Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 9

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 9/
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.

Date Started: April 2005
Word Count: 1392

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

MONDAY

 

 

"Ne, Sanada?"

 

The older teen didn't look away from the notebooks in front of him. "Mmm?"

 

"What's up between Yukimura and Niou?"

 

Sanada frowned, looking at something in one book and comparing it with another. "What do you mean?"

 

"On Friday, when Buchou showed up after practice," Kirihara explained, still frowning over the memory. "They were all touching up on each other. I've never seen them like that before. And right in front of Yagyuu, too."

 

"No, I guess not," Sanada returned with a small, amused smile.

 

When it appeared as though Sanada wasn't going to say anything more about it, Kirihara decided to ask Yanagi, but then Sanada surprised him by answering, "They used to go out. Then, one day, they stopped. Yukimura said they made better friends than lovers, and then Niou was with Yagyuu."

 

Kirihara felt his jaw drop. Yukimura and Niou had been lovers? He'd never--It had always been Niou and Yagyuu as far as he knew. When---How---Well, damn.

 

Sanada was watching him, he realized, and Kirihara snapped his mouth shut, staring intently down at the book he was trying to read.

 

"Are you almost finished with your homework, Akaya?" the third year asked, closing his own books.

 

Kirihara grinned. "All caught up till Wednesday," he confirmed, tossing his book onto his bag before pouncing. It didn't take nearly as long for both boys to be naked, Kirihara moaning loudly, arching up into the warm body pressing down from behind him.

 

"Please," he panted, rocking his hips back into the cradle of Sanada's groin, tingling all over with electric-laced pleasure at the ready friction of Sanada's cock as it slid against his ass. An arm wrapped around his waist, its hand moving furiously over Kirihara's straining flesh, the other hand pressed firmly against the tatami mats, preventing Sanada's weight from crushing him to the floor. Sanada's face was buried against Kirihara's throat, and his breath burned the younger boy's skin aflame. He felt overwhelmed by acute senses, so many sensations, he thought he might spontaneously combust at any moment.

 

"Please! Want you," he begged, body moving mindlessly. There was a building ache from right behind his balls, an itch at his entrance, and a gut clawing need. He wanted it.

 

Curiosity had sent him to the internet where he found a plethora of information about guy sex. He thought he had a pretty good understanding of the basics, and some of the pictures he'd looked at were intriguing, while some of the stories he'd bothered to read were--well, a couple had been pretty gross, but there had been several more that had been really exciting. They had fed his imagination for the past several days, and he was dying to try some of those things he'd read with Sanada.

 

Kirihara suspected that Sanada had done this sort of thing before. He wasn't sure of how far the other teen had gotten or who with, but the way Sanada kissed him, the way he touched him, told Kirihara there was more than just knowledge gleamed from research guiding Sanada's actions. Not that he was complaining, of course, although he was a tad bit jealous and curious of who it could have been. He wanted Sanada to do those kind of things with him.

 

Suddenly, Kirihara sat up. Pushing Sanada away, he twisted, squirming around until he was straddling Sanada's hips. Grinning cheekily down at the surprised teen, Kirihara slowly rocked his hips forward, watching Sanada's eyes burn as their naked arousals pressed and rubbed together.

 

He leaned down over Sanada, hovering centimeters over his face. Sanada's hands had adhered to Kirihara's waist when he'd moved, and now he pushed one hand lower, over the part of his ass and breathed against Sanada's lips, enticingly. "Sempai, touch me. Here..."

 

Sanada kissed him as his fingers curled, parting Kirihara's ass open. Cool air rushed between heated skin. A second hand slid down and squeezed the tawny muscled globe.

 

"Like this?"

 

Fingers brushed teasingly over his entrance, and Kirihara moaned, rocking between the twin sensations of Sanada's body before him and the hands against his ass.

 

"More."

 

He moved willingly when Sanada rolled him over onto his back and returned that warm brown gaze unflinchingly, though it was somewhat hard to keep his eyes open under the assault of sensation.

 

"Has anyone else," Sanada began to ask, but Kirihara shook his head quickly.

 

"No one," he breathed, undulating more. "I--I've tried a little by myself," he admitted as an afterthought, not wanting Sanada to think him completely inexperienced. Something flashed across the older boy's face, something that quickened his breath and dried his mouth.

 

Sanada leaned over him, his lips and hot breath caressing Kirihara's ear as he whispered, "Did you like it, Akaya? Did you like it when you fingered yourself?"

 

Kirihara gave a stifled little groan, turning his face to capture Sanada's mouth with his and kissing him hotly, wetly. "But it's never enough to feel really good. Please, touch me."

 

Sanada grunted, reaching over to snag the jar of scented cream he'd used earlier on Kirihara's shoulder. Scooping up a generous amount with two fingers, he smeared the cool cream against Kirihara's entrance, massaging the slippery substance into the sensitive skin. Kirihara moaned and writhed beneath him, hooking an arm around the older boy's shoulder to gain enough leverage to prop himself within reach of Sanada's mouth, his legs spreading further apart in wordless insistence for more.

 

Slowly-- traitorously, horrifyingly, agonizingly slowly-- one finger pressed against the ringed opening before sliding inside to the second knuckle.

 

And then it withdrew.

 

And then it pressed in again.

 

And withdrew again. And pressed. And withdrew.

 

Kirihara cried out, panting with need. "More, sempai," he begged. "More, please. Don't stop, please, more."

 

"You like it."

 

"Yes," the dark-haired second year hissed, writhing in effort to take more in. His mouth searched for and found Sanada's in time for a second finger to join the first, and he moaned against the other teen's lips. He clung to Sanada with arms and legs, wordlessly entreating him to move faster, to give him more. His breath hitched just that little bit more when a third finger slid beside the first two, and he groaned.

 

"Feels so good," he managed to articulate breathlessly.

 

It was Sanada's turn to groan appreciatively when a hand slid between their bellies to wrap around his sex. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come too soon," he told the younger boy thickly, grunting a little as his hips jerks instinctively into that assured grip.

 

"Want you to come," Kirihara returned. Teeth sank into his throat and Kirihara cried out. "Want to come."

 

He wanted to, so badly. The few measly kisses Sanada had allowed them over the last three days just weren't satisfying enough, and they were a pallid reflection of the fantasies that had perused Kirihara's imagination.

 

And then it happened. He'd read about it, but nothing could have prepared him for the actual sensation when Sanada's fingers brushed against *that* spot. He'd read that it felt really good, but everything he and Sanada had down thus far had felt pretty damn good. This felt...

 

"Again," Kirihara managed to gasp out as his muscles contracted painfully, his brain attempting to avoid sensation-overload.

 

Sanada obliged, touching him there again and again and it was so much, too much, and Kirihara wondered if you could die from so much stimulation. He felt like screaming, but vaguely remembered there were in Sanada's house and Sanada's family was in the dojo in back. Instead he closed his teeth around Sanada's shoulder and bit before sucking hard.

 

It was hard to breath. He thought he might pass out but didn't care. It felt so good. He didn't want it to stop. He needed it to stop, but he didn't want it to.

 

Kirihara shivered, vaguely aware that Sanada was lying behind him, and they were both laying on their sides now. Sanada was holding him around the waist and nuzzling his shoulder, and a warm hand towel rubbed against his chest and stomach, wiping away the traces of their climax.

 

"That," he murmured, shifting back against Sanada's chest with a lazy-pleased smile on his face, eyes feeling unbearably heavy as they drifted shut, "was great."

 

 

******

 

TBC