Prince of Tennis (Chitose/Shiraishi) [week 2 - prompt 3] Title: Alternate Reality Author: ketchupblood Rating: NC17 Warnings: Slash, porn Word Count: 750 Summary: Chitose masturbates Author's Notes: Can you tell I was in a hurry? =/
Chitose's mouth opened into a perfect little 'o' and he arched his back as Shiraishi let his tongue trail a path down Chitose's chest and to his balls. He studied them appreciatively for only a moment before taking one in his mouth and sucking it while gently massaging Chitose's other ball with his hand.
Chitose's hand encircled his cock and slowly moved up and down its length. If he thought hard enough and lost himself fully enough, he could even imagine that this daydream was a reality.
"Shiraishi..." Chitose gasped.
"Mm..." Shiraishi hummed, sending shivers of pleasure down (up? Chitose wasn't sure anymore) Chitose's spine.
"Stop." It would have been more impressive if he could have held back the moan that came right after.
Shiraishi stopped, though, as unimpressive as Chitose's command had been. "Don't you want this?" He asked, almost mockingly.
Chitose nodded and captured Shiraishi's mouth in a demanding kiss. When they came up for air, he said, "I want this" and let his hand run up Shiraishi's thigh and onto his very hard erection. "I want to make you moan."
Shiraishi didn't say anything, but he claimed Chitose's lips again and bucked his hips against Chitose's hand, telling him to hurry up and do something.
Chitose put a finger in his mouth, sucking at it and exploring his mouth with it, pretending it was Shiraishi's tongue and that the crevice in his fingers were Shiraishi's lips.
Shiraishi's hand was on his erection again and Chitose didn't know how much longer he could hold out against the excruciating pleasure. Apparently Shiraishi noticed his problem and stopped touching him there. Chitose groaned his displeasure and Shiraishi smirked and leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "Not yet."
"Whatever, bro." He couldn't get more than a whisper out as Shiraishi took his unoccupied and led him to Shiraishi's entrance. He looked up, a little surprised, but obediently circled his fingers around the opening before slipping one in, with some effort. "Damn, you're tight."
"What the hell?" Shiraishi bit his ear. "How do you know what's tight and what isn't?"
Chitose kissed Shiraishi's cheekbone and smiled at the jealousy that was obviously evident in his voice. 'Jealousy' wasn't what he wanted when he remembered this, though, so he said, "Well, I'm not this tight." He wiggled his finger around to emphasize his point.
Shiraishi moaned and explored his ear a bit more with his tongue. "You're as bad as Konjiki."
"You've been a bad influence." Chitose slipped a second finger into Shiraishi. "A very bad influence."
He slowly jerks off with one hand, in no particular hurry to finish this, while his other hand circled around himself to play with his entrance before he pushed through.
"Damn, hurry up!" Shiraishi grumbled. "It's good enough!"
Chitose mumbled something, completely incoherent even to his own ears, and took his fingers out of Shiraishi to search for the lotion that he had put in his bag. He fumbled blindly for a moment before pulling it out and lathering a large amount onto his hand and onto his erection. Then he pushed Shiraishi's legs apart a little further and, with a bit of prompting, entered him.
His jerking becomes more frantic, going faster and faster and losing any rhythm it might have had. He pushes his fingers in and out of his hole at the same time as he jerks off, biting his lip to keep from calling out. Miyuki was home; she might hear.
Shiraishi made no attempt to keep quiet, moaning and screaming and panting and yelling at the top of his lunges. Chitose didn't make a sound as he pounded in and pulled out and went in again. His hand still encircled Shiraishi's cock, still beat steadily up and down as he fucked him.
"Damn, Chitose..."
It gets harder to keep quiet and he lets a small moan out before biting it back. He's so close now...
Shiraishi comes all over them and Chitose soon follows.
He comes and cries out. Miyuki doesn't notice, she must be watching TV or something.
They lay there, panting. With what little sense remained, Chitose pulled out of Shiraishi slowly.
"Thanks, man." Shiraishi said. He might have wanted to say more; Chitose didn't know. He had already placed his lips on Shiraishi's when Shiraishi opened his mouth again.
Chitose lay there for a moment before getting up to wash himself off. As he did so, he wondered how he would clean up the mess he had made.