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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Echizen_Ryouma/Momoshiro_Takeshi
  Character:
      Echizen_Ryouma, Momoshiro_Takeshi
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-17 Words: 835
****** Hard Training ******
by mmmdraco
Summary
     Momo doesn't know his own strength.
Notes
     Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is Konomi-sensei's.
Echizen Ryoma was reasonably certain that Momoshiro Takeshi didn't know his own
strength. He knew he had power in tennis, now after years of playing and seeing
that no one else anywhere near his age could knock a racket out of the hands of
so many players who otherwise had such good grips, but had yet to realize that
he used the same power in everything else he did.
Ryoma had not experienced this too much until about a month after he realized
that he didn't like Momo. No. He loved Momo. He wouldn't tell him, though. But
that hadn't kept him from leaning his face toward Momo's and standing on his
tiptoes and kissing him after a game when Momo came home with him one day. The
moment was awkward and everything that Ryoma had thought it wouldn't be.
Instead of a quiet thing that Momo would shrug off as admiration from a kouhai,
he had spluttered and called Ryoma a moron and then kissed him fiercely with a
faint gnashing of their teeth before pulling away to say, "That's how you
kiss!"
The next day, which was exactly one month to the day of Ryoma's realization,
Momo followed him home again and they skipped playing tennis. They went to
Ryoma's room and Ryoma let Karupin out and closed the door and sat down on the
bed.
Momo approached and put an arm down on the bed on either side of Ryoma and
kissed him, almost gently, before pushing him down and laying on top of him and
beginning to strip his school uniform off.
Before Ryoma was really sure of what was happening, they were both naked and
Momo was touching him somehow everywhere at once. His hands stroked powerfully
along Ryoma's torso and cock alike and his mouth was latched to Ryoma's neck
and his knees were tensed and spreading Ryoma's thighs and even his own cock
was pressing firmly against Ryoma's backside, throbbing with a heat that seared
through Ryoma's body.
Momo's mouth moved down to suckle at one of Ryoma's nipples, the nub growing
everhard in that heat, and Ryoma was glad that Momo had not thought to pinch it
instead. That would have been too much, and Ryoma was so close already. One of
Momo's hands wandered into the pocket of his uniform pants (as they still lay
only a foot away at the foot of the bed as the two of them still lay
haphazardly across the middle) and grabbed something. Ryoma didn't know what it
was until he felt Momo press a finger insistantly against him. It smelled of
strawberries; Momo's lip balm.
Ryoma moaned softly as it slid in and Momo began to move his other fingers in
and around, filling and stretching him. Then, he removed his fingers and slid
himself in. There wasn't any pain that Ryoma could feel, but he would admit to
being overwhelmed with sensation.
But as Momo began slowly, Ryoma felt an ache of longing build in him. "More,
Momo-senpai!"
Momo began to speed up and thrust deeper and more heartily until Ryoma had to
hook his legs around Momo's just to stay on the bed. But it felt amazing and
when they finally came, Ryoma relished the fact that Momo was so strong. He
could already tell that he would be sore from this, but it would be worth it.
He fell asleep on Momo's chest laying naked and sideways in his bed and didn't
wake up until his cousin Nanako came in to call him for dinner and screamed
instead.
Ryoma's eyes had shot open and he tried to sit up to cover himself and groaned
in pain instead. Momo groaned and put an arm around him, waking up a bit more
slowly. Nanjiroh had come running at the scream and upon seeing Momo, he
laughed. Momo looked up to see Nanjiroh laughing and his eyes went wide. He
jumped up and pointed at Nanjiroh. "Perverted old man!"
By this point, Ryoma had managed to grab the nearest article of clothing
(Momoshiro's pants) to cover himself with. "Momo, this is my father. Father,
this is my boyfriend. Does anyone have any ibuprofen?"
Nanjiroh grinned. "Now I guess I don't have to worry about you trying to steal
my magazines. Welcome to the family, Momo. Would you like to stay for dinner?"
Nanako mearly stood there clutching her sleeves.
In the end, Ryoma had dinner in bed as Momo sat by his side stealing small
morsels of food and small kisses between muttering, "I'm sorry" and "I didn't
mean to" ad nauseum. And Ryoma told him he was silly, because he had liked it.
When he finally felt well enough to go to school (and tennis practice), he
learned that Momo had told everyone that he had pulled several muscles. When
Oishi asked him how, he'd blushed. "Just some hard training, senpai. It's good
to be back."
And from then on, he only brought Momo home on the weekends.
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