Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most
By TG
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Disclaimer: I don't own PoT or the title of the story.
Warnings: Probable OOC-ness, established relationship. Un-betaed and written in ten minutes:) Also, pr0n without plot.
Author's Note: Once again Snark2 failed to come up with any prompts for the last couple of months.
Summary: Keigo's silk sheets just felt so good that he didn't really want to get off the bed.
Prompt word: Silk
Enjoy!
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Ryoma sighed as he undressed to his boxers and flopped onto his boyfriend's bed. He reveled in the feeling of Keigo's nice silk sheets on his bare chest, trying to ignore the jolt of pleasure as his nipples brushed against the fabric as he shifted to a more comfortable spot.
Ever since Keigo had kissed him on the court after their tennis game earlier that day, his skin had become hyper-aware of everything it touched and left him rather aroused. He wished Keigo were here now to take care of the problem, but he wasn't sure that he could wait for his lover to turn up –his erection was straining and becoming rather painful, the pre-cum staining the front of his boxers.
He shifted again and groaned as his boxers scraped over the head of his cock.
'To hell with it,' he thought, yanking his boxers down and grabbing himself in a tight grip.
He moaned quietly and began to stroke himself, forgetting that this wasn't his house and Keigo or any of his housekeepers could walk in on him at any second. He sighed as he smeared the pre-cum over his cock, making it easier to fist. He sucked on two of his fingers, moaning as he fantasized about what it felt like when Keigo sucked him off.
Just as his hand started speeding up, a movement caught his eye from the shadows and his whole body jerked in surprise as none other than his lover strode toward him, his eyes darkened with lust. Ryoma blushed so hard he thought he would explode.
"Finish," Atobe rasped. Ryoma gaped at him. He couldn't help it, they'd never done this type of thing before –usually it was straight sex, no kinks. "Finish."
Ryoma sucked in a breath, a little embarrassed to be caught masturbating and asked to finish himself, but soon he was lost in the pleasure as his own hand stroked him to completion. The white hot pleasure faded and was quickly replaced with Keigo's lips on his pulse.
Embarrassing as it was, he could get used to this kind of response. But only if Keigo's silk sheets were involved.
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Author's Note: Sorry about the shortness. I got impatient. If you think this should be rated M rather than T, let me know, but since I wasn't explicit, I'm leaving it at T.