Decadence

Title: Decadence

Author: tenshineechan

Fandom: Prince of Tennis

Pairings/Characters: Fuji x Ryoma

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: AU, PWP, smut.

Disclaimer: Belongs to Takeshi Konomi.

Notes: Something short to celebrate the New Year.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Blame it on the weather.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 44 degrees celsius.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Roughly 112 degrees fahrenheit for you
imperial peeps. Not to mention the
humidity was thick enough to swim in. The
boys are older, definitely older, around 18-20ish. Anipuri colouring.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Enjoy.

The music was rich, decadent and absolutely
sinful.

Much like the creature before him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Short feathery hair shone an emerald lustre
in the dimly lit room. Amber eyes
gleamed as they pierced his own. Pale
red lips curved into a pouty smirk, as a wicked tongue darted out to wet them.

Tease.
He reached out, pulling the other body closer and wrapped his arms
around the smaller man’s waist in a possessive grip.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He leaned down, breathing in the sweet musky
smell that emanated from his lover. A
scent that was as addicting as it’s owner.

Slender arms wound their way up his body
before resting around his neck. They
both swayed to the music, heartbeats synchronised with the pounding beat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Together they flowed, twisting and turning
against each other. Fleeting caresses
were exchanged as they drifted to the edge of the dance floor, the music
tapering off.

They continued to drift away from the mass of
people until the were wedged into a dark corner.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He bent down, swiping his tongue along the
curve of his lover’s shoulder. He
delighted in the shivers that wracked the lithe form as his mouth wreaked its
havoc.

A steady slow beat replaced the frenetic pace
of the previous song. The sound of it
was loud, reverberating through the room.

He continued their dance, hips gently
swaying, hands caressing bare patches of skin, mouth now occupied by it’s
counterpart. He loved to kiss his
younger lover. Their lips melding
together as tongues explored, dueled and invaded.

Abruptly he broke contact for air.

Moving slowly to the music, he draped
himself over his lover, consuming the heat from the smaller body.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His hands found their way underneath the
tight black shirt, pulling it up to expose pale skin glowing with sweat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Their hips, still in tune, began to rub
against each other.

He could hear his lover panting, the little
gusts of air brushing past his cheek, amber eyes now closed and blind to its
surroundings. A thrill coursed through
his body as he felt his lover’s arousal against his thigh.

His mouth sought the other, reclaiming those
plump moist lips in another kiss. They
stumbled back until they were against a wall.
Hands stroked bared skin, hips thrusted gently against each other, the
momentum increasing as the music began to speed up.

He could distantly hear the countdown start,
but ignored it in favour of the being before him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Ignored it, focusing only on the rhythm that
drove their bodies.

Amidst the throng of cheering and inebriated
revelers, they found their completion as the music reached its climax to
welcome the new year.