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The missing touch	By : kat8cha Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 1310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The missing touch
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Kirihara pinned Hiyoshi against the desk, sticking his tongue down the blond’s throat. Hiyoshi was holding onto his arms, hands clenched tight enough to leave bruises. Originally the Hyotei player had resisted, telling Kirihara that if he didn’t leave that he would call security. Kirihara’d laughed and bargained for just one kiss before he left. He knew his boyfriend would cave, Hiyoshi always did. Hiyoshi grunted a little and Kirihara shifted, pressing a leg between Hiyoshi’s legs. Pushing the Hyotei player back he forced Hiyoshi up onto the desk and then crawled up onto it with him. Kirihara’d discovered that the tennis coach’s desk could easily hold two people a while ago. In other words he’d followed his vice-captain here when Sanada had come to talk with Atobe. Needless to say watching Fukubuchou fuck Atobe-san had been a learning experience.
“Wha- stop that!” Hiyoshi closed hands over his wrists just as he began tugging on his belt. “We’re not having sex on Kantoku’s desk!”
“You didn’t mind last week.” Kirihara muttered, stopping his hands for a minute. He blinked down at Hiyoshi with a scowl. “I totally blew you then.” Hiyoshi blushed hotly and Kirihara’s scowl twitched into a smirk.
“Well, that was last week. This is now.” Hiyoshi pushed at Kirihara’s hands and the other started fighting him, slipping past his hands to wrangle with his belt. “Hey! I said no!” Hiyoshi stopped talking when a hand suddenly covered his mouth.
“Shh.” Kirihara smirked, tilting his head to the side as his boyfriend fumed. In a few seconds he’d get his hand bitten off unless….
“Hiyoshi?” There was a quiet voice outside the door and Hiyoshi’s eyes widened. Kirihara grinned, his hand now working unencumbered to get Hiyoshi’s belt undone and his pants worked open as the other looked at the door with a little fear.
“Gotta be quiet if you don’t want him to come in.” Kirihara removed his hand. “I don’t remember if I locked the door.”
“You….” Hiyoshi hissed with a glare. “I am SO breaking up with you.” Kiihara grinned predatorily and kissed Hiyoshi again.
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Ohtori frowned as he looked around the music room. The freshman had said that they had seen Hiyoshi head this way. Since becoming a captain Hiyoshi had a near constant following of tennis regulars, hopefuls, and the fangirls. Well, the Hiyoshi had not scared off. It was amazing how many fan-girls liked the grumpy loner attitude. Still Ohtori knew that it wasn’t an act; Hiyoshi genuinely liked being left alone. “Hiyoshi?” He frowned, looking around the music room. The door to Kantoku’s office was closed, and Ohtori knew that Sakaki-sensei himself had already headed home. Frowning Ohtori checked the room again. Maybe Hiyoshi wasn’t in here?
Ohtori frowned at the door to Sakaki’s office. There had been noise coming from inside their before. Maybe Kantoku had some things for Hiyoshi to do? It was unusual for Sakaki-sensei to let a student in his office unsupervised.
“Ah….” Ohtori started at the barely heard moan… moan? Filled with trepidation Ohtori slowly turned the doorknob and slid the door open far enough that he could see.
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Kirihara bit Hiyoshi’s neck hard enough to leave a mark, his cock buried balls deep in Hiyoshi by now. Hiyoshi might protest but once the pants came off the foreplay was over and Hiyoshi wanted to either fuck or be fucked. His boyfriend was the hottest piece of ass in Japan, and nothing showed that like when he was laid out and covered in sweat, cock laying on his stomach, red and dripping with sticky pre-cum. Well, maybe when he was playing tennis or practicing that martial arts crap, but Kirihara liked Hiyoshi best during sex.
“Hurry up.” Hiyoshi grunted, eyes shut tightly and hands digging into Kirihara’s shoulders.
Slowly pulling out Kirihara nipped more at Hiyoshi’s neck. “Maybe I want it slow today.” Kirihara’s words were belied by the quick thrust back in, and he angled himself so he’d hit Hiyoshi’s sweet spot dead on.
“Ah!” Hiyoshi’s back arched, his head banging against the hard wood desk. His hair was disheveled and sticking to his face, lying just at the top of reddened cheeks. “Ah, ah…. Mmmm.”
Kirihara pulled out and thrust in again, keeping the backward movements of his hips slow. Still he was only a teen and he might have the stamina for a long fuck but he did not have the patience. Bracing himself on the wood visibile above Hiyoshi’s shoulders Kirihara gritted his teeth, speeding up as he felt Hiyoshi’s rectal walls tighten around him. Fuck his boyfriend was hot. Twisting his head around Kirihara panted, flinging droplets of sweat from the tips of his curly hair. He caught sight of the door open a sliver, and the wide gray eye watching from outside. Looks like they had a voyeur. With a smirk Kirihara thrust into Hiyoshi hard, watching as the eye got even wider at the choked groan from Hiyoshi.
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Ohtori stared. Kirihara from Rikkai was having sexual intercourse with Hiyoshi. Not only that they were engaging in intercourse on Sakaki’s desk. From the looks of it, the sex was consensual too, since Hiyoshi was pulling Kirihara closer and not pushing him away.
“Ah!” Hiyoshi wriggled on the desk again and Ohtori couldn’t help but notice that the other looked really hot. Ohtori did not check out teammates, except for Shishido and that was doubles stuff, but it was hard not to look when you found your classmate naked and in the middle of sex. Ohtori tried to look away because Hiyoshi would kill him if he ever found out that Ohtori had watched. Managing to drag his eyes upward he found them captured by Kirihara’s sparking green one’s. ‘Mine’ they said, as Kirihara thrust into Hiyoshi again.
Ohtori bit his lip, trying to pull away from the door, but his hand seemed to be stuck to the doorknob, and his eyes were glued to the sex scene in front of him. He knew he SHOULD move but he just… couldn’t. Hiyoshi moaned again and Ohtori found himself flushing, not only from embarrassment.
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“You close?” Kirihara glanced down at Hiyoshi, bending down to nuzzle his ear and give the earlobe a sharp nip.
“I can outlast you,” Hiyoshi panted, “any day of the week bastard.” The trembling in his voice and the impatient rocking of his hips were the only answer Kirihara needed though.
“Good to know.” Kirihara grunted, levering himself up. “But I’m about to come myself.” Wrapping a hand around Hiyoshi’s cock and stroking. “So come you bastard”
Hiyoshi practically screamed as he arched up off the desk. That was all it ever took after a good fucking, was the rough touch of Kirihara’s calloused hand on his cock to make him lose it. The bastard knew it too. He could feel Kirihara coming inside of him, and he was thankful once again for insisting on condom’s. He and Kirihara were both disease free, to their knowledge at least, but Hiyoshi had found out after one bout of sex that the stickiness and vaguely unclean feeling were enough of a turn off to insist on a condom. Kirihara didn’t like jizz running down his thighs either, so it worked out for them both. Sighing as Kirihara pulled out Hiyoshi opened his eyes.
“You ass!” Bolting upright on the desk Hiyoshi knocked his forehead on Kirihara’s chin. “You didn’t even close the door! Anyone could have seen!”
“Ow…” Kirihara slipped off the desk and rubbed at his jaw. He was going to have a bruise Hiyoshi had a hard head. “Yeah, well, no one did, so we’re good.” Reaching for his clothes Kirihara started getting dressed again.
“You were a little occupied.” Hiyoshi snarled and pulled on his underwear. “How would you know?”
“Oh c’mon.” Rolling his eyes Kirihara gave Hiyoshi a snarky grin. “If anyone from your school found YOU having sex they’d probably faint from the shock, or at least scream in horror.” Hiyoshi smacked the back of Kirihara’s head and pushed him out of the office once they had their clothes on.
“Bastard.” Grumbling Hiyoshi kept on shoving at Kirihara’s shoulders pushing the brunet out of the music room. Kirihara slanted a look at the only practice room with a closed door and smirked wider.
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Ohtori’s heart was beating frantically as he heard the two walking out of the room. When he’d watched Hiyoshi… orgasm… he knew it would not be long until his peeping was discovered. Diving into a practice room he decided to wait until Hiyoshi and Kirihara had left. His brow school pants were tented and Ohtori was flushed and breathing hard. If the had caught him like this… well it would have been the end. Biting his lip Ohtori closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, praying for his erection to disappear. When it did not go away quickly Ohtori glared down at it, the happy looking bulge mocking him. Finally the tall teen gave up and undid his fly, wrapping his hand around his pulsing rod and stroking rapidly. Staring at the wall the last few moments of Kirihara and Hiyoshi’s orgasm flashing in his mind Ohtori came with a grunt. He would not be able to look Hiyoshi in the eye tomorrow.
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Sakaki frowned the next morning when he found the suspicious stain in one of the private practice rooms, and that not only had his office been left unlocked but it smelled distinctly of sex. His trash had two discarded condoms. Watching Ohtori shy away from Hiyoshi and the other scowl in confusion Hyotei’s coach decided that some punishments for his two top players were obviously needed.
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