kinkfest | Prince of Tennis (Tezuka/Fuji)

Title: Existence
Author:

reddwarfer
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Public sex
Word count: 620~
Summary: Sometimes they talk. Sometimes they don't.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

Tezuka could taste the tips of Fuji's hair in his mouth as they kissed, soft strands relenting under the cool breeze. He didn't care. This wasn't what he'd been intending when he invited Fuji to join him on the roof. He intended to discuss the coming year. But, right now, Fuji's lips were on his, they were alone, and he couldn't find it in himself to protest.

The cement barrier on the rooftop pressed into his back, Fuji's body flush against his front, trapping him, yet he had no desire to escape. Instead, Tezuka ran his hands through Fuji's hair, cupping the back of his head as they kissed. Fuji's eyes were trained on his, and he felt like only they existed.

Fuji pulled away from his lips, only to trail kisses down his neck, on his collarbone, stopping at the buttons on his shirt. Tezuka watched as Fuji bit the fabric, eyes flashing mischievously as he slowly pulled back, popping the button out of its hole. Fuji darted his tongue out, licking the newly exposed flesh, moving down until he reached the next button, and the next, and the next.

Tezuka's shirt hung off his shoulders, pants unbuckled, and pushed halfway down his hips. He stared at Fuji staring up at him, cock moving relentlessly between Fuji's wet lips, and didn't bother to swallow the moans that rose up inside of him. With every sound he made, Fuji would suck harder, faster, allow Tezuka's cock to disappear fully into that mouth until he was sure he could feel the back of Fuji's throat. His stomach would clench whenever he felt it, as if one more time would make him break apart.

Tugging Fuji up, Tezuka latched onto Fuji's mouth, devouring it as he blindly tried to undo Fuji's trousers, wanting the feel Fuji's cock against his own. He held Fuji close to him, turning them around so Fuji was now pressed against the wall, his body moving of its own accord, grinding against Fuji with fervor.

"Tezuka," Fuji whimpered in his ear, and his mind felt dizzy, clouding out everything else, silencing the part of his mind that told him he was late…for something important. But nothing could be as important as being with Fuji.

He kissed Fuji again, slowly this time, languidly. He wanted to drown in him. Fuji's hands were on his waist, and lower, pushing their cocks together in a delicious friction that made his stomach feel like it was falling into nothingness.

"Fuji," he said, pulling back. Tezuka couldn't help this urge inside of him to just tell Fuji, part of him knowing he wouldn't be laughed at or hurt. "I—"

"Tezuka? You're—Ah! Oh…er…um…oh my…um. Sorry, T-Tezuka," Oishi babbled, completely red-faced, from the roof-access doorway.

He vaguely wondered if his face was as red as Oishi's as he felt Fuji's face pressing firmly into his chest. Taking a deep breath, and without pulling away, Tezuka turned and faced him, stating as calmly as he could, "Thank you, Oishi. I'll be down in a moment."

Oishi looked relieved at the dismissal, apologising once more as he disappeared back into the building. Tezuka sighed, reprimanding himself for letting his guard down enough to get caught on school grounds no less.

Fuji's hands were on him again, and he almost said something, until he realised Fuji was just redressing him. "Um," Fuji managed, sounding uncharacteristically uncertain.

Leaning down, Tezuka gave Fuji a firm kiss before stepping back. "I'll walk you home," he said then, hoping Fuji would see the offer for what it was.

"I'll wait for you," Fuji replied, nodding, giving him a brilliant smile. His tummy squirmed, and once again he felt like they were the only two people in the world.