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works/4954534.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Kaidoh_Kaoru/Kawamura_Takashi
  Character:
      Kawamura_Takashi, Kaidou_Kaoru
  Additional Tags:
      Locker_Room, Blow_Jobs, Facials, Come_Eating
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XIV_(Fiery_Fourteen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-30 Words: 307
****** the predator inside ******
by miscellanium
Summary
     Kawamura's always been good at hearing things unsaid.
     [Backdated; for Porn Battle XIV prompts locker room, sweat, care]
The locker room is grimy and gross, but teenage boys aren't usually the type to
mind. In and out, with maybe a shower if there's time. If you're already a mess
yourself, what's the big deal?
This is part of why Kaidou stops Kawamura from leaving one afternoon, his arm
stretched across the doorway and their bodies pressed up close. In this low
place, there should be no secrets. The other part—
Take care of your wrist, Kaidou says. Stop putting other people first, he
doesn't say. They don't all deserve it, he leaves out. But Kawamura's always
been good at hearing things unsaid.
I'm fine.
Prove it.
And maybe it's the scent of their bodies, unwashed, the sight of sweat on
Kawamura's brow that fires the predator inside. Kaidou doesn't give him a
chance to answer, just seals the challenge with a hard teeth-clicking kiss.
From there it's easy: they find a bench, banging into lockers on the way, their
hands grabbing hot all over each other.
Kawamura's the first to pull away, kneeling between Kaidou's legs and starting,
unprompted, to give him the best blowjob of his short life. It's not a perfect
one, but he doesn't know perfect yet. The burning tight heat of that mouth, the
barely controlled strength of that grip (and yes, his wrist is fine)—Kaidou
can't help but buck his hips, hissing, and the sound of Kawamura choking on his
cock, wet and intimate—
He comes, with a cry, all over his senior's face. He didn't mean to, not so
soon—
It's okay. Kawamura grins up at him, blinking under the cum sticking to his
eyebrows and trailing slow down his cheek. I don't mind.
Kaidou takes in this sight, then leans in and lets his tongue flick out,
lapping up the taste of himself.
Care to try again?
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