridding his lover of his clothes. They spent their time trading heated kisses and hot touches. As Fuji entered Atobe both boys groaned, becoming more vocal as Fuji set up a fast snapping rhythm with his hips. Atobe gripped at Fuji’s shoulders leaving long scratches down the others back. As both men worked each other towards the bring of orgasm they kissed, shouting each other’s name as they crossed the threshold together.
Afterwards as they lay in sweaty post-coital sweetness they traded languid kisses and slow emotion filled touches. “Love you.” Fuji murmured against Atobe’s lips as he gazed into his lovers eyes.
“Love you back.” Atobe said softly before kissing Fuji.
Eiji grinned as he stepped up behind Fuji. Fuji was tilting his head back with his camera held in front of him, obviously trying to capture the perfect shot. Eiji was being Eeeeeeeeeeextra sneaky in order to sneak up on his friend. “Hug me and I’ll lose the shot Eiji.” Fuji stated without even looking back. Eiji pouted and slumped slightly, he had just been ready to pounce too.
“Mou, Fujiko. So mean.” He whined, scuffing at the dirt slightly. Fuji snapped the picture before turning with a small smile. He chuckled at Eiji’s pouting before he flicked his fingers lightly on the others brow.
“C’mon, let’s go get ice-cream.” Eiji brightened and he bounced along the snowy park path. It was really a little cold to be going out for ice-cream but Eiji had wanted to and Fuji had agreed. As Eiji put it ‘it’s always the season for ice-cream!’ Stepping into the little ice-cream shop both boys stepped up to the counter and bought a cone. Eiji ordered a strawberry/chocolate double scoop while Fuji ordered a wasabi single and both boys sat down in a booth in the corner to eat their cones.
“I don’t know why you order that flavor.” Eiji said sticking out his tongue at Fuji. “It’s gross.” Fuji chuckled again.
“Saa, I do it so you don’t steal my ice-cream.” Fuji said with a grin. Eiji made a face before both boys ate their ice-cream in silence.
“Ne, Fujiko, do you think two boys liking each other is weird?” Eiji asked softly, looking at his melting cone with a trouble face. Fuji looked at the other surprised.
“No.” He stated simply, licking around the edge of his cone. Had Eiji finally admitted to liking Oishi maybe? Or vice-versa? “There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Nya….” Eiji took another lick of his cone before nodding decisively. “Good.” And then he leaned across the booth and kissed Fuji. Fuji sat there shocked until Eiji pulled away with a disgusted face. “Seriously that ice-creams nasty!” He exclaimed, wiping his lips off with a napkin. He grinned at Fuji then for a second. “Nya, but you’re tasty!” He declared before bouncing up out of the booth. Fuji felt a blush crawl up his cheeks as his mind slowly caught up to what had gone on. Then he burst from the booth, tossed his half finished melting cone in the trash and raced after Eiji. Catching up with the other boy as he skipped down the street Fuji grabbed Eiji’s arm.
“Eiji… did you?” Eiji nodded at him and Fuji gave him a confused look.
“But I thought you and Oishi….” Eiji laughed.
“Course not! Oishi and I are the Golden Pair! But us…” Eiji hugged Fuji with a grin. “We’re the Dream Pair Nya!!!” Fuji blinked in confusion and Eiji snickered. “What I mean is,” and he looked furtively around before kissing Fuji again. “I’ve dreamed about this.” Fuji stared at Eiji slightly before snickering.
“Were they fun dreams?” He asked and Eiji nodded.
“Nya, had to change my sheets after every one of em.”
Silver Pair
Shishido scowled at the mirror as he ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn’t allowed it to grow out since he had cut it back in Junior High, mainly because Shishido thought that his haircut showed his dedication to tennis. Plus it was easier to take care of when it wasn’t so long, shaved ten minutes off his morning routine. Which was good, because that meant ten more minutes of Choutarou time. And yes, Shishido knew it was a little silly to label time spent in the company of his cute kouhei but he couldn’t help it. Choutarou time was special and deserved to be named and labeled and stored in separate memory boxes then the ones the rest of the team were housed in.
“Shishido-senpai?” And there was Choutarou now, knocking at his door with a sleepy expression in his eyes. “Are you going down to breakfast?” Shishido smirked slightly at his kouhei. It was a habit of Choutarou’s to check and make sure Shishido was eating, and when Shishido didn’t (because he had days where he just didn’t feel like it damn it) Choutarou would worry, and worry, and worry until finally Shishido gave up and ate something, anything, to make him stop hovering.
“Yes Choutarou. And you know you can call me Ryou.” Shishido stated, smoothing his hair again and grabbing his trademark blue cap. In the doorway Choutarou blushed.
“That’d be disrespectful Shishido-senp-“ He was cut off as Shishido walked over and pulled him down for a kiss. The blush reddened on Choutarou’s lips as Shishido slipped his tongue between the other’s lips. Choutarou tasted like peppermint, which made sense since he’d probably just brushed his teeth. Breaking the kiss Shishido grinned.
“Ryou. Say it with me…” Choutarou blushed heavily and stared at his feet. Which was a little difficult since Shishido was in the way, so really he was staring at Shishido instead. Shishido ran his fingers through his kouhei’s hair.
“R-ryou-senpai.” The silver haired teen eventually stuttered out and Shishido grinned, patting the others head before heading out the door.
“C’mon, breakfast waits for no man.” He called back cheerily.
Stoics
Sanada groaned as Tezuka took him into his mouth. He was leaning against the wall of Rikkai’s clubhouse. He had been surprised when his lover had showed up after practice with a hungry look in his eyes but not too surprised. It had been a week since he and Tezuka had been together. Tezuka, Sanada had once said teasingly, was a sex addict. He seemed to bottle up all of his teenage hormones under his stoic façade and then unleash them later on Sanada. Not that Sanada minded at all, he did just about the same. And since both of them were in charge of two teams filled with hormonal and insanely sexual teenage boys… It got hard sometimes. Like when Sanada had walked in on Niou and Yagyuu having sex in the shower and hadn’t been sure which was which as both looked like Niou at the time. Or when Tezuka discovered Fuji having his way with Jiroh Akutagawa behind some trees.
Sanda groaned as Tezuka started humming around his cock, dragging his mind back into the here and now. “Cockslut.” He growled as he gripped Tezuka’s hair. “You’re just hungry for it today aren’t you.” Tezuka nodded his head slightly as he sucked harder, warm heat overriding Sanada’s brain and triggering his baser impulses. He game with a shout and tugged harder on Tezuka’s hair to pull the other off his cock and allow the seme to splatter over the others face. Tezuka took off his glasses and wiped them clean on his jersey before standing and wiping the cum off with his fingers. Tezuka sucked the fingers into his mouth to clean them. Laying back with a sigh Sanada watched with half lidded hungry eyes.
“Kikumaru was giving Oishi a blowjob in the clubroom.” Tezuka stated and then placed his glasses back on his nose. “You?”
“Kirihara and Bunta, they had cake.” Was all Sanada said.
SanaTezuRyo
Ryoma blinked up at Sanada and Tezuka as their shadows fell over him in the park. He smirked at the two taller men as he sat on the bench. Rolling up the wrapper from the burger he’d just eaten Ryoma tossed it in the trash basket. “Mada mada dane, koi-tachi.” He murmured. “That took you longer then I thought it would.”
“…you told us to meet you at the park. You never told us which park.” Sanada glared slightly and Ryoma smirked.
“And this park is a good twenty minute walk from your apartment, versus the three other parks that are five minutes away.” Tezuka gave Ryoma an icy look. Ryoma simply kept smirking.
“But I told you to meet me at *the * park.” Ryoma stated, getting up from the bench and walking away. Sanada and Tezuka blinked at his back before following.
“The park?” Sanada questioned. What was so special about this park anyway… It did look familiar though. Tezuka looked around as Ryoma walked off the path and into the trees on the side. Looking at Sanada Tezuka quirked his eyebrow a millimeter. Sanada nodded his head a fraction of an inch. Both followed their shorter lover off the path. Ryoma was leaning against a tree, smirking as they stepped up to him.
“Doesn’t this tree look familiar?” Ryoma asked. Tezuka and Sanada frowned before shaking their heads. Ryoma smirked.
“It’s where we all kissed for the first time.”
OT5
It was the slow sound of flesh against flesh that led Tezuka down the empty stairway to see just who was out and about breaking curfew at the tennis camp. He himself had been appointed as dorm supervisor and as such had a much later curfew then the others. Walking down the steps Tezuka idly realized that the sound was less like that of people fighting and more like… Tezuka flushed and halted in his tracks. It was still breaking curfew, though Tezuka didn’t want to know *why * they were jerking off in the hallway. As he started walking down the stairs again Tezuka supposed that with roommates and all jerking off in one’s room could be a little… odd. Still- the hallway?
Stepping off the bottom of the steps Tezuka looked both ways. On the left he saw two shadows moving together and he walked purposefully that way, hoping that maybe the two would hear his footsteps and break apart. Unfortunately for him they didn’t. As he stepped closer Tezuka could idly make out the lines of the two bodies. Two males? He thought to himself with a frown. The blush on his cheek s worsened. Stepping up behind them he cleared his throat. When that didn’t stop the two males Tezuka gritted his teeth before speaking.
“You’re breaking curfew.” He said coldly, hoping the darkness would hide his blush. The two figures stopped their movements and broke away from each other.
“Saa Tezuka, we thought you’d be in bed already.” Fuji purred from where he was leaning against the wall. His shirt was untucked and barely hid what his undone pants were showing. His partner glared as he hurriedly tucked himself in.
“Otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to this.” Sanada growled. Tezuka’s blush worsened. He was also just the tiniest bit aroused. It wasn’t his fault, but seeing one’s best friend (and long time wet dream) and his current crush (also a long running wet dream) jerking each other off was… really hot.
“Saa, it’s not like Tezuka minds.” Fuji hummed, slipping his hand down to start stroking his recently abandoned erection. “Can’t you see he likes it Genichirou?” Sanada growled slightly his eyes shifting between the heavily blushing Tezuka, and Fuji.
“If you won’t be playing with him Genichirou, I’ll take Fuji off your hands.” A familiar arrogant voice came from behind Tezuka and he turned to find Atobe standing there with Ryoma under one arm. Ryoma smirked at his captain before waving slightly at Fuji. Fuji smirked and gave a small groan.
Tezuka was quickly finding his pants uncomfortable. Add in his rival (read- other long time wet dream) and protégé (heavy guilt filled long time wet dream) and Tezuka was three steps away from loosing coherent thought.
“We should take buchou too.” Ryoma stated, all eyes turned to him and he smirked in the direction of Tezuka’s pants. “He likes what he sees.” Ryoma sing songed. Everyone’s eyes were riveted on the bulge in Tezuka’s pants after that statement. Except for Ryoma and Fuji who traded smirks before eyeing Tezuka.
“Ne, Kunimitsu. Is that for me?” Fuji asked. Tezuka’s cock twitched inside of his pants and Fuji grinned dangerously. Sanada cleared his throat.
“Thank you for your offer of help Keigo,” he said huskily. “But I think I can manage.” Ryoma slipped out of Atobe’s arms and quickly was pressed against Sanada’s front.
“But wouldn’t it be more fun together?” He asked and Sanada closed his eyes as Ryoma pressed against his groin.
“…maybe.” Sanada growled out. Atobe grinned and stepped behind Tezuka to push him onto Fuji before he and Ryoma dragged Sanada over. Tezuka, having taken those three steps to incoherency, had no complaints.
Fuji/Atobe
Fuji pressed Atobe back onto the bed. “Best boyfriend ever.” He groaned as he took control of the others mouth. Atobe grinned as he allowed Fuji to control the kiss.
“So you liked your present? I was worried that the little apples would be too much.” He groaned as Fuji quickly divested him of his clothes, his lover kissing his neck and shoulders as he went. Fuji chuckled wryly before sucking on Atobe’s pulse point.
“They were Fuji apples Atobe. How could I not like them?” he murmured. Atobe groaned at the vibrations against his throat.
“You didn’t think they were cheesy?” Atobe questioned. Fuji grinned and kissed at his lips lightly. It was a side of Atobe Keigo very few people got to see; insecure and questioning, his lover was not always sure he was in the right with his actions. However in the public eye ‘ore-sama’ had to remain in control, it was only in the bedroom he let go and allowed another to lead.
“No, I thought the apples were tart.” He kissed Atobe’s lips lightly again, “and crisp.” Another chaste kiss. “And just right.” He slipped Atobe some tongue on that one. Atobe smirked into the kiss, sucking lightly on Fuji’s tongue.
“Of course, only the best for you.” He stated with a grin. Fuji smiled and started stroking Atobe’s member slowly. Atobe groaned before he realized Fuji was still dressed and quickly set about ridding his lover of his clothes. They spent their time trading heated kisses and hot touches. As Fuji entered Atobe both boys groaned, becoming more vocal as Fuji set up a fast snapping rhythm with his hips. Atobe gripped at Fuji’s shoulders leaving long scratches down the others back. As both men worked each other towards the bring of orgasm they kissed, shouting each other’s name as they crossed the threshold together.
Afterwards as they lay in sweaty post-coital sweetness they traded languid kisses and slow emotion filled touches. “Love you.” Fuji murmured against Atobe’s lips as he gazed into his lovers eyes.
“Love you back.” Atobe said softly before kissing Fuji.
