Cinnamon Kisses
ficlet
A/N: This is the first time I'm writing something like this. xD It was suppose to be a drabble, but apparently those are 100 words only. I absolutely love this pairing. Hopefully, I didn't do this pair wrong and write an absolutely crappy fic that makes people barf. This is one of the themes in this fanfiction challenge thing I found. Well, it's not too bad, I don't think. :3 And I have no clue if this counts for M or T...so I'll just put M just in case. Though they're not really doing anything M-ish.
Cinnamon, Ryoma decided as he licked his lips, that's what he tasted like. A tantalizing mix of cinnamon and sugar. It was quite interesting, seeing how the Seigaku captain didn't seem like the type to eat sweets. His golden eyes flickered to the taller man who was staring him down; his eyes didn't reveal anything to the freshman. Ryoma licked his lips again, slower as he tried gauge the reaction from his buchou.
"Aa…" He stated nervously, in his own Echizen way, when he noticed that Tezuka was obviously not going to say anything. Mentally shrugging his shoulders, he fidgeted with his cap, pulling it over his eyes so his buchou wouldn't see the hurt forming in his eyes.
"Goodbye buchou."
Taking in a breath, he tried to walk past Tezuka, pretending that what just happened never occurred. Pretending that he did not just kiss the older boy and pretending that Tezuka hadn't said anything for the past two minutes.
He froze as he felt warm fingers wrap around his wrist. He looked back in surprised to see Tezuka glaring at him.
"Echizen."
And that was all said before lips met his own. Ryoma felt himself being pushed against a locker, but he found that he didn't care as much, when Tezuka's lips mashed themselves against his. His lips moved passionately in response, he felt himself gasp as he felt his buchou grasp tightly at his ass, thrusting Ryoma's body closer to his.
He could feel the older boy's hardening erection against his thigh and he was sure Tezuka probably felt his. Their tongues battled each other as they continued to kiss, their hands and fingers groping and grasping, their bodies heating up more and more until their breaking point.
It was actually Tezuka who pulled away first, his arms still pinning Ryoma against the locker. His eyes watched the younger boy pant as he tried to catch his breath. Tezuka raised own his hands to brush back the blackish-green strand of hair that was plastered on the freshman's forehead.
That's when Ryoma saw the gentle smile Tezuka…no, Kunimitsu gave him. Ryoma smirked back, "Mada mada da ne…Kunimitsu." Reaching out, Ryoma grasped the sides of Tezuka's jacket, deciding that he wanted to taste cinnamon again.
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