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kat8chaTitle: Fuji's Orgasm
Author: kat8cha
Series: Orgasms (Part 1)
Pairing: Pre-OT5, TezuFuji, TezuRyo, SanadaAtobe, SanadaAtobeTezukaRyoma
Warning: Masturbation
Rating: R
Summary: Fuji enjoys a breif fantasy
Author: kat8cha
Series: Orgasms (Part 1)
Pairing: Pre-OT5, TezuFuji, TezuRyo, SanadaAtobe, SanadaAtobeTezukaRyoma
Warning: Masturbation
Rating: R
Summary: Fuji enjoys a breif fantasy
“The orgasm will peel you like an orange. You may feel exposed, raw, even wounded. The orgasm wants you to live life without the rind.”
The Book of Orgasms, page 62
Fuji gasped, body writhing as he stroked himself. His back arched like a bow string, hips pistoning furiously, and cum spurting out of him like a fountain. He collapsed back onto the bed, the springs creaking in protest. Fuji’s face was flushed, his brow sweaty, and his bangs sticking to his face, shading his eyes, which were wide open, dilated pupils staring up at the ceiling. His mouth was open the silent scream seeming to hang in the air still, and his chest rising and falling as he refilled oxygen starved lungs.
“Not enough.” He murmured, reaching to the bedside table for a wet wipe and cleaning himself up. Fuji sighed, laying on his bed without bothering to put any clothes back on. His door was locked, but it wouldn’t have mattered. His mother always knocked, his sister wouldn’t care, and his brother was never home. In the window a small fan whirred away, doing little to dispel the muggy heat. It was the type of day that to most made tennis a dangerous sport, and sex a tedious after time.
It just made Fuji horny.
Fuji got up off his bed, slipping into a small pair of jean shorts and moving the fan out of the way to prop himself in the window. It didn’t help that Fuji had been suffering from a distinct lack of sex lately. Ryoma’s return to Japan had caused a great many things, one being the dissolution of Fuji and Tezuka’s relationship. Fuji had thought that they, mainly Tezuka, should see other people, mainly Ryoma.
Tezuka thought Fuji should stop caring about other people and just take what he wanted. Fuji’s answer was that it was a little egotistic to think that the four men he wanted would put up with it and want him back. Fuji also had a feeling Tezuka was plotting something, but that might just be him. Tezuka rarely plotted, but when he did there was a little glint in his eyes and a small smirk hidden behind his stoic mask. It was frightfully sexy.
Fuji ran a hand through his hair, gazing out on the sunset and sighing. It would be too much to ask for Sanada, Atobe, Tezuka, and Echizen to all care to sleep with him. Add into that they were all very possessive, and dominant people...
It could turn into a very kinky situation or a very complicated one very, very fast.
Fuji moaned slightly, a sudden gust of wind hitting his chest, teasing his suddenly perked nipples. The shorts did nothing to hide or help his arousal and Fuji pondered reaching down and stroking himself while lounging in the window. Nemu-san didn’t need the free show though. Moving back into his room Fuji replaced the fan, prowling towards his bed and rolling back into it. He imagined what it must be like to watch Ryoma and Tezuka together, the golden eyes glinting with challenge, mind as quick to learn a new tennis trick bent on driving the stoic captain wild with need. Tezuka was a tease in bed, always letting you think you were going to best him, find something new to try that he wasn’t a master in only to find that the Tezuka Zone was more of a lifestyle then a tennis style. He thought of Atobe and Sanada, the Rikkai fukubuchou’s thick fingers preparing Hyotei’s diva, and of all four of them together, their bodies rubbing, sweat and saliva exchanged as tongues licked and bodies rubbed. Eyes locking challenge, and fluttering closed in arousal, moans harmonizing, synchronizing, hips thrusting, grinding, fucking until everything centered in a white hot bundle in the groin, exploding outwards in a way to made them all lax and boneless, four bodies gasping for air as they lounged on dirtied sheets.
“...shit.” Fuji cleaned up again. “I’m gonna need to buy a video camera.” His lips twitched into a smirk, eyes glinting dangerously before he slipped into his usual smile. It would be worth the risk if he could only capture it once.
And maybe, maybe it would happen again.
The Book of Orgasms, page 62
Fuji gasped, body writhing as he stroked himself. His back arched like a bow string, hips pistoning furiously, and cum spurting out of him like a fountain. He collapsed back onto the bed, the springs creaking in protest. Fuji’s face was flushed, his brow sweaty, and his bangs sticking to his face, shading his eyes, which were wide open, dilated pupils staring up at the ceiling. His mouth was open the silent scream seeming to hang in the air still, and his chest rising and falling as he refilled oxygen starved lungs.
“Not enough.” He murmured, reaching to the bedside table for a wet wipe and cleaning himself up. Fuji sighed, laying on his bed without bothering to put any clothes back on. His door was locked, but it wouldn’t have mattered. His mother always knocked, his sister wouldn’t care, and his brother was never home. In the window a small fan whirred away, doing little to dispel the muggy heat. It was the type of day that to most made tennis a dangerous sport, and sex a tedious after time.
It just made Fuji horny.
Fuji got up off his bed, slipping into a small pair of jean shorts and moving the fan out of the way to prop himself in the window. It didn’t help that Fuji had been suffering from a distinct lack of sex lately. Ryoma’s return to Japan had caused a great many things, one being the dissolution of Fuji and Tezuka’s relationship. Fuji had thought that they, mainly Tezuka, should see other people, mainly Ryoma.
Tezuka thought Fuji should stop caring about other people and just take what he wanted. Fuji’s answer was that it was a little egotistic to think that the four men he wanted would put up with it and want him back. Fuji also had a feeling Tezuka was plotting something, but that might just be him. Tezuka rarely plotted, but when he did there was a little glint in his eyes and a small smirk hidden behind his stoic mask. It was frightfully sexy.
Fuji ran a hand through his hair, gazing out on the sunset and sighing. It would be too much to ask for Sanada, Atobe, Tezuka, and Echizen to all care to sleep with him. Add into that they were all very possessive, and dominant people...
It could turn into a very kinky situation or a very complicated one very, very fast.
Fuji moaned slightly, a sudden gust of wind hitting his chest, teasing his suddenly perked nipples. The shorts did nothing to hide or help his arousal and Fuji pondered reaching down and stroking himself while lounging in the window. Nemu-san didn’t need the free show though. Moving back into his room Fuji replaced the fan, prowling towards his bed and rolling back into it. He imagined what it must be like to watch Ryoma and Tezuka together, the golden eyes glinting with challenge, mind as quick to learn a new tennis trick bent on driving the stoic captain wild with need. Tezuka was a tease in bed, always letting you think you were going to best him, find something new to try that he wasn’t a master in only to find that the Tezuka Zone was more of a lifestyle then a tennis style. He thought of Atobe and Sanada, the Rikkai fukubuchou’s thick fingers preparing Hyotei’s diva, and of all four of them together, their bodies rubbing, sweat and saliva exchanged as tongues licked and bodies rubbed. Eyes locking challenge, and fluttering closed in arousal, moans harmonizing, synchronizing, hips thrusting, grinding, fucking until everything centered in a white hot bundle in the groin, exploding outwards in a way to made them all lax and boneless, four bodies gasping for air as they lounged on dirtied sheets.
“...shit.” Fuji cleaned up again. “I’m gonna need to buy a video camera.” His lips twitched into a smirk, eyes glinting dangerously before he slipped into his usual smile. It would be worth the risk if he could only capture it once.
And maybe, maybe it would happen again.
