PWP IshiRai
By Nori
Ishida/Sakurai
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If we owned them, they would so be doing this in the series.
Notes: For Bunny
Ishida Tetsu wasn't sure how he'd gotten into this mess to begin with; but it was probably somewhere between teasing taunts and lewd gestures that had him pinning Sakurai to the lockerroom wall, tongue forcefully shoved in the smaller boy's mouth, a hand slipping down the front of his pants; fondling and curling his palm around his double partner's erection, fingers teasing and touches torturing.
Soon enough pants had been discarded, slick fingers jamming roughly into his friend's body; scissoring and stretching the small opening which eliciting cries of mixed pain and pleasure from Sakurai's throat. Call it sexual frustration, call it what you will but by now Ishida had had enough of not-so-subtle comeons from his partner, for once putting his thoughts into action.
Hard tile hurt his knees but he didn't particularly give a fuck at the moment, the only thing invading his senses was the feeling of tight heat enveloping his cock, the pinch of hands clawing at his back and muffled cries ripping from Sakurai's (and maybe his own?) throat. Sakurai bucked against him, back arched and legs spread wide enough to accomodate the bigger boy, clinging on nearly for dear life as he was mercilessly taken; skin slapping against his own with hardfast thrusts and jerks of Ishida's hips.
His breaths came faster, hand sliding down Ishida's arm and to his own stomach; fingers curling around his cock and stroking, working himself up more and more to the ever-changing rhythm of the bigger teen's hips. Soon enough he came, wet, sticky semen plastering over his hand and stomach and splashing onto the other boy as well.
Ishida hissed, his hands curling tightly into Sakurai's hips; a loud grunt rumbling in his chest as he continued on. Too fast for his own good, but the faster they got things done the less of a chance of having Tachibana or one of the other guys on the team walk in; it was after all, almost time for Fudoumine's regulars to be gathering for morning practice. But enough of that.
Fingers dug into pale skin, chest heaving and breaths coming out in pants as the tall boy finally came; eyes clenching shut as he slammed against his friend's body, anchoring himself as deep as he could get.
Panting and trembling slightly in the aftermath Ishida pulled out, a sour expression on his face from the suddenly noticable pain of aching knees. Offering a hand up to a flushed-faced Sakurai he snatched up his jersey and made his way to the showers.
Tachibana had never said just how they had to go about their morning workouts, but this was definately one Ishida Tetsu could get used to.
