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Dress Me On	By : Akuma Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 3492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: A fic I made when I was mad. Lot’s of thanks
for my dear beta, roninlvr. I think I ruined your
work when I did last minute editing though… So, on with the fic.
Dress You On
Tezuka looked at his reflection in the mirror for
the ninth time in three minutes. That broke the record he made before his first
date with Fuji two months ago. But this was of equal, if not more, importance
than their first date. The problem was that he kept having second thoughts
every few seconds, and looking at his reflection only made him more nervous.
Perhaps he had assumed too much. Surely Fuji wouldn’t demand something as
humiliating as this, would he? Surely, Fuji wouldn’t demand him to give him his
virginity in a Catholic school girl’s uniform, would he? Fuji wouldn’t want him
to be taken on a bed littered with various sex toys, would he?
Tezuka remembered their date a couple of days ago,
in which Fuji casually chatted with several fan girls from another school. It’s
not like it was the first time that Tezuka saw girls
wearing indecent clothing that they dared to call a uniform, throwing
themselves at his boyfriend. It’s not that he wasn’t used to seeing Fuji smile
at them instead of shoving them away. But there was something about the sight
he had witnessed many times that made him snap. Enough is enough!
But still… Fuji would return from getting their
drinks (he thankfully believed Tezuka’s little lie
that he needed to clean his room first) shortly and by then Tezuka
had to have made his decision.
Tezuka weighed his options. It wasn’t often that
he was left alone at home for the weekend so this chance might not come again
anytime soon. But how would Fuji react upon seeing him like this? The fear of
rejection and humiliation was enough to make Tezuka
think twice.
The soft padding of feet on the wooden floor made the decision for him. He
simply didn’t have enough time to change now. There was no time for hesitation
now. Tezuka took a deep breath and went to his bed.
He ignored the way the silky black skirt brushed against his thigh teasingly
and the way the silk panties rubbed against him as he walked. He sat on the
edge of the bed facing the door demurely, trying desperately to hide his nervousness.
A glance at the tray containing the sex toys he had put on the foot of the bed,
though, made him extremely apprehensive.
The door knob turned and the door cracked open. “Kunimitsu,
are you…”
“Shuusuke,” he said calmly, despite the way his
heart was jumping around in his chest. He glanced up, and noted Fuji’s
reaction. He hoped that Fuji’s gaping mouth and flushed face meant a good omen.
After a few seconds of staring, Fuji managed to regain his composure. He
closed the door behind him and put the tray that contained tea and cookies on a
nearby desk. “What is this?” he asked softly.
Tezuka felt his cheeks heat up but realized that
he couldn’t back down. Not now. Instead of answering, he scooted back a little
onto the bed and spread his legs slightly. Fuji’s blue eyes flickered down and
undoubtedly caught sight of the pink panties Tezuka
was wearing. “Why don’t you join me on the bed first?” Tezuka
tried to say as seductively as possible, hoping his voice didn’t crack as much
as he thought it did
Fuji took a step forward, and then another, and another… until he was near
the bed, between Tezuka’s legs. But instead of
jumping him immediately and saving Tezuka’s dignity,
he looked at him closely. Tezuka’s heartbeat sped up,
his fear of rejection and mockery resurfacing. Had he done all this for
nothing?
“Why are you doing this?” Fuji asked softly. His eyes betrayed little of his
true emotion.
“I want you. I want you to have me.” Tezuka
answered.
He could see understanding dawn on Fuji who merely smiled. “Like this?”
A blush spread across Tezuka cheeks and he lowered
his eyes but instead of staring into Fuji’s mystifying eyes, he was now looking
at the bulge in Fuji’s trousers. Tezuka’s eyes
widened slightly at the sight and his cock stirred in its confines.
Before he could decide how to react, however, Fuji gently lifted his chin
with his fingers to look at him properly. When he saw the heat in Fuji’s
usually calm cobalt eyes, his cock hardened in response. How Fuji affected him,
Tezuka would never understand but his body always
seemed to react when Fuji looked at him with need, much as he was looking at
him now. His erection throbbed inside the silk panties, pulsing against the
deliciously sinful material. Tezuka whimpered and Fuji’s smile widened slightly. “Like
this?” he repeated.
“Yes.” Tezuka replied breathlessly.
A wicked smile formed on Fuji’s full lips. The small brunette withdrew his
hand and took a step back. “Lay down on the bed,” he ordered huskily.
Breathlessly, Tezuka obeyed and lay down. The weight
and heat of Fuji’s gaze on him made him hotter, and he squirmed in response.
Fuji ignored Tezuka’s obvious need and said, “Spread
your legs and bend them. Yes, that’s a good girl…” he drawled, when Tezuka obeyed.
Fuji climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. His eyes gleamed
lustfully as he eyed the panties that concealed the hard cock beneath. Gently,
Fuji stroked Tezuka’s inner thighs, drawing a gasp
from the taller boy.
“What a naughty girl you are, spreading your legs so willingly for a stranger,”
he sighed with a lusty smirk. As he spoke
his hands inched down to the juncture between thigh and ass. Tezuka shifted slightly, unconsciously angling Fuji’s
wandering fingers to where he needed them most. Tezuka’s
breath hitched in his chest as Fuji’s fingers drew closer and closer. Despite his embarrassment, his erection throbbed
painfully and Tezuka ached for Fuji to touch him.
“Show yourself to me,” Fuji whispered.
Tezuka moaned softly and, with trembling hands,
lifted his skirt to show his lacy pink panties and the erection it covered.
Fuji took a deep breath when he saw that Tezuka
was fully erect and leaking, as evident by the wet spot that hugged the silken
material to the tip of his cock. His pride swelled, though, knowing that he
could do this to his normally stoic captain with mere words and little touch.
“Touch yourself for me.”
Hesitantly, Tezuka ran a hand over his stiff cock,
curling his fingers around the rigid shaft. The firm pressure brought a moan to
his lips. Unconsciously, he drove his hips up to meet his own hand. He caressed
his balls through the cloth, stroking and fondling them. Completely lost in a
haze of pleasure, Tezuka squeezed his cock, and a
spark of pleasure made him arch his back off the bed. “Shuusuke…”
he moaned his lover’s name.
“Call me Fuji-sama,” Fuji whispered before
claiming his lips in a heated kiss.
Tezuka desperately returned the kiss as he stroked
himself harder. With his other hand, he reached up to unbutton Fuji’s shirt but
Fuji caught his hand and held it. The smaller brunette broke the kiss and
smiled wickedly as Tezuka moaned in protest beneath
him.
“I will not ask you again if you are sure,” Fuji whispered, betraying his
dominant-master role for a while.
Tezuka took a deep breath and gave his acquiescence
with a nod. He couldn’t stop now. He simply couldn’t. To prove this, he gave
his cock another squeeze. The pleasure ran through his body like electricity
and he moaned out loud, pushing his hips into his hand. His moan of
protest was ignored as Fuji pulled both of his hands above his head. Tezuka felt something furry close over his wrists, heard a
click, and suddenly realized that his hands were confined. Confused, Tezuka looked up and his eyes widened when he saw that he
was handcuffed to bars of the headboard.
He had no chance to protest, though, because Fuji was licking his nipple
through the cloth, effectively gaining his full attention. Tezuka
cried out when Fuji’s hot mouth closed over the hard nub. His back arched when
agile fingers rolled and twisted the other bud, sending a delightful jolt of
pain down his spine. He could feel the dampness spread on the panties as Fuji
assaulted his cloth covered chest with his wicked tongue. Using his feet as
leverage, he canted his hips upward to rub his arousal against Fuji’s stomach,
and groaned with pleasure at the friction it created.
To his disappointment, Fuji withdrew from his chest. “Bad girl,” he
admonished playfully. He slowly unbuttoned Tezuka’s
white shirt and resumed his attack on Tezuka’s chest.
To prevent Tezuka from pleasuring himself, Fuji
pinned his hips to the bed.
Tezuka moaned pleadingly, the pleasure too much on
his body. He longed for friction against his aching cock, trapped beneath the
soft fabric. “Please… Fuji-sama.”
“Hmm?” Fuji hummed around his nipple, sending
shivers of delight across Tezuka’s body. “Please
what?” he asked, blowing over a taut peak. He smiled when Tezuka
cried out as Fuji’s hot breath danced across the wet tip.
“Please… touch me,” he begged, trying to raise his hips despite Fuji’s
strong grip.
“Touch you where?” Fuji teased, licking a nipple.
“Down-down there.”
With a wicked smile, Fuji slithered down to kiss Tezuka’s
pectoral. “Here?”
“No.” Tezuka moaned while pushing his body up to
meet the soft touch.
Fuji continued to lick and nip, causing Tezuka to
writhe and whimper, for a while before moving lower with one last bite. “Pity. Here, then?” He asked, dipping his tongue into the
shallow dip of Tezuka’s navel.
At Tezuka’s gasp and negative shake of head, he
moved lower, past the bunched up skirt around Tezuka’s
waist. “What about here?” he asked, his eyes gleamed mischievously as he blew
over Tezuka’s covered crotch.
Tezuka yelped in frustration and bucked his hips,
wordlessly asking for more.
“Here then?” Fuji teased. He didn’t wait for Tezuka’s
response but rather lowered his head to kiss the covered length.
Before he realized it, Fuji had pushed down his panties just enough to
expose the tip of his cock. Tezuka’s eyes flew open,
and he cried out bucking his hips as Fuji practically French kissed his
arousal. He bit his lip and moaned as he felt the gentle pressure of Fuji’s
tongue as it flicked across the silken length. The wet muscle dipped into the slit of his cock, tasting him.
Just when he thought he couldn’t feel more pleasure
than he already did, a finger ghosted over his entrance. “Fuji!” He
gasped and shifted back. Fuji paused, kissed Tezuka’s
trembling thighs, as if to reassure him, and pushed a digit into Tezuka tight, warm opening.
The feeling of having something inside of him and having the silky cloth rub
against his inner walls was strange and uncomfortable, but Fuji’s mouth on his
cock kept him distracted. Tezuka moaned in protest
when Fuji pulled away but he quieted down when he felt Fuji tugging at the
panties. Eagerly, he assisted, unwilling to wait any longer for his release.
Fuji smiled but did not respond as he leaned down to lick the tip of Tezuka’s exposed erection. The captain groaned in pleasure
and tried to thrust his hips into Fuji’s mouth. But Fuji pulled away and moved
further down instead. Tezuka gasped loudly when he
felt Fuji’s tongue on his entrance. Blue eyes met brown briefly before Fuji
started to lap the virgin entrance enthusiastically. His eyes twinkled as he
took in the sight of Tezuka gasping, moaning and
writhing atop the sheets. The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant for Tezuka. The pointed tip teased the twitching ring of muscle
and soon, Tezuka was pushing himself onto the wet muscle,
longing for more. He was still shocked, though, when he felt Fuji’s tongue
drilling into him.

The
wet muscle squirmed erotically within him, caressing places no one ever touched
before. He babbled nonsensically as Fuji kept thrusting his tongue into him,
seeking that elusive spot deep inside. His cock leaked pearly liquid, and his
need to come soon grew to an almost unbearable level. “Fuji-sama!”
he begged. He cried out when Fuji withdrew his tongue to nip him on the thigh. Fuji’s
tongue soon returned, pushing into him once again as
Fuji tasted him. Tezuka wept as his lover kept
teasing him. Did Fuji not know that he needed to come soon?

Taking
pity on his lover, Fuji withdrew from the quivering ring of muscle and waited
for Tezuka to catch his breath. He rained butterfly
kisses all over Tezuka’s body as he inconspicuously
took several items from the tray. When Tezuka had
calmed down marginally, Fuji leaned up to whisper in his ears. “Ready for
more?” he asked.

Words
were beyond Tezuka, so he could only nod. He jumped
slightly when he felt Fuji’s cold finger quest over his entrance but could only
moan as Fuji inserted that digit. Fuji moved his finger slowly in and out. His
moans were readily swallowed into Fuji’s mouth. They kissed passionately, their
tongues dancing erotically as Fuji kept pleasuring him. Tezuka
gasped into his mouth when Fuji added another finger. At Tezuka’s
attempt to push back, he was awarded with a light stroke on his cock.

Fuji
broke the kiss and stared down at Tezuka’s flushed
face with a smile. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed as he inserted the third
finger and scissored them, drawing a loud cry from
the normally stoic boy. “Those are very interesting objects you have there. How
did you get them?” he asked, pressing his longest digit against Tezuka’s prostate.

“Net…
I… order…” Tezuka answered breathlessly.

“Smart girl. Want to try them?”

Before
Tezuka could comprehend, Fuji removed his fingers. Tezuka caught a flash of something pink before he felt
something press against him. His hips jerked when a blunt head pressed into him
but Fuji held him still and pushed the toy deep inside. Tezuka
gasped and moaned when he was stretched wide by the dildo. His inner muscles spasmed and contracted to expel the intruding object but
Fuji pushed it deeper and deeper into him. He panted harshly when it settled
all the way inside him, its tip brushing teasingly against his pleasure spot.

But
Fuji was only done when he said so. His naughty smile was the only warning Tezuka got before he felt Fuji’s fingers ghosted near his
stretched entrance and the dildo suddenly vibrated inside of him. It sent a
pleasurable tingle right to his core. Tezuka tried
but couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped from his mouth. He twisted in his
bond, futilely trying to increase his pleasure. He longed to touch himself, to
run his hand up and down his shaft, and relieve his suffering but the cuff held
him vast. Pleasure coiled in his lower stomach, his balls tightened in
preparation of release. Just a little more… just a touch…

“Close,
aren’t you?” He heard Fuji’s silky voice ask through the haze of passion. He
tried to look at his lover but couldn’t focus as pleasure washed over him over
and over again, making his eyes cross. “You may not come before me though.”
Fuji said with a smirk, running a finger down Tezuka’s
dripping cock. He snatched his finger away when Tezuka
vainly thrusted his hips up to meet the light touch.
He reached for the tray again and took another object and showed it to Tezuka. “Do you know what this is?”

Tezuka struggled to identify the object. When he recognized
it, the knowledge sent jolts of fear and anticipation down his body. “C-cock
ring,” he gasped.

“Good
girl,” Fuji said as he slid the ring over Tezuka’s
erection. It rested snugly over the base, effectively preventing his release. His
erection, now standing almost straight up, flushed an angry shade of red. Tezuka moaned in protest but Fuji merely raised a brow in
response. He reached down between Tezuka’s spread
legs and turned the vibrator to its maximum speed.

“Don’t
make me gag you,” Fuji warned as Tezuka cried out
loudly and bucked his hips. He watched in satisfaction as Tezuka
bit his lips, twisting and squirming erotically beneath him. “That’s a good
girl,” he sighed as he eased back to his heels, took off his shirt and unzipped
his trouser. He hissed softly as he pulled his hard cock out of its confines.
It was completely erect and leaking from just teasing Tezuka.
He wondered how long he would last when he finally entered Tezuka,
the hot channel he had tasted earlier pulling him deeper and squeezing him
eagerly. Pleased hums escaped him as he stroked himself slowly while enjoying
the sight of a sexually tortured Tezuka.

Tezuka felt an overwhelming need to come. Yet, despite all
the pleasure he was receiving, he couldn’t quite get there. His eyes rolled to
the back of his head when his pleasure spot was hit again by the furiously
vibrating device. Searing hot pleasure ran down his spine and he bucked his
hips up hard. He bit his lips to prevent any noise from escaping. Who knows
what Fuji would do if he disobeyed him? Still, he failed to stifle soft
whimpers and moans as he waited for Fuji to decide that he had had enough.

Finally,
after what seemed to be an eternity to Tezuka, Fuji
turned off the vibrator and gently pulled it out of Tezuka.
He smiled when Tezuka’s body went lax. He carefully
stored the toy away and picked up the key of the handcuff. “I’ll let you go for
a while. Don’t be a bad girl, okay?” he whispered to Tezuka’s ear, knowing that the bespectacled boy’s senses were
uncooperative with him currently.

Tezuka was barely conscious when Fuji released him. His hands fell weakly to his side. “Now
face the headboard and kneel,” Fuji instructed him. When he failed to obey,
Fuji impatiently pinched the tip of his weeping cock to remind him of his
unspent passion. “Now!”

Tezuka gasped and immediately did as told. He was then
handcuffed again to the headboard. Fuji moved behind him and nudged his legs
apart. Tezuka’s heartbeat raced. Was Fuji going to
take him at last?

Fuji
draped himself over Tezuka’s broad back and gently
tweaked a nipple. “Do you want me?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yes.”
Tezuka moaned as he felt Fuji’s arousal rubbing
against his sensitive entrance. “Yes, please, Fuji-sama.”

“You’ll
have me.” Fuji said, kissing a shoulder blade. “Soon enough.”

Fuji
moved away and Tezuka felt a small capsule-shaped vibrator enter him. He gasped as Fuji pushed it deeper
into him. He could feel thin wire dangling from his hole yet couldn’t bring
himself to even blush. All he could think about was how inadequate it felt
after having the vibrator stretching him wide.

But
then Fuji flicked the switch on the controller and the device started to buzz
into life. Fuji was soon treated to the sight of Tezuka
squirming his hips wildly. He smiled tightly and
grabbed the bottle of lube he had used earlier. Liberally, he lubed his aching
cock. Then he held Tezuka’s hips still and pushed
into him.

The
dual sensation of Tezuka’s tight warmth clenching
around him and the bullet vibrating against him nearly sent him over the edge
immediately Fuji rested his head on Tezuka’s still covered shoulder, listening to Tezuka’s moans and ragged breath as he tried to control
himself. When he had gained control over his raging lust, he set a slow pace,
intending to draw out their completion a bit more. He stopped when he heard the
pained gasps that escaped Tezuka’s mouth whenever he
pushed back in. “Are you all right?” He whispered softly to Tezuka’s
ear. He stroked Tezuka’s hips gently to calm him as
he waited for an answer despite his own burning lust to pound into Tezuka immediately.

Tezuka gasped in pain and shook his head. Unconsciously he
relaxed his body, knowing that despite his treatment, Fuji still cared about
him. “It’s… not very comfortable.” He said softly, almost shyly.

“Want
me to take it out?” Fuji asked, kissing the side of Tezuka’s
neck.

“Yes.
Yes, please.”

Fuji
withdrew slowly, careful not to hurt his lover. Then he flicked the vibrator’s
switch off and pulled it out of Tezuka. He smiled
when he heard the relieved sigh coming from Tezuka.
He felt sorry for not thinking straight but decided to apologize later. Once
again, he draped himself over Tezuka’s back. He
stroked Tezuka’s chest and abdomen over and over
before playing with his nipples. “Do you want me again?” He asked, twisting the
already tight nubs.

Tezuka nodded his head. He longed to feel that girth inside
him again, stretching him, pleasuring him again. “Yes, please, Fuji-sama.” He begged, pushing his hips back invitingly.

Unseen
to Tezuka, Fuji smiled and pulled back just enough to
enter Tezuka again. The stoic
youth’s muscle clamped around him tightly, pulling him deeper gently.
Fuji bit his lips as he pushed his way in until he had entered Tezuka fully once again. He wasted no time to delay this
time, moving in and out slowly. But after all the teasings
he had endures, Fuji’s slow moves aren’t enough for Tezuka
and he pushed his hips back for more. Understanding the silent message, Fuji
set a furious pace, pounding into Tezuka almost madly.
Tezuka didn’t complain, pushing his hips back for
more. Fuji groaned loudly and slammed into Tezuka’s
pleasure spot, drawing a loud cry from the taller youth. He hit that spot
repeatedly as he nipped and bit at Tezuka’s shoulder
and twisted a hard nipple. One hand descended down to caress Tezuka’s arousal, causing Tezuka’s
grip on the headboard to tighten and a wail to escape him.

“Please!”
Tezuka begged, unable to wait any longer.

“Please
what?” Fuji asked teasingly, while pumping Tezuka’s
arousal slowly. He knew he wouldn’t last long but couldn’t help to tease Tezuka a bit more.

“Please
take it off!”

“Take
what off?” Fuji asked again, licking the Tezuka’s
earlobe.

“The cock ring! Please take it off!” Tezuka
wept, pushing his hips back to meet Fuji’s thrusts. The pressure building
within him was at an unbearable level. “Take it off, Fuji-sama!”

A
satisfied smile curved Fuji’s lips.
“Good girl,” he said and he pulled the ring off swiftly.

Tezuka’s body froze as he came with a hoarse shout of
Fuji’s name. Unsatisfied, Fuji kept stroking Tezuka’s
cock, milking him dry.

“Come
for me,” Fuji growled. And he did. For what
seemed like an eternity Tezuka came again and again
until he was completely drained. Only in the last second of Tezuka’s
powerful orgasm did Fuji allow himself to come, filling Tezuka
with his hot seed. Tezuka moaned softly when he felt
warmth erupting inside him, Fuji kept thrusting into him in a more languid
speed as he emptied himself inside Tezuka’s body.

Fuji
shuddered as he pulled out slowly and uncuffed Tezuka with slightly trembling hands. His own body was
rather uncooperative after the mind blowing orgasm. He pulled Tezuka to lie down on an unsoiled part of the bed and held
his trembling body close to him.

“Not
that I’m complaining but why?” Fuji asked breathlessly. His heart still hadn’t
calmed down completely but now that he wasn’t completely ruled by lust, the
question rose and piqued his curiosity.

Tezuka didn’t answer at first and avoided his searching
eyes. Fuji saw that and chuckled, pulling Tezuka
closer. “Is it because of those girls? You shouldn’t be jealous.”

“I’m
not jealous,” Tezuka grunted.

“Of course not. In fact, those girls should be jealous of
you. You look much prettier in a dress than they do.” He watched with interest
as Tezuka’s ears turned red. He thought Tezuka looked adorable like that but kept the thought to
himself for now. He leaned over to whisper into a red ear. “No
one but you.”

Tezuka’s head on his chest moved up and down. “Aa.”

Fuji
smiled and held Tezuka close and together they slowly
drifted off to sleep. Just at the brink of it, Fuji spoke again.

“Tezuka?”

“Hmm?” Tezuka hummed sleepily.

“Next
time, wear a French maid uniform.”

^_________^

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