[fic] A Particularly Bad Idea (But Not Really) Title: A Particularly Bad Idea (But Not Really) Rating: NC-17 Fandom: Prince of Tennis Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji Word count: ~1,000 Warnings: Very light bondage, NSFW, do you guys have any idea how long it's been since I've even tried to write smut? For:7_days/When Hobbies Get in the Way of Themselves Disclaimer: Not mine
The handcuffs had been on Fuji's desk, surrounded by a term paper or two and several pencils, all of which were too sharp to have been used recently. Fuji's hand had brushed them briefly when he reached around for the lube and Tezuka had inhaled sharply. Fuji's head shot up and their eyes met. Fuji broke out in a happy little smile. "Want to try something new?"
"Not particularly," Tezuka said, but he didn't mean it.
Fuji grabbed the handcuffs and continued searching for the lube while Tezuka watched. He found the bottle and returned to the bed triumphantly. The handcuffs were unlocked and Tezuka didn't see a key in sight, which could have been bad, but Fuji had closed one of the handcuff cuffs around his right arm and looped it through the bed frame before he realized this. The other cuff was around his left arm before he could say anything and Fuji's hand was on his cock as he opened his mouth, so all that came out was a soft moan.
Fuji grinned at him, hand leisurely fondling Tezuka's cock. "Yes, Tezuka?" he asked sweetly.
"You have the keys." Tezuka stated it as a fact, because if Fuji didn't have the keys... he didn't want to think about that.
"Don't worry about that," Fuji said.
Tezuka frowned. "You do have the keys."
Fuji hummed a meaningless tune and moved between Tezuka's legs.
"Fuji!" Tezuka didn't think that Fuji would chain him to the bed if he didn't have the keys somewhere, but it was possible that Fuji had been too horny to notice, not that anyone could look at his relaxed pose and think him horny. Which was another problem, really, but—
Fuji licked at the head of his cock, gentle feathery touches with his tongue that were most certainly not enough, yet somehow more than enough to make Tezuka lose his train of thought. Tezuka thrust his hips upward and his cock hit Fuji on the nose, which was most definitely not what he was going for. Fuji started back, a little shocked, and started laughing. "Patience, Tezuka, patience!"
Tezuka grunted, pulling lightly against the handcuffs. They clink together metallically. Fuji lifted a hand to his face to wipe off the precome that had smeared onto it. He looked at Tezuka, blue eyes wide open, and brought his hand to his mouth, pink tongue darting out to taste Tezuka. Tezuka watched him, blood rushing downwards, as Fuji finished cleaning off his hand.
"Want more," Fuji muttered. He bent down again, kneeling and bent over double, legs a little spread for balance, and took Tezuka in his mouth, lips closing around him. His tongue caressed the underside of Tezuka's cock playfully, touching gently one moment and gone the next and again. Tezuka moaned and gripped the chains on the handcuffs, trying not to thrust to get deeper into that hot, wet warmth. He would be holding Fuji's shoulder now, if he weren't tied up, he thought. Maybe touching himself, where Fuji wasn't.
As if Fuji could read his thoughts, he brought one hand up to stroke Tezuka where he wasn't sucking and another hand to take care of himself. He moaned softly and Tezuka could feel the vibrations through his mouth. Then Fuji pulled away and stopped touching him. Tezuka gasped at the sudden cold and Fuji wiped his lips, but didn't lick it away. "After all the trouble I went through to find the lube," Fuji said, "we should use it."
"Yes."
"Mm," Fuji popped the cap open. "I think I want you inside of me this time." He poured the lube onto his fingers and reached behind himself. "Is that all right?" He was talking just to be talking, Tezuka was sure, so Tezuka didn't reply. Instead, he watches Fuji, whose eyes fluttered shut as he prepared himself. Tezuka really wished that he had objected to the handcuffs now, seeing Fuji like this, fucking himself open on his own fingers. He wanted to grab Fuji and replace Fuji's fingers with his own, force Fuji open, find the one spot that would make Fuji writhe in his arms then take him hard, fucking him into the bed.
Fuji moaned and Tezuka could imagine him forcing another finger into himself. His eyes were closed now, his mouth slack, and he looked completely focused on his thrusting fingers. Tezuka watched him hungrily and he could feel himself get harder, though that should have been ridiculous, especially after Fuji had just blown him. Fuji opened his eyes again and took his hands out from behind himself.
Fuji crawled up to Tezuka and claimed his lips in a hungry kiss, not unlike the one that had started this in the first place, lips pressed together and tongue exploring inside Tezuka's mouth, and then he was gone, positioning himself over Tezuka's cock and one hand holding Tezuka steady as he lowered himself down. He moved slowly, he always did when they first got going like this, letting Tezuka just fill him as Tezuka lost himself in the tight heat inside of Fuji. He ground against Tezuka's cock for a moment, and then he moaned and started to move. Tezuka thrust with him, trying to match Fuji's rhythm, but it was difficult when he couldn't hold onto Fuji, couldn’t touch him. Their motion pulled him away from the headboard and the handcuffs dug into his skin, so he pulled on the chain to bring them back up and kept thrusting.
Tezuka came first, lost all control and lost his grip on the handcuffs. Fuji went faster and once Tezuka could see again, he realized that Fuji was stroking himself furiously and he really wanted to be the one doing that. It didn't take Fuji long, though, and he came with a loud moan. Warm come landed on Tezuka's stomach, followed shortly by Fuji, who fell onto Tezuka after recovering from his orgasm. They lay there, breathing hard and warming each other against the chilly air, then Tezuka said what had to be the worst idea of pillow talk that he'd ever had.