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works/228418.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Character:
      Sanada_Genichirou, Yukimura_Seiichi, Yanagi_Renji, Kirihara_Akaya, Jackal
      Kuwahara, Marui_Bunta, Niou_Masaharu, Yagyuu_Hiroshi
  Additional Tags:
      Orgy
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-04-14 Words: 1202
****** Kinesics ******
by starfishing
Summary
     The rhythm is difficult, a series of actions and reactions, one at a
     time until the end.
It feels as though the moans are being pulled from Seiichi, dragged from his
chest, leaving him breathless. He arches, squirms - there are hands all over,
mouths touching - the bed is a press of bodies, but he cannot get close enough.
Fingers find his lips, slip inside because Seiichi doesn't know how to deny
them. They're long, strong fingers, carrying a faint taste of grass and tangy
sweetness - Gen'ichirou. Seiichi murmurs around them, lavishing attention with
his tongue as best he can until they disappear again. Then they're at his
entrance, coating it with his own saliva and sending delicious pinpricks of
sensation through his body. He writhes, pushing down toward them, and they're
gone again. Crime and punishment.
Another hand, soft-palmed but rough, wraps around his cock right at the base,
and Seiichi moans sharply, bucks up into the touch. All the attentions on him
seem to redouble with the sound; Renji's hand in his hair turns his head to
silence him with a kiss and Masaharu's teeth on his nipple are all business
now, teasing forgotten.
Everything is acute and intense, jolts of feeling like flashes of heat shooting
straight for the epicenter - a nip on his ear, nails in his side, it all goes
straight to his cock. It's getting to be more than he can take, and he's
twisting away from Gen'ichirou, but that drives his hips to Akaya's hand, and
he can't retreat from that, either.
Hiroshi's palm sliding over his stomach interrupts the current, lets him ease
back down onto the bed, smoothing soothingly over skin pulled tight over
muscle. The intensity of a few moments before is dimmed, and suddenly Seiichi
hears his own breathing, ragged and edged with the sound of a throaty whine. He
wants to shut himself up, but he isn't sure how.
Before he can find Renji to kiss him again, he catches a flash of red-pink out
of the corner of his eye and feels a strong, calloused hand on his jaw, opening
his mouth for him. He takes Bunta in slowly, trying not to let himself get too
distracted by Jackal's mouth now opposite Niou's.
The sensations are climbing again when Gen'ichirou's fingers finally breach his
entrance, and the sounds he makes with Bunta's cock in his mouth have hands
fisting in his hair, pulling hard. Akaya's hands have mercifully left him now,
but there's an extra mouth at his neck, sharp-toothed and eager. He can feel
Renji leaning in from where he lies behind him, and when Akaya's mouth
disappears, too, he imagines their lips locking, tongues tangling just beside
his face.
Two fingers, now, spreading and scissoring inside of him, and Seiichi's beside
himself, and so is Bunta. Seiichi's ardent moans are first muffled, then choked
as Bunta bears down on him with his hips, pressing deep into him as he comes.
When he pulls away, Seiichi swallows once or twice, only to find another
cockhead brushing his lips within moments. Jackal has tired of exploring.
After Jackal, too, has found the back of Seiichi's throat, he retreats as well.
By the time Gen'ichirou can manage three fingers with ease, everything shifts,
a gradual turning. Renji sits up beneath Seiichi, steadying him with his hands,
and he and Gen'ichirou position him above Renji's hips.
The slide down is agonizing, both the stretch and the filling, and the slow,
slow pace of it. He could kill them both, but with his back to Renji and Akaya
now coming between he and Gen'ichirou, it's hardly an option.
Akaya braces himself on hands and knees in front of Seiichi, facing
Gen'ichirou, and Seiichi watches through half-lidded eyes as the younger boy is
stretched and prepared. Hiroshi and Masaharu are thorough, and Akaya is mewling
by the time Gen'ichirou guides him onto Seiichi's cock.
Fullness behind and tightness in front; a whining noise escapes Seiichi as
Akaya settles onto his lap and their sounds blend together. He almost doesn't
see Gen'ichirou coming to kneel face-to-face with Akaya, but he couldn't miss
the sudden cries Akaya puts up when he starts stroking their cocks together.
The rhythm is difficult, a series of actions and reactions, one at a time until
the end. Masaharu and Hiroshi interrupt as they will, reaching across one lap,
between two people, to touch one another as they kneel on either side of the
foursome.
It is no test of endurance, but Akaya comes next, and Seiichi can't help
thinking how well he's held up until now. The younger boy spasms around Seiichi
and into Gen'ichirou's hand, and half-shouts before Gen'ichirou's mouth has
found his, no doubt roughly.
This is it, then - Seiichi can't hold out much longer, especially when
Hiroshi's teeth and tongue are at his ear, familiarity without warning, and
Masaharu has claimed the other side of his neck. They're coaxing him to the
edge, but he doesn't need much encouragement. Akaya is still rocking against
him feverishly, moaning and mewling into Gen'ichirou's mouth, and Renji's
gentle, shallow thrusts have yet to slow.
It's a swelling, a tightening and a bursting, with a rush of heat and an
explosion of light in an absence of sound. All the motion winds to a halt, and
Seiichi snaps, throwing his head back on Renji's shoulder with a long, keening
wail. He drowns out Renji's gasps and subtle catches of breath, Gen'ichirou's
deep-chested groans, Hiroshi's low, throaty moans and Masaharu's classy string
of curses. There's no order to it, no definition between one and the next, and
until the fervor subsides, each of them is clinging tightly to the other.
The first thing Seiichi becomes aware of is a low, guttural sobbing, the sound
of being overwhelmed. It takes Gen'ichirou and Renji's arms around him before
he knows that it's him making the noise, and buries his face in Akaya's
shoulder to quiet himself. He's really crying, and it's enough to unnerve
Masaharu, who escapes to sprawl on the other side of the bed like a huge, lazy
cat. Hiroshi is quick to join him.
Softly, at his ear, Renji whispers soothing words and sounds. Seiichi's sure
they make sense, but he's not sure how. His mind is in pieces, drowned in the
mess of sensation. Exhaustion is quickly setting in, so he simply obliges when
Gen'ichirou moves to reclaim Akaya and Renji gently unseats Seiichi from his
lap.
They tangle themselves with the other four, Akaya's face in Renji's chest and
Gen'ichirou's arms draped possessively over Seiichi and Akaya, his fingers
laced with Renji's at Akaya's hip. Masaharu's head is pillowed on Bunta's
thigh, Hiroshi pinned beneath Masaharu in some form of cat paralysis, and
Jackal is curled sleepily around Bunta at the edge of the bed.
Seiichi forces his eyes to stay open just a bit longer to watch the rest of
them settle down. They are his team, after all, and even if - no, because they
cater to him, he has to take care of all of them in turn. It isn't long before
he's sound asleep as well, though, and it is Renji who is the last to drift
off, his eyes finally slipping shut against the first rays of morning coming
through the window.
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