Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ A First ❯ A First ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: moffit1x2x1 
Fuji nails Ryoma. Hard. Warnings: Yaoi, PWP, Ryoma is kept at age 12.
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.31.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 5.1K | Status: Completed
Fuji nails Ryoma. Hard. Warnings: Yaoi, PWP, Ryoma is kept at age 12.
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.31.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 5.1K | Status: Completed
Title: A First
Author: moffit
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, PWP, Ryoma is 12. Pure smut.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.
Summary: Uh. Fuji nails Ryoma. Hard.
Words: 2,855
Dedicated to Arithion, for letting me sic all those lovely plot bunnies on her.
Ryoma's eyes flew open wide as his sempai used his arm to clear the table of clutter. Ryoma jumped up, startled. Plates hit the floor in a crash but all Ryoma could focus on were the mischievous eyes locked onto his own.
"Fuji-sempai?"
There was no answer from the tensai, only his innocent smile that was starting to look more like a smirk. Fuji crossed to Ryoma's side of the table and slid his arms to rest on either side of the boy, pinning him in place.
Ryoma thought about ducking to escape and his eyes darted downward. He noticed something else then, besides his suddenly scary sempai hovering over him. His sempai had a tent in his pants.
Ryoma gulped and his gaze jerked back up to Fuji's face, focusing on the boy's chin as a blush started to burn its way across his face. If anything, Fuji's smile grew wider and he pressed his advantage.
Leaning in closer, Fuji brought his lips to caress over Ryoma's. The boy froze and thoughts of escape flew out the window as his sempai started to nibble on his lower lip insistently. When Fuji pulled away slightly, he smirked when he saw the dazed look on Ryoma's face. He leaned in again, this time with his lips ghosting over the boy's ear.
"Tell me to stop and I will." He whispered.
Ryoma snapped back to attention, but couldn't bring himself to voice an objection. Fuji's lips had started to kiss the side of his neck and he couldn't think of one reason to tell his sempai to stop.
A small sigh and the relaxing of the boy before him told Fuji all he really needed to know. Chuckling softly, he trailed his tongue up to Ryoma's ear and let it play with the curves as Ryoma's breathing hitched.
Ryoma's hands tentatively rose; he wasn't sure what to do with them. He settled on tangling them in Fuji's shirt as the tensai's tongue swirled over his ear. Ryoma's eyes closed in pleasure and he tipped his head to the side, hoping to encourage Fuji to continue. This almost felt as good as tennis.
Fuji's hands left the table to rest on Ryoma's back, one hand sliding down slowly, coming to rest on the boy's backside. A small noise escaped past Ryoma's lips but it wasn't one to tell Fuji to stop. Fuji's smile widened and his roving hand squeezed a little.
Ryoma decided he liked what Fuji-sempai was doing. He turned his head to leave chaste little kisses on Fuji's neck, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer. He was caught off-guard when the other boy grabbed his behind in both hands and lifted him off the ground. Ryoma's legs instinctively wrapped around Fuji's waist and he tingled inside at the appreciative noise his sempai made in response.
Fuji laid the boy down on the table he'd cleared and noticed Ryoma's legs stayed wrapped around his waist. His eyes glimmered as he raised a hand to prop himself up above Ryoma and he proceeded to do his best in kissing the boy senseless.
Ryoma gave in to the tensai's insistent mouth over his own and opened up, allowing Fuji's tongue to sweep inside and explore. He noticed his breathing had gotten faster, something that was not helped by the warm hand creeping under his shirt. He wondered how far his sempai wanted to go; he didn't think he'd be able to stop though, so that thought was cast away.
Fuji trailed his hand up under Ryoma's shirt, his fingers teasing across the boy's stomach and ribs. Finally, he reached his goal and traced a few circles over Ryoma's nipple before giving in to the urge to pinch.
"Ah!" Ryoma's back arched a little and he mewled into Fuji's mouth. His thoughts were scattered as Fuji rolled the small bit of flesh between his fingers. Fuji felt small hands trying to tug him closer and he complied, taking the opportunity to rub himself against the boy's firm backside and relieve some of his own tension.
Ryoma found himself caught between focusing on Fuji-sempai's hard erection rubbing into the crack of his behind, the cruel fingers torturing his nipple, or the demanding mouth battling his own. He could feel the tingle in his belly getting stronger with every minute that passed. No, he did not want his sempai to stop. If Fuji's sadistic side kicked in and decided to leave him like this he swore he'd kick the tensai's butt.
Fuji chose that moment to lift away from Ryoma slightly, to see if he'd given Ryoma that wonderful dazed look he liked so much. The boy's eyes were closed and his chest was heaving, gulping in air. Fuji's eyes trailed down, taking in the fact that Ryoma's hands were still clutching his shirt tightly - he'd have wrinkles in it from this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His eyes continued downward, stopping when they reached Ryoma's shorts. Hmm... Was he?
Ryoma felt his sempai's hand stop teasing his nipple to trail back down his stomach, almost tickling, until it reached the waistband of his shorts. His breathing had started to slow back to some semblance of normal, but now he found himself holding his breath. He let it out in whoosh of air when Fuji's hand continued, his fingers trailing over the slight hardness under the soft cloth.
Fuji's eyes lit up in triumph. His fingers traced casually over his prize, making Ryoma squirm slightly. He brought his eyes back up to look at the boy's face, and smirked when he saw the determination flare in Ryoma's eyes right before he jutted his hips up, gaining a firmer touch from his sempai. Fuji let his hand cup Ryoma, rubbing gently. Ryoma's eyes slid almost shut; his hips seemed to be rising of their own accord now. Fuji could feel the boy's erection firm under his hand.
"Fuji-sempai..." Ryoma hissed.
"Yes, Echizen?" Fuji's eyes opened slightly to stare into Ryoma's.
"You'd better not stop."
Fuji was amused by Ryoma's attempt to glower at him through the haze of pleasure he was inflicting on the boy. He didn't reply, just gave Ryoma that irritating little smile he always seemed to wear. And rubbed his hand a little harder. His efforts were rewarded by Ryoma dropping his head back on the table with a choked groan and another demanding upward thrust of his hips.
"Would you like... more?" Fuji asked, his voice a little huskier than normal.
Ryoma resisted the urge to whine. Of course he wanted more! He tried to get the message across by tightening his legs around Fuji's waist, pulling the older boy into rubbing himself against him harder. Ryoma had a smirk of his own at the low groan he drew from his sempai. Fuji's eyes narrowed in contemplation. He was ready for more, eh?
Fuji smiled a truly evil grin. Ryoma barely had a chance to become suspicious before the tensai had gripped the waistband of Ryoma's shorts and underwear in both hands and pulled them down and off, exposing the boy to the cool air. Ryoma's blush suddenly flared to life again as his sempai's eyes took in every inch, trailing down his trim waist to the boyish erection Ryoma sported.
Fuji smirked as he noticed Ryoma had taken to staring at his chin once more. The boy was so cute when he blushed, Fuji thought. He made a note to try making Ryoma do that more often. Meanwhile... Fuji trailed his hands down Ryoma's legs until he could grab hold of the boy's ankles. Placing Ryoma's feet on his shoulders, Fuji grabbed a chair and sat down in it, bringing his head to just the right height.
Ryoma stared as Fuji gazed up at him mischievously. What was his crazy sempai doing now? He watched as Fuji licked his lips, still staring up at him, before his gaze dropped down. Ryoma's breath caught in his throat. Was he going to?
"Yesss..." Ryoma's head fell back to the table again as Fuji started to lick at his erection. One hand came up to grasp Ryoma and pump him leisurely, and Fuji reveled in the small whimpers that made their way from the stubborn boy's mouth. Ryoma felt something tugging at his shirt and raised himself up on his elbows.
He was caught up in the sight of Fuji's mouth opening wider to wrap around the tip of his erection. A finger tapping against his lower lip caught his attention and he opened his mouth without a second thought. Fuji's index finger proceeded to slide slowly past his lips, almost a mirror image of what Fuji was doing with his own mouth.
Ryoma trailed his tongue along the sides of Fuji's finger, his mouth opening a little wider to admit a second finger. He concentrated his attention on trying to get a reaction from Fuji by sucking and licking his sempai's fingers in much the same way that Fuji was to Ryoma's erection. Ryoma watched through half-open eyes as Fuji's head bobbed up and down leisurely, occasionally pausing to stroke his tongue along the slit of Ryoma's erection and pull a small whine from the boy.
Slowly, Fuji let his mouth release Ryoma with a small 'pop' and blew lightly. A shiver ran up Ryoma's spine and he watched as Fuji moved his head lower, his breath ghosting hotly over Ryoma's balls. Ryoma closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. He barely noticed when Fuji's fingers slid from his mouth.
Fuji eyed the younger boy through his bangs, smirking. Then he lowered his head once more, and trailed his tongue over Ryoma's opening. A strangled gasp was torn from the boy as that devious tongue flicked back and forth, and Fuji had to hold Ryoma's hips down when they jerked up again. Ryoma squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Fuji's tongue drill into him, in and out, wetting him thoroughly.
He jumped a bit when he felt something longer start to ease its way inside him. He could feel it reaching further than Fuji's tongue could, stretching him as it worked slowly in and out. Ryoma made an effort to make himself relax, to keep his body from fighting the invading finger. After a few minutes he felt it retreat entirely, and he shifted his head to look down at Fuji.
His breath caught as he watched Fuji slide his fingers in and out of his own mouth, coating them with his own saliva. Ryoma watched as they slid slowly out of his sempai's mouth and returned to slide back into him. First one finger again, closely followed by a second, and Ryoma held his breath until his body adjusted once more.
The process continued, Fuji waiting until Ryoma had relaxed to two fingers, pulling them out to wet them once more before returning with three. Ryoma winced as the stretching feeling grew stronger, but was soon distracted by Fuji's mouth returning to his erection to practically swallow him whole in one move. Fuji felt a sense of triumph once more as Ryoma squirmed before him, the boy's hands raising to tangle in his own hair as Fuji crooked his fingers slightly to brush gently over Ryoma's prostate.
"Ah! Fuji-sempai!" The cry was choked, and Ryoma's back arched off the table as Fuji continued to thrust his fingers in, hitting Ryoma's prostate, his mouth sucking hard on the boy's erection. Fuji could tell the boy was getting close, and made himself slow down. Ryoma's harsh breathing echoed in the room, and he groaned as Fuji withdrew his fingers from him slowly.
Ryoma watched as Fuji stood, hands raising to pull his shirt over his head, lean muscles stretching with the action. The shirt was tossed away and Fuji's hands lowered to his pants, undoing the fly and hooking his thumbs in both his pants and boxers to slide them down past his hips and let them fall to the floor. Ryoma unconsciously licked his lips as he eyed his sempai almost warily. Fuji seemed to know what he was doing, at least.
Fuji stepped closer once more and leaned over Ryoma, staring into the boy's eyes as he spat into his hand. "Tell me to stop."
Ryoma's stubbornness kicked in and he glared back, his jaw jutting out. "No."
Fuji's eyes closed once more and the smirk returned to his face. His hand lowered to stroke his own erection, make himself slick as his face came within an inch of Ryoma's. Fuji's breath ghosted over Ryoma's lips as he whispered, "This is going to hurt..." and slowly worked to penetrate the boy.
Ryoma's yelp was lost as Fuji's mouth covered his own, swallowing the pain-filled whimpers as he waited for the younger boy to adjust. Ryoma worked to make himself relax once more, wincing as Fuji pulled out a bit before sliding back in. It burned. He was partially distracted as Fuji's tongue thrust into his mouth, sweeping across his palate in a move that almost tickled.
Ryoma's tongue parried, sliding against Fuji's and gliding across his sempai's teeth, tasting something tangy. It took him a moment before he realized he must be tasting himself, and he felt his face heat up once more. Fuji had started to slide in and out of Ryoma fully now, and the older boy pulled away to watch as Ryoma blinked wetness out of his eyes.
"That hurt, Fuji-sempai."
"Saa, but I did warn you it would. It's better now though, right?"
Ryoma paused, and concentrated on Fuji's slow thrusts. It had stopped hurting so much. In fact, it was starting to... tingle. Experimentally, Ryoma clenched his muscles around Fuji a bit tighter. He smirked when he heard his sempai gasp and closed his eyes when Fuji's next thrust was a bit harder.
"Hai, Fuji-sempai. You are getting better."
Fuji's eyebrows raised at that. It seemed the boy had recovered enough to be snarky again. Well. He'd just have to fix that, wouldn't he?
Ryoma's legs had been wrapped around his waist again, and Fuji caressed the boy's thighs, his hands slowly making their way upward. He let them catch on Ryoma's shirt, bunching it up under the boy's arms. Ryoma squirmed as Fuji's mouth came down again, this time to lick at his right nipple. The older boy's tongue traced in circles around it, before Fuji's teeth came into play by nibbling gently, pulling more whimpers from the boy beneath him.
After a few minutes of slow thrusting in and out of Ryoma and spending equal time tasting both of the boy's nipples, Fuji's head raised and his hands caught Ryoma under the arms. Ryoma was caught off-guard as Fuji raised him into an almost sitting position, nearly pulling out of him as he moved. Ryoma was about to ask his sempai what he was up to, when Fuji suddenly stepped back to sit in the chair again, pulling Ryoma with him.
"AH!" Ryoma's back arched sharply as Fuji hit his prostate again, hard. His eyes shut again and his hands came up to grip Fuji's arms tightly. Fuji smirked and raised the boy in his arms up, only to let him slam back down again, wrenching a groan from Fuji's own lips.
Ryoma braced his feet on the rungs of the chair and used them for leverage as he helped Fuji by thrusting himself downward sharply. Fuji's head tipped back and a small moan of appreciation was pulled from the older boy. Fuji's arms slid down to Ryoma's waist and he gripped hard, thrusting even harder into the boy's hot channel. They were sweating, Fuji's hips snapping up to Ryoma's, and Ryoma's head fell forward to Fuji's shoulder.
Turning his head slightly, Ryoma opened his mouth to place unsteady kisses along his sempai's neck. His eyes closed in bliss as Fuji's left hand came up to grasp his erection and start pumping in time to his thrusts. Ryoma's vision started to go white around the edges. It was too much; he couldn't take it anymore. A low keen started in the back of Ryoma's throat, growing higher in pitch as he came close, so close to the edge.
One last tug at his erection by Fuji and Ryoma was thrown over, white streams of come hitting his belly, shirt and Fuji's chest. Ryoma's mouth came down once more to bite at the straining tendon in Fuji's neck, a futile effort to muffle his own noises.
"Ahh... Ryoma!" This was the last straw for Fuji, his head tilting sideways as he melted, even as his hips jerked up once more in an almost brutal thrust, his seed shooting deep inside Ryoma's channel. They slowed, gradually coming to a stop. Ryoma licked the bite marks on Fuji's neck, and his sempai's arms wrapped around him lightly.
Fuji chuckled and lifted his hand to lick away some of Ryoma's come. Ryoma lifted his head from his sempai's shoulder to look at him warily.
"How was that for a first kiss?"
Author: moffit
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, PWP, Ryoma is 12. Pure smut.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine.
Summary: Uh. Fuji nails Ryoma. Hard.
Words: 2,855
Dedicated to Arithion, for letting me sic all those lovely plot bunnies on her.
Ryoma's eyes flew open wide as his sempai used his arm to clear the table of clutter. Ryoma jumped up, startled. Plates hit the floor in a crash but all Ryoma could focus on were the mischievous eyes locked onto his own.
"Fuji-sempai?"
There was no answer from the tensai, only his innocent smile that was starting to look more like a smirk. Fuji crossed to Ryoma's side of the table and slid his arms to rest on either side of the boy, pinning him in place.
Ryoma thought about ducking to escape and his eyes darted downward. He noticed something else then, besides his suddenly scary sempai hovering over him. His sempai had a tent in his pants.
Ryoma gulped and his gaze jerked back up to Fuji's face, focusing on the boy's chin as a blush started to burn its way across his face. If anything, Fuji's smile grew wider and he pressed his advantage.
Leaning in closer, Fuji brought his lips to caress over Ryoma's. The boy froze and thoughts of escape flew out the window as his sempai started to nibble on his lower lip insistently. When Fuji pulled away slightly, he smirked when he saw the dazed look on Ryoma's face. He leaned in again, this time with his lips ghosting over the boy's ear.
"Tell me to stop and I will." He whispered.
Ryoma snapped back to attention, but couldn't bring himself to voice an objection. Fuji's lips had started to kiss the side of his neck and he couldn't think of one reason to tell his sempai to stop.
A small sigh and the relaxing of the boy before him told Fuji all he really needed to know. Chuckling softly, he trailed his tongue up to Ryoma's ear and let it play with the curves as Ryoma's breathing hitched.
Ryoma's hands tentatively rose; he wasn't sure what to do with them. He settled on tangling them in Fuji's shirt as the tensai's tongue swirled over his ear. Ryoma's eyes closed in pleasure and he tipped his head to the side, hoping to encourage Fuji to continue. This almost felt as good as tennis.
Fuji's hands left the table to rest on Ryoma's back, one hand sliding down slowly, coming to rest on the boy's backside. A small noise escaped past Ryoma's lips but it wasn't one to tell Fuji to stop. Fuji's smile widened and his roving hand squeezed a little.
Ryoma decided he liked what Fuji-sempai was doing. He turned his head to leave chaste little kisses on Fuji's neck, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer. He was caught off-guard when the other boy grabbed his behind in both hands and lifted him off the ground. Ryoma's legs instinctively wrapped around Fuji's waist and he tingled inside at the appreciative noise his sempai made in response.
Fuji laid the boy down on the table he'd cleared and noticed Ryoma's legs stayed wrapped around his waist. His eyes glimmered as he raised a hand to prop himself up above Ryoma and he proceeded to do his best in kissing the boy senseless.
Ryoma gave in to the tensai's insistent mouth over his own and opened up, allowing Fuji's tongue to sweep inside and explore. He noticed his breathing had gotten faster, something that was not helped by the warm hand creeping under his shirt. He wondered how far his sempai wanted to go; he didn't think he'd be able to stop though, so that thought was cast away.
Fuji trailed his hand up under Ryoma's shirt, his fingers teasing across the boy's stomach and ribs. Finally, he reached his goal and traced a few circles over Ryoma's nipple before giving in to the urge to pinch.
"Ah!" Ryoma's back arched a little and he mewled into Fuji's mouth. His thoughts were scattered as Fuji rolled the small bit of flesh between his fingers. Fuji felt small hands trying to tug him closer and he complied, taking the opportunity to rub himself against the boy's firm backside and relieve some of his own tension.
Ryoma found himself caught between focusing on Fuji-sempai's hard erection rubbing into the crack of his behind, the cruel fingers torturing his nipple, or the demanding mouth battling his own. He could feel the tingle in his belly getting stronger with every minute that passed. No, he did not want his sempai to stop. If Fuji's sadistic side kicked in and decided to leave him like this he swore he'd kick the tensai's butt.
Fuji chose that moment to lift away from Ryoma slightly, to see if he'd given Ryoma that wonderful dazed look he liked so much. The boy's eyes were closed and his chest was heaving, gulping in air. Fuji's eyes trailed down, taking in the fact that Ryoma's hands were still clutching his shirt tightly - he'd have wrinkles in it from this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His eyes continued downward, stopping when they reached Ryoma's shorts. Hmm... Was he?
Ryoma felt his sempai's hand stop teasing his nipple to trail back down his stomach, almost tickling, until it reached the waistband of his shorts. His breathing had started to slow back to some semblance of normal, but now he found himself holding his breath. He let it out in whoosh of air when Fuji's hand continued, his fingers trailing over the slight hardness under the soft cloth.
Fuji's eyes lit up in triumph. His fingers traced casually over his prize, making Ryoma squirm slightly. He brought his eyes back up to look at the boy's face, and smirked when he saw the determination flare in Ryoma's eyes right before he jutted his hips up, gaining a firmer touch from his sempai. Fuji let his hand cup Ryoma, rubbing gently. Ryoma's eyes slid almost shut; his hips seemed to be rising of their own accord now. Fuji could feel the boy's erection firm under his hand.
"Fuji-sempai..." Ryoma hissed.
"Yes, Echizen?" Fuji's eyes opened slightly to stare into Ryoma's.
"You'd better not stop."
Fuji was amused by Ryoma's attempt to glower at him through the haze of pleasure he was inflicting on the boy. He didn't reply, just gave Ryoma that irritating little smile he always seemed to wear. And rubbed his hand a little harder. His efforts were rewarded by Ryoma dropping his head back on the table with a choked groan and another demanding upward thrust of his hips.
"Would you like... more?" Fuji asked, his voice a little huskier than normal.
Ryoma resisted the urge to whine. Of course he wanted more! He tried to get the message across by tightening his legs around Fuji's waist, pulling the older boy into rubbing himself against him harder. Ryoma had a smirk of his own at the low groan he drew from his sempai. Fuji's eyes narrowed in contemplation. He was ready for more, eh?
Fuji smiled a truly evil grin. Ryoma barely had a chance to become suspicious before the tensai had gripped the waistband of Ryoma's shorts and underwear in both hands and pulled them down and off, exposing the boy to the cool air. Ryoma's blush suddenly flared to life again as his sempai's eyes took in every inch, trailing down his trim waist to the boyish erection Ryoma sported.
Fuji smirked as he noticed Ryoma had taken to staring at his chin once more. The boy was so cute when he blushed, Fuji thought. He made a note to try making Ryoma do that more often. Meanwhile... Fuji trailed his hands down Ryoma's legs until he could grab hold of the boy's ankles. Placing Ryoma's feet on his shoulders, Fuji grabbed a chair and sat down in it, bringing his head to just the right height.
Ryoma stared as Fuji gazed up at him mischievously. What was his crazy sempai doing now? He watched as Fuji licked his lips, still staring up at him, before his gaze dropped down. Ryoma's breath caught in his throat. Was he going to?
"Yesss..." Ryoma's head fell back to the table again as Fuji started to lick at his erection. One hand came up to grasp Ryoma and pump him leisurely, and Fuji reveled in the small whimpers that made their way from the stubborn boy's mouth. Ryoma felt something tugging at his shirt and raised himself up on his elbows.
He was caught up in the sight of Fuji's mouth opening wider to wrap around the tip of his erection. A finger tapping against his lower lip caught his attention and he opened his mouth without a second thought. Fuji's index finger proceeded to slide slowly past his lips, almost a mirror image of what Fuji was doing with his own mouth.
Ryoma trailed his tongue along the sides of Fuji's finger, his mouth opening a little wider to admit a second finger. He concentrated his attention on trying to get a reaction from Fuji by sucking and licking his sempai's fingers in much the same way that Fuji was to Ryoma's erection. Ryoma watched through half-open eyes as Fuji's head bobbed up and down leisurely, occasionally pausing to stroke his tongue along the slit of Ryoma's erection and pull a small whine from the boy.
Slowly, Fuji let his mouth release Ryoma with a small 'pop' and blew lightly. A shiver ran up Ryoma's spine and he watched as Fuji moved his head lower, his breath ghosting hotly over Ryoma's balls. Ryoma closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. He barely noticed when Fuji's fingers slid from his mouth.
Fuji eyed the younger boy through his bangs, smirking. Then he lowered his head once more, and trailed his tongue over Ryoma's opening. A strangled gasp was torn from the boy as that devious tongue flicked back and forth, and Fuji had to hold Ryoma's hips down when they jerked up again. Ryoma squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Fuji's tongue drill into him, in and out, wetting him thoroughly.
He jumped a bit when he felt something longer start to ease its way inside him. He could feel it reaching further than Fuji's tongue could, stretching him as it worked slowly in and out. Ryoma made an effort to make himself relax, to keep his body from fighting the invading finger. After a few minutes he felt it retreat entirely, and he shifted his head to look down at Fuji.
His breath caught as he watched Fuji slide his fingers in and out of his own mouth, coating them with his own saliva. Ryoma watched as they slid slowly out of his sempai's mouth and returned to slide back into him. First one finger again, closely followed by a second, and Ryoma held his breath until his body adjusted once more.
The process continued, Fuji waiting until Ryoma had relaxed to two fingers, pulling them out to wet them once more before returning with three. Ryoma winced as the stretching feeling grew stronger, but was soon distracted by Fuji's mouth returning to his erection to practically swallow him whole in one move. Fuji felt a sense of triumph once more as Ryoma squirmed before him, the boy's hands raising to tangle in his own hair as Fuji crooked his fingers slightly to brush gently over Ryoma's prostate.
"Ah! Fuji-sempai!" The cry was choked, and Ryoma's back arched off the table as Fuji continued to thrust his fingers in, hitting Ryoma's prostate, his mouth sucking hard on the boy's erection. Fuji could tell the boy was getting close, and made himself slow down. Ryoma's harsh breathing echoed in the room, and he groaned as Fuji withdrew his fingers from him slowly.
Ryoma watched as Fuji stood, hands raising to pull his shirt over his head, lean muscles stretching with the action. The shirt was tossed away and Fuji's hands lowered to his pants, undoing the fly and hooking his thumbs in both his pants and boxers to slide them down past his hips and let them fall to the floor. Ryoma unconsciously licked his lips as he eyed his sempai almost warily. Fuji seemed to know what he was doing, at least.
Fuji stepped closer once more and leaned over Ryoma, staring into the boy's eyes as he spat into his hand. "Tell me to stop."
Ryoma's stubbornness kicked in and he glared back, his jaw jutting out. "No."
Fuji's eyes closed once more and the smirk returned to his face. His hand lowered to stroke his own erection, make himself slick as his face came within an inch of Ryoma's. Fuji's breath ghosted over Ryoma's lips as he whispered, "This is going to hurt..." and slowly worked to penetrate the boy.
Ryoma's yelp was lost as Fuji's mouth covered his own, swallowing the pain-filled whimpers as he waited for the younger boy to adjust. Ryoma worked to make himself relax once more, wincing as Fuji pulled out a bit before sliding back in. It burned. He was partially distracted as Fuji's tongue thrust into his mouth, sweeping across his palate in a move that almost tickled.
Ryoma's tongue parried, sliding against Fuji's and gliding across his sempai's teeth, tasting something tangy. It took him a moment before he realized he must be tasting himself, and he felt his face heat up once more. Fuji had started to slide in and out of Ryoma fully now, and the older boy pulled away to watch as Ryoma blinked wetness out of his eyes.
"That hurt, Fuji-sempai."
"Saa, but I did warn you it would. It's better now though, right?"
Ryoma paused, and concentrated on Fuji's slow thrusts. It had stopped hurting so much. In fact, it was starting to... tingle. Experimentally, Ryoma clenched his muscles around Fuji a bit tighter. He smirked when he heard his sempai gasp and closed his eyes when Fuji's next thrust was a bit harder.
"Hai, Fuji-sempai. You are getting better."
Fuji's eyebrows raised at that. It seemed the boy had recovered enough to be snarky again. Well. He'd just have to fix that, wouldn't he?
Ryoma's legs had been wrapped around his waist again, and Fuji caressed the boy's thighs, his hands slowly making their way upward. He let them catch on Ryoma's shirt, bunching it up under the boy's arms. Ryoma squirmed as Fuji's mouth came down again, this time to lick at his right nipple. The older boy's tongue traced in circles around it, before Fuji's teeth came into play by nibbling gently, pulling more whimpers from the boy beneath him.
After a few minutes of slow thrusting in and out of Ryoma and spending equal time tasting both of the boy's nipples, Fuji's head raised and his hands caught Ryoma under the arms. Ryoma was caught off-guard as Fuji raised him into an almost sitting position, nearly pulling out of him as he moved. Ryoma was about to ask his sempai what he was up to, when Fuji suddenly stepped back to sit in the chair again, pulling Ryoma with him.
"AH!" Ryoma's back arched sharply as Fuji hit his prostate again, hard. His eyes shut again and his hands came up to grip Fuji's arms tightly. Fuji smirked and raised the boy in his arms up, only to let him slam back down again, wrenching a groan from Fuji's own lips.
Ryoma braced his feet on the rungs of the chair and used them for leverage as he helped Fuji by thrusting himself downward sharply. Fuji's head tipped back and a small moan of appreciation was pulled from the older boy. Fuji's arms slid down to Ryoma's waist and he gripped hard, thrusting even harder into the boy's hot channel. They were sweating, Fuji's hips snapping up to Ryoma's, and Ryoma's head fell forward to Fuji's shoulder.
Turning his head slightly, Ryoma opened his mouth to place unsteady kisses along his sempai's neck. His eyes closed in bliss as Fuji's left hand came up to grasp his erection and start pumping in time to his thrusts. Ryoma's vision started to go white around the edges. It was too much; he couldn't take it anymore. A low keen started in the back of Ryoma's throat, growing higher in pitch as he came close, so close to the edge.
One last tug at his erection by Fuji and Ryoma was thrown over, white streams of come hitting his belly, shirt and Fuji's chest. Ryoma's mouth came down once more to bite at the straining tendon in Fuji's neck, a futile effort to muffle his own noises.
"Ahh... Ryoma!" This was the last straw for Fuji, his head tilting sideways as he melted, even as his hips jerked up once more in an almost brutal thrust, his seed shooting deep inside Ryoma's channel. They slowed, gradually coming to a stop. Ryoma licked the bite marks on Fuji's neck, and his sempai's arms wrapped around him lightly.
Fuji chuckled and lifted his hand to lick away some of Ryoma's come. Ryoma lifted his head from his sempai's shoulder to look at him warily.
"How was that for a first kiss?"