There's a table in the club room that is far too low for Tezuka's liking. When ever he tries to sit down, pushing in his chair, the tops of his thighs scrape along the bottom of the table. He finds it irritating. He's thinking of petitioning the school to remove it. He grabs the proper forms, sits down, and decides that, yes, this table is nothing but a nuisance.
A slight tap at the door, and Fuji's peeking in, making himself at home. Fuji always does this, never caring if he's busy or not, or wants company or not. Fuji refuses to be ignored. He walks up to, mouth quirked in a smile, but silent and leans over him, reading over his shoulder. Tezuka can feel the faint whisper of Fuji's breath along the nape of his neck and fights the shiver that wants to emerge.
"Oh, new table, Tezuka? What's wrong with this one?" Fuji asks him, amusement evident in his voice.
Tezuka looks back over his shoulder, "It's too low."
Fuji leans further, pressing his chest against Tezuka's back and looks down in his lap. He hopes that Fuji's eyes aren't focused on where he thinks they are and he is, instead looking at the point were the table is digging into his thighs.
"Oh, I see, Captain," Fuji mumurs, and reaches down, brushing his fingers along the legs where flesh meets wood.
Tezuka can't help but shift, and he hates the fact the he knows that Fuji notices.
"It's not so bad, a table this low," Fuji muses as he sits himself on top of it, on top of his paperwork, in front of him.
Tezuka frowns, knowing where this is going. "Fuji..."
Fuji simply stares at him, daring him to misbehave, and takes off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. "Oops, I dropped it."
Tezuka pushes away from the table, standing up to get away. But Fuji doesn't let him. Tugging on his arm, Fuji brings them together, inches apart.
"Tezuka," Fuji breathes out. He cranes his neck up for a kiss, and Tezuka clenches his eyes shut, but responds anyways.
The table might be too low for sitting, but it gives him perfect access to someone who happens to be laying upon it. Still kissing, licking, Tezuka feels his hands disobey his mind as they swiftly remove Fuji's shorts, boxers and toss them off to where the shirt lay.
He trails his hands over the exposed flesh, teasing, tempting, and he realises that Fuji is wet, prepared. He breaks away from the kiss long enough to look down and see that smile that means that Fuji was never up to any good since they day they'd met, and he cocks his head at Tezuka. "Fuck me, Captain."
Tezuka hates when Fuji calls him that when they are like this because Fuji never changes the tone of his title. It's always purred. He hears it on the court is assulted by images just like this and he can't think of much else.
Fuji shifts, moving onto all fours, and bends till his mouth is covering his cock, and he can feel his brain go on hiatus because no one could possibly think with Fuji doing that. Before he can embarrass himself, he pushes at Fuji's shoulder, positioning Fuji on his back, and presses slowly inside, but the gentleness he tries to maintain is quickly replaced by nails digging into his skin and a soft, demanding voice begging him to fuck him more, harder, damnit, Tezuka, harder. He obeys.
I LOVE YOU. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ This is not just porn, this is GOOD PORN. ♥ THANK YOU.
(the icon... I somehow just came up with the idea randomly when I was waiting for the train... and I just starting giggling at myself and people looked at me weird...)
YAY! I love writing porn. I've been writing Tezuka/Fuji porn all night over at stagesoflove. I'm going to clean this one up, add to it, and post it later. I love Tezuka/Fuji porn. Good for the soul...
*switches journal to use pirate icon* YAY thank you!
(no, I don't have a pirate thing going on, Tez doesn't have a pirate icon and I don't have little pirate figures blu-tacked to my work computer, and I don't have Cptn Jack Sparrow on my wall........)
*huggles* The world is never as bad as it seems on Sunday mornings. Plus, you're very, very smart plus you know how to have fun, and that alone will make sure that you will have a brilliant life.
Thanks. Sometimes I do wonder if you mind me dragging you around and making you watch stuff..... you have to let me know if you'd rather be doing something else, ne?
I really enjoy your writing. You have such original ideas and even when you throw the characters in an AU world, you still describe it like it's real and make the readers believe that's where the characters have been all along and are doing exactly what they're supposed to be doing. (and hopefully that makes sense because I just woke up >.> )
I think you're an enviable person. You seem really at ease in strange company, such as friends of friends, and are able to get on really well with people like that!
...It is a nice thing I think. XD (PS. Yagyuu is smiling at you~)
I love you. Whole lots of bunches and bundles. I'm so privileged to have had you as a guest in my house and I constantly hope that you'll be back soon.
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There's a table in the club room that is far too low for Tezuka's liking. When ever he tries to sit down, pushing in his chair, the tops of his thighs scrape along the bottom of the table. He finds it irritating. He's thinking of petitioning the school to remove it. He grabs the proper forms, sits down, and decides that, yes, this table is nothing but a nuisance.
A slight tap at the door, and Fuji's peeking in, making himself at home. Fuji always does this, never caring if he's busy or not, or wants company or not. Fuji refuses to be ignored. He walks up to, mouth quirked in a smile, but silent and leans over him, reading over his shoulder. Tezuka can feel the faint whisper of Fuji's breath along the nape of his neck and fights the shiver that wants to emerge.
"Oh, new table, Tezuka? What's wrong with this one?" Fuji asks him, amusement evident in his voice.
Tezuka looks back over his shoulder, "It's too low."
Fuji leans further, pressing his chest against Tezuka's back and looks down in his lap. He hopes that Fuji's eyes aren't focused on where he thinks they are and he is, instead looking at the point were the table is digging into his thighs.
"Oh, I see, Captain," Fuji mumurs, and reaches down, brushing his fingers along the legs where flesh meets wood.
Tezuka can't help but shift, and he hates the fact the he knows that Fuji notices.
"It's not so bad, a table this low," Fuji muses as he sits himself on top of it, on top of his paperwork, in front of him.
Tezuka frowns, knowing where this is going. "Fuji..."
Fuji simply stares at him, daring him to misbehave, and takes off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. "Oops, I dropped it."
Tezuka pushes away from the table, standing up to get away. But Fuji doesn't let him. Tugging on his arm, Fuji brings them together, inches apart.
"Tezuka," Fuji breathes out. He cranes his neck up for a kiss, and Tezuka clenches his eyes shut, but responds anyways.
The table might be too low for sitting, but it gives him perfect access to someone who happens to be laying upon it. Still kissing, licking, Tezuka feels his hands disobey his mind as they swiftly remove Fuji's shorts, boxers and toss them off to where the shirt lay.
He trails his hands over the exposed flesh, teasing, tempting, and he realises that Fuji is wet, prepared. He breaks away from the kiss long enough to look down and see that smile that means that Fuji was never up to any good since they day they'd met, and he cocks his head at Tezuka. "Fuck me, Captain."
Tezuka hates when Fuji calls him that when they are like this because Fuji never changes the tone of his title. It's always purred. He hears it on the court is assulted by images just like this and he can't think of much else.
Fuji shifts, moving onto all fours, and bends till his mouth is covering his cock, and he can feel his brain go on hiatus because no one could possibly think with Fuji doing that. Before he can embarrass himself, he pushes at Fuji's shoulder, positioning Fuji on his back, and presses slowly inside, but the gentleness he tries to maintain is quickly replaced by nails digging into his skin and a soft, demanding voice begging him to fuck him more, harder, damnit, Tezuka, harder. He obeys.
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I LOVE YOU. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ This is not just porn, this is GOOD PORN. ♥ THANK YOU.
(the icon... I somehow just came up with the idea randomly when I was waiting for the train... and I just starting giggling at myself and people looked at me weird...)
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(no, I don't have a pirate thing going on, Tez doesn't have a pirate icon and I don't have little pirate figures blu-tacked to my work computer, and I don't have Cptn Jack Sparrow on my wall........)
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even when nearly all his posts kill me dead. In a good way, of course XDAnd I can't wait to meet you at last! *huggles*
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You're going to make me blush.Cupcakes = ♥no subject
^______^ Thanks very much!
I can't wait as well! A few days to go! *hugs*
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OH NOES! What shall I do without my fav pervy buchou?You're welcome, sweetie!!
And YAY for saturday! It was worth the wrestling/bribing/threatening it took to get that day off XD
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...........XD!
Thanks. Sometimes I do wonder if you mind me dragging you around and making you watch stuff..... you have to let me know if you'd rather be doing something else, ne?
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Yay for D1!
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♥
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...It is a nice thing I think. XD (PS. Yagyuu is smiling at you~)
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HELLO YAGYUU. ♥
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And Tez is mine. Boo yah!!
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I love you lots, Hana. I hate it that we live so far away from each other ;_; and I'm always checking flight prices so that I can see you again!
Butbut Tez is MINE... ah well, I guess I can share with Hana XD
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Tez is mine. ^_^
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XD
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Fuji apples = popular
8D
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....*bricked*
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Fuji: Guess what? :D
Tezuka:
Do I want to know....what.Fuji: I'm pregnant with an apple tree! :D
Tezuka: ...........................
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