Prince of Tennis (Oishi/Tezuka)

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Title: Blushing Mouths
Author: worblehat
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oishi/Tezuka
Rating: R
Prompt: Prince of Tennis, Oishi/Tezuka: Sex while injured, oral sex - "Even with his wrist and his shoulder, they still make do."
Word Count: 673


It starts in Oishi's room which is straighted up and neat, a few gifts and pictures littering the shelves. Tezuka helps him out of his tennis clothing and Oishi does his best to help Tezuka, who flinches, grimacing silently. He can see the swelling on Tezuka's shoulder, the dark bruise that spreads down most of his arm. He tries not to touch it as he leads Tezuka back onto his bed, crawling up beside him.

Oishi hasn't even been the one in control, but his injury leaves him able to move more than Tezuka, who lies on the bed, blinking at Oishi when his glasses are removed. His cock is already hard when Oishi wraps the fingers of his good hand around it, sitting lightly on his thighs. Tezuka's breathing strains immediately, but Oishi can't tell if it's from the pain or from the back-and-forth motion of his fingers. He watches Tezuka's face, thankful that his buchou can't see clearly. Oishi rubs against Tezuka's hip, anxious and wanting.

Leaning over, he kisses Tezuka's chest, trailing down to his stomach. He never bites, not having it in him to hurt Tezuka like that; instead he takes the thick length in between his lips, sliding it down along his tongue until it hits the back of his throat. He moves his head inexpertly, slowly, trying his best to please his buchou as much as possible. Tezuka's hands grip the covers tightly - grip Oishi's head when he tries to sit up, to ask Tezuka not to hurt himself even more. He knows it's the injured hand holding him down, the strength missing but the intent leaving him powerless to do anything but widen his mouth, allowing more of Tezuka's cock to slide within.

Tezuka comes and Oishi blinks at the strange sensation, warm spurts spilling down his throat, causing him to swallow involuntarily. Tezuka's hand is still on his head, but it's shakier; he looks pale as he stares down at Oishi through heavy lids.

Oishi waits for a while, not moving until Tezuka tells him he's being careless. He doesn't know what he's doing or why he agreed to this, but soon Tezuka is on his front, Oishi's wet finger sliding hesitantly inside. It's not long before Oishi straddles his thighs again, watching Tezuka's back - the upper half looking even more bruised than before. He asks if Tezuka is sure this is all right but Tezuka just says his name impatiently and Oishi slides in, slides and pushes until Tezuka's body relaxes enough for him to thrust in the sort of fast rhythm he likes. Usually it's Tezuka on top but it's difficult with his arm so Oishi continues to push in, face red and hesitant as he watches his cock slip in - fascinated at the way it makes Tezuka arch, despite his injury.

He doesn't last as long as Tezuka, coming soon after, too preoccupied with the way Tezuka's shoulder feels warm under his palm as he attempts to steady himself. Tezuka is writhing and it pains Oishi almost as much as it intrigues him, his own wrist straining against it. He knows his doctor will wonder what he's been doing to receive a worse injury, and maybe Tezuka's will ask too; but for now, all that matters is the way Tezuka's body fits neatly beneath his, relaxed and pale as Oishi fills him, pushing all the way in until he's shaking, cock pulsing as it spills messily inside Tezuka.

He falls on top of Tezuka, apologising as he rolls onto his side. Oishi rests his hand on Tezuka's waist, wondering which one of them is breathing harder as he touches Tezuka's bruised back gingerly. "Sorry, Tezuka," he says quietly.

Tezuka doesn't say anything as he reaches for the hand at his shoulder, dragging it across his waist until Oishi's chest is against his back.

Oishi doesn't flinch when the pain shoots down his fingers; he clenches them tight around Tezuka's hand and closes his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.