Disclaimer: Yeah, I definitely don't own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters. That's probably for the best.
Author's Note: I'm not too sure where this came from but I'm pretty sure it's from reading ChibiPashaBriefs MizuYuu one-shot, so I'm going to dedicate it to her whether she reads it or not.
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Yuuta was tired. He was tired of denying what he wanted. Tired of fighting what he felt. Tired of trying to be better than his brother. There were just some parts of Yuuta that could never be anything like Syusuke, and Yuuta was not going to be something that he was not just to compete with his brother; there was tennis for that. No, Yuuta was tired of lying to his friends and himself just so that he could be the perfect child. His mother might be upset at first but she would always love him unconditionally, besides she always had Syusuke and Yumiko to give her the grandchildren that she always wanted. Yuuta was tired of denying his sexual preference; three months of denial and almost a year of refusing to act on his desire were enough to drive Yuuta mad. Finally, he decided to give in, to accept what he longed for, to throw all thoughts of living up to expectations to the wind, to just feel and be happy.
It was amazing what one pair of lips, one pair of hands, could do. Years of fear evaporated. Thoughts of his brother disappeared. All that mattered was Mizuki: his soft lips upon Yuuta's own, the slight taste of cherry from Mizuki's lip balm invading Yuuta's senses as Mizuki's hands caressed Yuuta's well-toned chest. The rest of the world had dropped away with the fabric of their clothes; all that was left was Yuuta and Mizuki. There was only skin upon sweat-coated skin and a deep silence only broken by the pleasure filled moans and the gasps of ecstasy. He was lost, lost in a steady rhythm of pumps and thrusts and bucks. He was free, free to let the emotions that were kept bottled inside of him for so long bubble to the surface and overflow as he arched into the heated body above him as he searched for more contact. He had succumbed to desire in the most basic and primal of ways, and he loved it.
Grasping the thin cotton sheets beneath him Yuuta threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as pleasure assaulted his from every direction. Mizuki's lips were at his neck, fiercely nipping and gently sucking at Yuuta's pulse before running his warm wet tongue across Yuuta's Adam's apple to repeat the process. One of Mizuki's calloused hands was tugging almost viciously at Yuuta's erect member, bringing Yuuta close to completion. Mizuki's own hardened organ was pushing in to Yuuta and then swiftly pulling back out, pounding Yuuta's prostate with each frenzied thrust. It was more than he could bear. Within no time at all Yuuta was shuddering against Mizuki, his body tightening around Mizuki as Yuuta reached completion, all but screaming out his rapture. Soon after Mizuki found his own bliss, releasing his essence into the tight cavern of his lover.
Yuuta was tired. But his insecurities and fears could wait until the morning. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was curl up in Mizuki's strong embrace and let sleep take him over.