Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 6

 

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kirihara Akaya + Sanada Genichirou, Rikkaidai
Genre: Teen-Angst Drama, Teen Sexuality
Warnings: Hospitals, grumpy-vice-captains, deviously-plotting captains, mischievious koheis, easily-amused friends, massage oil, and teenaged libidos.
Spoilers: Rikkaidai Arc
Summary: Kirihara schemes to get some time alone with his vice-captain and worries he's bitten off more than he can chew.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi. Original characters and story idea are property of Andrea Readwolf.

Date Started: March 2005
Word Count: 1754

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

 

Kirihara had always felt pretty confident about his kissing skills, but the way Sanada's tongue licked at his lips first teasing then smoothing and touching all over inside his mouth in an almost ticklish way... He moaned and tried to crawl as close as possible into Sanada's body.

 

"Damn," Sanada whispered harshly, pulling back a little to glare down at Kirihara.

 

"Don't stop," the younger boy protested, tilting his head up to try and lick at Sanada's lips. "I like the way you taste and feel," he added, flexing his body. "So good...Sanada-senpai--"

 

"Turn around," the older boy directed, shifting them both back down onto the tatami mats with Kirihara sitting between his legs and leaning back against Sanada's chest. Kirihara whimpered as Sanada's arms wrapped around him and Sanada's larger hand wrapped around Kirihara's length. Kirihara's hand found Sanada's thighs, fisting first in the material of his pants before smoothing them out and gripping strong, muscled thighs.

 

"Senpai--I--!" he choked out, startled as he felt the beginning rush of climax charging through him.

 

"It's okay, Akaya," Sanada's voice was think and heavy and reassuring as his lips moved over Kirihara's throat and shoulder. His other hand smoothed over Kirihara's stomach and chest in a soothing, coaxing manner before he found and began to play with a hard, dusky-dark nipple. "This is what you wanted, right, Akaya? I'm touching you. You're going to come soon."

 

Teeth suddenly closed around an earlobe.

 

"You too!" Kirihara gasped, his mind overloading with pleasure.

 

"Later," Sanada growled. "You first. Come for me, Akaya."

 

He hadn't meant to, he'd tried to hold back, but there was something in the way Sanada had said that 'for me'--or, hell, maybe his body was just so conditioned to obeying the vice-captain's commands. Kirihara lay shuddering against Sanada, only dimly aware that the other boy was smearing his fingers over his stomach and through the mess he had made.

 

Then, Sanada lifted two fingers to his own mouth. Kirihara watched transfixed.

 

"What does it taste like?" he couldn't resist asking.

 

Sanada looked at him with amusement, and then Kirihara found fingers pressed to his mouth, as well. He wrapped his lips around them, bathing the digits with his tongue before Sanada pulled them away, turned Kirihara's head and kissed him again semi-anxious to rid himself of the not-so-yummy taste.

 

He squirmed, Sanada's hardness pressing into his thigh, and, feeling really good and happy, he teased, "Ne, Sanada-senpai... it's later." He turned more to face the other teen and asked hesitantly, fingers brushing questioningly along Sanada's thigh, "Will you... let me....?"

 

He licked his lips, nervous with excitement.

 

But Sanada frowned. "Have you... done that before?" he asked haltingly, and Kirihara leaned back, scratching his nose in an endearingly childish manner.

 

"No, but I've wanted to," he rushed to add, trying for one of his cocky grins and a little worried that it failed miserably. "So, um, can I?" he asked.

 

Sanada reached out and pulled him closer again, closing their mouths again, and Kirihara moaned. When Sanada released him, he answered, "I would be honored."

 

Kirihara moved to kiss him again, and then grinned, plucking at Sanada's school shirt. "You're still dressed and I'm all naked. Kinda unfair, isn't it?"

 

Sanada's lips twitched. "We should do something to fix that."

 

He reached up and Kirihara fell back. Darkened brown eyes remained fixed on Kirihara as the shirt was removed and then tossed away. Kirihara licked his lips and started to move forward again.

 

"You look really good."

 

Sanada lips twitched into a teasing grin. "That's because you're a scrawny little kid."

 

"Hey!" the younger teen cried out in protest. "I might look scrawny, but it's solid muscle!" he boasted before grinning cheekily. "Besides, I'm just growing, is all." He reached out and touched Sanada's shoulders... his chest... and lower, becoming more assured of himself the more skin his fingers encounter.

 

"Of course," he added, "you could make anyone look like a skinny stick. Damn. I work out on the same machines you do, so how come I don't look like this, huh?"

 

Sanada pulled him closer again, and Kirihara moved willingly into his lap. "Body types, genetics... I also practice kendo and--"

 

Kirihara moved in before Sanada could say anything else, cutting off his words with lips and teeth and tongue. He groaned, rubbing himself against Sanada and grinning wildly. Sanada's warm hands were pressing into his lower back, encouraging him to move closer. Kirihara's renewed erection was now pressing against Sanada's naked stomach and the cotton of their school pants slid against his backside.

 

"I'm getting your pants dirty," the younger boy pointed out, a reminder that he was still naked and the other teen only partially so. His head fell to the side as Sanada's lips closed around an earlobe again.

 

"I guess I should take them off," Sanada teased, running his hands lower down Kirihara's back until he was squeezing the boy's ass. Kirihara groaned and pressed back into his touch.

 

"Sanada-sempai~" he gasped. "If I... if I asked, would you... " he licked wet lips and pressed his chest up against Sanada's again, really enjoying the way his body was feeling in this moment and knowing it could get even better. "Would you... do me?" he finally managed.

 

Sanada held him tighter for a moment, and then he relaxed. "No, Akaya," he answered, catching Kirihara's chin when the other boy moved to pull back. "Not today, but, if you still want, maybe another time, when you've had more time to think about it seriously."

 

Kirihara moved his face beside Sanada's and whispered in his ear. "I want you, *now*."

 

"Akaya~"

 

Hands were in his hair, gripping his scalp and holding him close as Sanada's mouth took his again.

 

"Did you still want to help me out of my pants?" he asked after another long minute of kissing and touching.

 

Grinning, Kirihara scooted back and leaned forward so he didn't have to stop kissing him as Sanada worked his belt and pants free. And then he leaned away, rolling smoothly onto his back and pulling Sanada forward so that the older teen hovered over him now. Still kissing and touching, they somehow managed to work Sanada's school pants and boxers off, and Kirihara hissed loudly and appreciatively, drinking in Sanada's groan when their naked arousals finally touched.

 

Kirihara knew nothing like it. It was hot and extremely exciting, this feeling, the sensation and knowledge that this was Sanada touching and kissing him, Sanada's cock rubbing up against his like that, and in a craving need to get *closer*, Kirihara wrapped his legs around Sanada's thighs and undulated himself, fast and hard, building up a friction that he was sure would burn him alive.

 

He'd already come once this evening, and here he was, hot and hard and ready to shoot again--it was crazy-hot, turned on like he was.

 

"Sanada-sempai," he gasped harshly. "I--oh, shit~"

 

Sanada rolled them over, and Kirihara suddenly found himself straddling him as the older teen reached between them to grab up both their erections and stroked, strong, as assuredly as he had jerked Kirihara off earlier. Kirihara's hands braced against Sanada's shoulders, and for a moment that seemed to stretch on for forever, all he could concentrate on was how good everything felt and how much better he knew it would be when he came, and then it would be even better because Sanada would come to. Then Kirihara remembered how Sanada had looked, licking up Kirihara's come, and how badly Kirihara wanted to taste Sanada, too, how he still wanted to try sucking Sanada's cock into his mouth, but this felt so good, too...

 

"Sanada--wait--" Kirihara growled. "I want to--I want to suck you off, dammit."

 

Sanada squeezed them both harder and answered only one word, "After."

 

Kirihara groaned, his body moving of its own accord, seeking out the sensations that brought it pleasure, and he succumbed to the knowledge that he would find another release, very soon. A muffled groan indicated Sanada was close too, and Kirihara forced himself to watch the other teen come.

 

Gasping, panting, sweating almost as profusely as if they had just finished ten warm-up matches, bodies trembling in aftershocks, Kirihara continued to stare down at Sanada--as if he feared by looking away, he would wake up and this would be nothing but a dream. But movement attracted his eyes down to Sanada's chest, where fingers were smearing through the combined mess of Kirihara's and Sanada's cum. And then Sanada lifted his fingers to his lips and slowly licked and sucked them clean.

 

Excitement raced across Kirihara's nerves, causing him to shiver at little, and he ducked down to run his tongue across Sanada's chest in a not-so-straight line. The taste still wasn't great, but the idea--that this was Sanada's cum in his mouth.... he swallowed quickly and leaned down again to lick up more before closing his mouth over Sanada's again.

 

Sanada's tongue danced with his and Kirihara made more noises, pressing closer. Their chests pressed together and the sticky substance of their cum smeared against Kirihara's chest, too.

 

Then he scooted down until he was sitting on Sanada's thighs. He reached out and touched the other teen experimentally, exploring the other teen with only a brief conformational glance for reassurance. Sanada sat up, propped up on his elbows to watch as Kirihara ran his fingers over Sanada's length, licking his lips in eager nervousness.

 

He was really going to do it. Sanada was really going to let him do it. He scooted back just a little further and leaned over, hesitantly. Sanada's length was already growing thick and full again, and Kirihara felt like his own body was buzzing deliciously when Sanada stopped him.

 

"Akaya--you don't have to do this," he said when Kirihara looked at him, worried Sanada would tell him he couldn't do it.

 

Grinning a mixture of relief and impish delight, Kirihara didn't reply in words but simply ducked his head and began licking Sanada's quickening cock. Muffled noises seemed to shake Sanada's body as Kirihara became more emboldened and attempted to swallow it. He was really getting into it, enjoying analyzing the feel and weight of Sanada's length and the stretch of his mouth as he tried to swallow more, when the older teen stopped him again.

 

Fingers teased through his hair before tugging him up and off. "Akaya--stop."

 

 

TBC