Hovering above his manhood and gentle blowing air at the tip of it, my lover began to squirm. He looked down at me with his half-closed eyes, and begged, "…please…" Ah… I do enjoy him squirming, but I do enjoy him begging as well. "Please? That's all?" I said, as I continued to tease him.

"Please… I," a blow from me and a sharp breath from him.

"Beg," and again.

"You," and again.  

"Begging for…? This?" I asked as I gave the tip a little lick. He inhaled sharply again. "Want more?" I continued my little game. He nodded his head, while shutting his eyes really tight.

Using my hands to support his hips, I continued teasing his manhood. Stretching my tongue, it began slide up and down his length, stroking it. And as per normal, he began panting and moaning. He is not much of a screamer, but more of a moaner. I stopped whatever I was doing and looked at him again. Sensing that something was wrong, he looked down at me, with those dreamy, lusty eyes. His cheeks flushed and red, his lips swollen and red from the earlier deep kiss. He was my little sex kitten. And my little sex kitten wanted more. It was not surprising, since eighteen was the age where all boys have their sexual peek.

"Sempai...," he cried out, "stop playing with me…" His begs were like music to my ears. "Who's playing?" was my reply and in one attempt, I slid his whole length into my mouth. Playing with the shaft with my tongue and moving up and down slowly. He was moaning very loudly this time. Did it really feel that good this time? Intrigued by this knowledge, I began to increase the speed of my movement, and he as well, began to thrust in me, faster and harder. I knew he was coming, but I wasn't going to let him come. Just before he did, I slid his length out of my mouth and smiled in the dark again, while I removed my right hand from his hip to search for something on the ground, next to the bed. He composed himself, controlling his hard breathing and looked down, "Sempai…, why did-"

Before he could continue his sentence, I slid one of right fingers up his entrance. He took in a sharp breath. I slipped my finger out and dipped into the bottle of lube again. Once again, I slid one finger in, followed by another and the third, and during each insertion, my lover kept, moaning harder, heavier and louder. Sliding in and out, each time hitting the spot that would cause ecstasy and delirium within him. "Sem…sempai…," my kitten moaned. I then removed my fingers out slowly, afraid to hurt him, yet at the same time, want him to be tormented.

The tightness in my shorts was overwhelming. I wanted him now. I was hungry for him, no, in fact, I was starving. I slipped out of my shorts, dipping my fingers in the bottle again, I then coated myself. Now, I wouldn't want my love to have a sore bum during tennis practice, would I?

Settling myself between him and kneeing on the bed, I bent down and gave him a deep sensual kiss. Propping his right leg over my shoulder, with my mouth still on top of his, I slowly slid myself in him. He moaned deeply in my mouth, holding on to my back, as if it was for his dear life. Sliding in, sliding out, faster and deeper each time, hitting the exact same spot. His breath became erratic again, and his moans were louder and louder. He broke the contact between out lips, as we were both unable to breathe properly. Yes, definitely, we were moving in rhythm, or rather rocking together in rhythm. Driven by lust and ecstasy, I began to thrust harder and faster than the usual. Apparently this was new to him, and it excited him. He was panting even harder, "Sempai….sempai….sempai!" he moaned. His moaning always made me delirious. I held him close to me, as I gave a deep, hard thrust, and he finally came, with his seeds exploding all over our stomachs, shivering my embrace. I gently slid out half-way before I thrust back into him again; his muscles around me were still tight, from his outburst. This time, it was my turn, as I came, hugging him close me, shivering with excitement. I slid out of him, with some of my semen sliding out of his entrance. We were still panting from the current love making and had no intention of moving, despite the awful, wet, mess.

My lover's breathing slowed down and began to sound normal. His eyes were shut and tired. Supporting myself with my right elbow, I stared at the angel of mine. Perspiration was all over his face, sliding down his hair. He looked so innocent, yet he was stained and tainted by me. Using my left hand, I brushed away the hair that was around his eyes. Placing my face on his chest, I listened to his heartbeat.

"So… how was it this time?" I asked breaking the silence.

"Ne… Fuji-sempai," he replied. I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. Curiously, I tilted my head till I was looking at him. His eyes were opened, with a glint of happiness and satisfaction that he caught my attention. "Mada mada dane," he said as he planted a soft gentle kiss on my forehead, and closed his eyes again. My poor kitten, exhausted. I smiled and kissed him back on the lips, and allowed him and I to be taken over by dreamland once more, well, at least before we have to start swinging our racquets again.

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Author's notes:

My first PWP. =_______=;; Yes, I hope you weren't surprised at the pairing of FujixRyo. In fact I think it is rather sweet. ^^;; And I love Fuji's sadistic nature, with Ryoma's innocent one. This would be a "when-they-are-older" fic. Ryoma is 18 while Fuji is 20. Both are lovers, and are living together and are still students at Seigaku University.