Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Delicate - Rikkaidai - YukiSanada ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Delicate

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Yukimura and Sanada
Genre: shounen-ai
Warnings: yaoi, slight occ
Spoilers: none
Summary: written in response to <lj user = lysapadin>'s request for a 'girly' Sanada. Not really crack, but it may still seem like Sanada is out-of-character.

Disclaimer: "This derivative work, distributed without permission, is not for profit, and no infringement on the income of the copyright holder is intended".　[<lj user = alltrees>]

Date Started: February 2005
Status: complete
Word Count: 1093

 

 

~~~~Delicate~~~~

 

 

He fell onto the bed with a loud exhale.

 

"We shouldn't do this," he whispered, looking away as the other boy's naked body pressed down into his. Lips and teeth nipped lightly at the exposed skin of his throat, and he shivered. "It's wrong."

 

"What's wrong with it?" the other young man whispered feverently. "I want you, and you want me--see how eagerly your body reacts?"

 

Hands slid down along the undersides of his arms until fingers squeezed his wrists, raising them up over his head and pressing them into the mattress. Lips whispered against his ear, and he shivered.

 

"You want me inside you, filling you, don't you? Admit it."

 

"Y-yes... please," he breathed, breath hitching and groin tightening with anticipation. He was going to touch him--going to fuck him--fill him--and he wouldn't be gentle with him or soft or sweet or tender. "Please," he asked again, wanting it, needing it.

 

"I like it when you beg. You're so pretty, begging for my cock, so eager for you. Look at how wet you are," the other boy added, rubbing his thumb over his cock head. "Were you a good boy? Did you prepare yourself for me? Did you play with yourself and think of me?"

 

He cried out, a tiny whimper of want and need as the other boy's fingers continued to tease over his cock and balls, lightly scraping his nails over the delicate skin.

 

"Did you slick your fingers up real good and stick them deep inside yourself, remembering how good you felt when it was my cock up inside you, stretching you, filling you again and again? Did you think about how hard I was going to make you come when I played with you like this?"

 

Fingers pressed against his entrance, slipping just a little inside the slick opening, and then sliding in further to brush against the spongy bundle of nerves that had him jerking and shouting his lover's name loudly.

 

"Seiichi!"

 

Smiling lips pressed against his cheek. "Yes, Genichirou-chan?"

 

"Please," he gasped, clinging to his captain's strong, lithe body.

 

"Please what?" Yukimura held out.

 

"Please... fuck me....?"

 

"Of course," Yukimura replied, teasing Sanada's lips open as he settled between the other boy's spread thighs. "It would be my pleasure."

 

Sanada moaned, opening his mouth and body willingly, eagerly to Yukimura's. A hand grasped behind his knee and with a tiny grunt of protest, Sanada found himself partially folded in half, his one leg caught up by Yukimura's arm as the other boy kissed him deeply and guided himself into Sanada's body.

 

There was a flash of burning stretching as Yukimura filled him, as his tongue did wicked things to his mouth and his fingers tweaked his hardened nipples. And the pleasure-pain of it all was so heavy, Sanada thought he would start crying just to find a release to the pent up storm of roiling emotions inside him. He tore his mouth away and words--pleas, curses--poured from his lips.

 

"Please, Seiichi, oh, more. Don't stop, please, please, don't stop. I need it; I need you, so much. So much, so good. Oh please, don't stop. Don't ever stop. More Seiichi, I need more. I can't---oh, Seiichi, I can't--I--!!"

 

It was the hand that was his undoing, Sanada realized. Yukimura's calloused hand that jerked roughly at his cock, squeezing and pressing, demanding with as much intensity as the cock sliding in and out of him.

 

And it was good, that sweet release that he only found here, in this bed, with Yukimura. It was so good--his entire body tingling, as if electrical sparks were jolting through his nervous system.

 

Then he became aware of the hand gently fingering through his sweaty hair, and he jerked away, wincing when a spike of pain jolted through him.

 

"Are you okay?" Yukimura asked, concern coloring his voice.

 

"Fine," he replied, unable to look the other boy in the face, knowing his was blushing and hating himself for it.

 

Fingers slid across his cheek and forced his face up. "Did I hurt you, Genichirou?" Yukimura asked, studying his face closely, and Sanada pulled away again.

 

"I said I'm fine," he snapped unintentionally, and immediately regretted it. He never snapped or spoke harshly to Yukimura, of which the other boy was well aware of, and now the concern shining out of those loving eyes was doubled, making Sanada feel worse.

 

He felt the overwhelming urge to get up, to get away, to get out, as far away as possible, and he stood, mumbling a hasty, "Excuse me," as he grabbed his yukata.

 

"Genichirou?" Yukimura called after him, but he was already out of the room.

 

In the washroom, Sanada stared at his face in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with him. He splashed water onto his face, used the toilet--wincing a bit as he dabbed a warm, moist wash cloth at his entrance--and was washing his hands again when someone knocked softly on the door.

 

"Sanada? May I come in?"

 

"Door's unlocked," he replied, shifting nervously--foolishly, his mind snapped at him. He met Yukimura's gaze in the mirror, and then looked guiltily away, but what he had to feel guilty about he didn't know.

 

"I'm sorry."

 

Sanada started, looking up at the other boy.

 

"I forget, sometimes, just how delicate you are," Yukimura said softly, leaned back against the door. "If I hurt you, I'm sorry."

 

Sanada felt his cheeks burn again, "I'm not delicate," he protested, and then he looked away. "And you didn't hurt me."

 

"I'm sorry," Yukimura repeated again, stepping away from the door.

 

A hand slid over his back, smoothing down to rest over his buttocks. "Does it hurt very badly?"

 

"It doesn't hurt," he murmured, turning into the other boy's body.

 

"Liar," Yukimura returned softly, pulling Sanada to him. "You are so sensitive, Genichirou." He tilted Sanada's face to his again and brought their lips together in a sweet, airy kiss of lips and breaths. "You really are a delicate person," Yukimura sighed.

 

"Seiichi," Sanada breathed, stretching into the palm cupping his neck as the other boy ran his tongue teasingly along Sanada's lips until he parted them and Yukimura could sweep his tongue along Sanada's, thrusting and parrying--Until Sanada's knees went weak and he buckled against the sink for support as he moaned.

 

"Let's go back to your room, Genichirou-chan," Yukimura's voice teased him lightly. "I need to apologize to you properly."

 

And Sanada whimpered, but followed him willingly.

 

~~~owarimasu~~~