The Proper Use Of Frosting [Repost]

Title: The Proper Use for frosting
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince Of Tennis. All the characters, original idea and plot etc are copywrited to Takeshi Konomi. I make no profit (money) what so ever from writing this.
Series: Prince Of Tennis.
Pairing: Oshitari Yuushi x Oishi Syuichirou
Rating: 18+, PwP. Pure smut. Not for minors.

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The first thing Oshitari Yuushi heard stepping into the small apartment were flustered curses and hisses from the kitchen, clanging of bowls and other things.
The blue haired boy recognised the voice belonging to his lover, he shook his head and pulled off his Hyoutei school uniform and pushed his glasses further up on his nose.
Then he headed to where the sounds came to, he sighed at the mess he saw, various pots and canisters sitting on dirty benches, little globs of pastry dripping from various surfaces, and in the middle of it all, holding a pot and stirring in the golden looking concoction inside were his lover, clothes and hair covered in only god knows what.

“Syuichiroh, what is the meaning of this..” Oshitari purred, sneaking up behind the black haired vice captain, who almost threw the pot away, being startled good enough to have a heart attack when the blue haired boy’s arms came around him.
“God Yuushi, please don’t do that..” Oishi huffed softly, cheeks burning with a soft blush, he sighed “I was going to surprise you..” he then said gently making the boy behind him raise a brow.
Once more Oshitari’s eyes travelled in the messy kitchen and he smiled “if you meant to wreck the kitchen, then I am surprised..” he dead panned.
Oishi spun around roughly, green eyes flashing before he calmed softly and leaned to him, obviously both didn’t care that the pastry smudged on Oshitari’s clothes as well.

“I wanted to bake you a cake, for your birthday..” the Seigaku vice captain mumbled softly.
Oshitari blinked and then smiled placing a soft hand on the top of the slightly smaller boy’s head and petted him, the other hand were still gently placed around the others waist.
“Well then, let me help you..” the Kansai boy purred fluidly and let Oishi go, started cleaning the place up the best he could.
Oishi wanted to say no, that he wanted to do it on his own, but obviously that would cause more trouble so he decided to give in.
After a while, bit of fooling around a new batch of pastry were done, Oshitari once more snuck up behind his lover and leaned his head over his shoulder.

“You’re stirring it to hard..” the tensai commented and gently took hold of the whisker over Oishi’s hand and moved it gently in the pot, in small to big circles, pressing up to him form behind.
“I-is that better?” the green eyed boy stammered just slightly, Oshitari could easily tell his lover was embarrassed by the way he tensed up.
The blue haired tensai leant in, breath ghosting right over the shorter boy’s soft ear “much better..” he husked, smiling smugly at the hitch in his lovers breath and the slight shudder going down the other spine.
After some more careful stirring and, nibbling and teasing (from Oshitari’s side) Oishi finally decided it was done.
“C-could you get me the pan in the cupboard..” he asked softly then sighed as the taller boy moved away and got said pan.

After pouring it up and setting it inside of the heated oven there would be a 25 minute break, Oshitari wasted no time on feeling his lover up some more, he would have to admit, Oishi were very hot covered it cake batter.
Oishi’s breath hitched out on a soft gasp, now seated on the kitchen table, shirt open and hanging off his shoulders, Oshitari sucking and kissing along his neck, making little marks of possession there.
“Y-Yuushi, not now..the cake..” the vice captain whined softly and then arched, biting his lip.
Clouded cobalt blue eyes glanced up from the tanned neck flashing with uncontrollable need.
“It will be fine..” Oshitari said simply, and went to undo the zipper and button to his lover’s pants, well on the go of pulling them down when a hand around his wrist stopped him.

“Please..” the moon volley specialist pleaded, reluctantly Oshitari removed himself, then leaned in sealing their lips in a sweet kiss.
Kisses always made Oishi weak, especially those when the blue haired boy silently said he was sorry, like the one currently given.
Breaking apart Oishi nuzzled to him pulling him closer and sighing, Oshitari welcomed it all of course purring sweet nothings into the vice captain’s ear.
They jerked suddenly as the timer set off loudly in the room, Oishi jumped off the table and got out his mittens taking the sweet smelling cake out and set it to be cooled.
He hurried to get the frosting all ready made an hour or so before he had started to bake the cake, it was crystal blue, he got a small butter knife and then gently put the still steaming hot cake on a plate.

Oshitari stood watching curiously beside him as the black haired boy started spreading the frosting over the cake.
“It looks delicious..” Oshitari smiled leaning in, arm once more finding it’s place around the smaller boy’s waist.
Oishi simply smiled, little dimples showing he finished the entire cake and walked to put the dirty pots and such away, he halted when Oshitari held him close “there’s still some frosting left..” the tensai said dipping a finger down into the blue goo and slowly licked and sucked it off his finger.
“I was going to throw it away, do you want some?” Oishi asked, then blushed, he felt like a piece of fresh meat being stared down in the butchers window.

The smile fluttering out on Oshitari’s face said only one thing ‘fuck yeah!’ he shifted them both and once more the black haired boy found himself on the kitchen table.
His shirt fluttering to the floor, Oshitari’s mouth finding his, locking in a blaze of need, the smaller boy gasped.
“Lay down, Syuichiroh..” the husky Kansai accent were very apparent now when the tensai whispered into the others ear, Oishi hurried to comply, laying down on the wooden table, he licked his lips.
Eyes following every move his lover were making, he blinked when his pants slipped from him together with his underwear, leaving him naked.
“Don’t worry I won’t do anything bad..” Oshitari whispered into the vice captain’s ear and licked along it, he had shifted out of his own shirt, letting it join Oishi’s on the floor.

“Y-Yuushi..” the green eyed boy whispered a bright flush sitting on his cheeks, eyes over clouded with desire.
Oshitari chuckled softly, taking some of the sugary, blue coloured frosting, he started putting it on little places over Oishi’s chest with one hand while the other softly fondled and teased the pulsing erection between the other’s legs.
“I love your voice Syuichiroh..” Oshitari husked voice dripping of sex, he leaned down starting to lick the skin free from frosting, swiftly becoming addicted to the taste of it.
Oishi arched his chest when the taller boy’s lips closed around a pebbled nipple and sucked on it softly.

The wicked tongue followed several trails of frosting down the black haired boy’s chest, licking up what had dripped into Oishi’s naval and pushed in and out a few time, mimicking what was about to happen in probably a few more minutes.
Oshitari licked his lips purring and then slathered some of the cool frosting over Oishi’s erection delighting in the wanton sound the smaller boy emitted and then took the entire shaft in all in one go, licking and sucking on it heatedly.
The trail of pleads and heated moans never seemed to end tight then, Oishi moaned and arched up into Oshitari’s mouth, hands lightly fisting into the blue hair, his body were tensing up, on the edge of coming all ready.

“Mm can’t have that..” Oshitari licked his lips from the mix of precome and frosting, he smiled seating himself between long and spread legs, leaning down and gently kissing him.
“Please..enter..enter me..” Oishi begged softly between their lips, his cheeks burned good enough to make him feel light headed.
Oshitari smiled “I love you..” he murmured heatedly and unzipped his pants, pulling his own neglected need out he slicked it up with the rest of the frosting, hiked the vice captain’s legs up on his shoulders and positioned himself.
“Love you too!” it ended on a squeal as the blue haired tensai pressed inside of Oishi’s welcoming heat.
A low growl left the Hyoutei players throat as he paused only for a second or two, giving the vice captain time to get used to his girth.

The pace then were started rough, neither wanted to wait any longer, gasps and squeaks left Oishi’s mouth mingling Oshitari’s own grunts and raspy pants.
“C’mon baby, stroke yourself for me..” the blue haired boy purred softly helping the body writhing under him to place a hand on the erection squished between their bodies.
The hand directly closed around the burning flesh starting to stroke in time with their frenetic pounding.
The table shook and creaked with their motions, sweat were breaking out on their skin, Oishi soon arched his back up on a small cry, come spreading out and mingled with the sweat between their bodies.
Oshitari muffled his own cry against the vice captain’s shoulder, shuddering as he sent his own release into the spent boy under him.
“And that is how you best use frosting..” the Kansai boy mumbled softly, pulling out and then pulling Oishi to him, the two sharing another kiss.

“mm, next time warn me before using me as cake..” the green eyed boy mumbled softly, smiling satedly to his lover.
Oshitari simply chuckled “We’ll see Syuichiroh..”


THE END