Based on the prompt 'Things You Said Under the Stars and in the Grass'. Also, more porn!

The stars twinkled in the sky, tiny little diamonds scattered across deep, dark velvet. It was a beautiful evening, warm and clear with no breeze at all. Perfect for stargazing. They lay together in the grass, holding hands and gazing up into the heavens.

"Do you know any of the constellations?" Ryoma asked.

"A few," Tezuka replied.

"I don't see the point," Ryoma said.

"They map out the sky."

"None of them look like what they're meant to," Ryoma said, "the stars themselves are more interesting."

"Ever the scientist."

Ryoma shrugged, "big explosions are more interesting than drawing fake lines in the sky."

"You've been watching those Brain Cox documentaries again, haven't you?"

"I'm afraid so. It's the hair."

"My hair's nicer," Ryoma said petulantly.

"Yes, my dear."

"Are you okay?" Ryoma asked, "After last night, I mean."

"I was sore this morning," Tezuka admitted, "but I feel fine now."

"Sorry."

"It was our first time, I wasn't expecting it to not hurt."

"Yeah," Ryoma said, "we really need practice," his free hand slid onto Tezuka's leg. "We could start now."

"We're outside, Ryoma."

"It's my parent' garden, who aren't here, with no neighbours either," Ryoma reminded him, "even you have to admit it would be romantic. Having sex under the stars."

"It would," Tezuka agreed, covering Ryoma's hand with his own.

"I'll even let you top," Ryoma said, quickly rolling over so that he was straddling Tezuka on his hands and knees and kissing him long and slowly.

"We're not prepared to make love out here, unless you-"

Ryoma fished in his pocket and produced a condom and lubricant.

"Have you been carrying those around all day?" Tezuka asked.

"I have always wanted to have sex on a tennis court," Ryoma replied and Tezuka coudn't quite tell if he was joking or not. This was Echizen Ryoma.

"Of course you have," Tezuka said fondly, smiling to himself. "I hardly think it would be comfortable."

"It would be fine on a grass court," Ryoma replied, "Imagine having sex on Centre Court."

"The All English Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club would hardly approve," Tezuka reminded him. "You would look amazing spread out on the clay at Roland Garros," he mused out loud.

"That'd be really dirty," Ryoma smirked, "I'd get covered in clay."

Tezuka reached up and cupped Ryoma's face in his hands, "you'd look perfect."

"A sex tour of Grand Slams," Ryoma mused, leaning into Tezuka's hand, "That's all my fantasies filled."

"You're wonderful," Tezuka said, leaning up and kissing Ryoma firmly. "I don't think any club would let us make love on their courts," he added before kissing Ryoma again, his hands sliding into his hair.

"They're boring," Ryoma said as the broke apart, "we're so hot they'd be lucky to have us having sex on their courts."

"They wouldn't be selling tickets though," Tezuka said, "I would be fighting everyone off you if they saw how perfect you are."

Ryoma snorted, "yeah right, you're the one they'd be after. But you're mine."

"I am," Tezuka agreed, pressing light kisses over Ryoma's face. "All yours."

"I love you," Ryoma said, "I've told you a million times so far, but I do."

"I love you too," Tezuak replied, "always."

Even through the murky gloom of the night, Tezuka could see Ryoma's cat-like, almost predatory, grin. He leant down and purred in Tezuka's ear, "I want you. Now."

Tezuka's cock twitched in interest and he let out a long breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, his hands sliding from Ryoma's hair, down his neck and back until they rested just above his bottom.

"You can move them down a bit more," Ryoma whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Take charge," he took Tezuka's earlobe between his teeth and nibbled gently, "I'm all yours. Just a little lower."

Tezuka's hands moved lower, each cupping a buttock and squeezing.

"That's better," Ryoma purred.

"This is the first time I've done this," Tezuka said.

"Trust me, Buchou, I know," Ryoma grinned, "I'm just as experienced as you are."

Tezuka opened his mouth to say something, but Ryoma cut him off with a kiss.

"Let's get naked." He said, pulling them both up into a sitting position.

Tezuka nodded and helped Ryoma pull off his t-shirt.

"who wrote on this?" Tezuka asked as they helped each other strip.

"Kevin," Ryoma replied, a hint of disgust in his voice at the mention of his best friend, "let's not talk about him now."

"Let's not," Tezuka agreed, taking in Ryoma's body, all those prefect lines leading down to his erect cock, as confident and proud as its owner.

Ryoma's hand went to the bulge in Tezuka's underwear and massaged it gently, almost teasingly. "It's time to get this out."

"Take it out." Tezuka replied, channelling some of Ryoma's confidence, trying to regain some of his strict captain persona.

He pressed kisses along Ryoma's jaw line as he reached into his pants and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of time before pulling it out. Tezuka pressed his face into Ryoma's hair and moaned as he played with his cock.

"Even our dicks look good together," Ryoma said.

"PLease be quiet," Tezuak said, pulling Ryoma's towards him by his hair and kissing him far more roughly than he intended to. Ryoma moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Tezuka's shoulders and clinging to him.

The broke apart, panting.

"Wow," Ryoma murmured, his hand grasping Tezuka's hair, pulling him in for another mind blowing kiss, their tongues sliding against each other. They both groaned as Ryoma thrust his hips, rubbing their erections together.

"Would you like me to?" Tezuka ased as Ryoma reached from the lubricant.

"No," Ryoma replied, "I want you to sit back and watch the show."

"Oh," was all Tezuka's brain could manage as Ryoma popped the cap off and squirted the lubricant onto his fingers.

His brow knitted in concentration and pain as he pushed his first finger into himself.

"You're supposed to be watching," he snapped as Tezuka started to kiss the lines away.

"You would do the same," Tezuka told him and Ryoma grinned.

"My fingers would be inside you by now."

"Is that an invitation?"

Ryoma's grin turned sly, "maybe."

Tezuka kissed his forehead and then accepted Ryoma's invitation.

Ryoma wriggled in Tezuka's lap as his fingers pushed into him, it was such a nice feeling that Tezuka had to hold himself back from pushing in another before Ryoma was ready.

"Your finger feels so much better than mine," Ryoma gasped.

"Are you ready for another one?" Tezuka asked.

"Your mouth is so dirty," Ryome grinned, "I think I might eb ready for something a bit bigger."

Tezuka raised an eyebrow.

"I want your cock inside me," Ryoma said, "I wnat you to fuck my brains out."

Now who has a dirty mouth, Tezuka thought, "I can promise I'll be able to do the latter."

"It's you, you'll be perfect. You always are," Ryoma told him.

"Ryoma," Tezuka breathed, slipping his fingers out and watching Ryoma quickly slip a condom onto Tezuka's cock and slicking it up with lubricant. He pulled Ryoma close, hugging him tightly.

Ryoma hugged back, just as tightly, "you're so soppy, Kunimitsu."

"It's hard not to be with you."

Ryoma laughed and kissed the tip of Tezuka's nose. "I know the feeling." He shifted forward so that the tip of Tezuka's cock was pressed against his entrance. "Ready?" Tezuka nodded, "then lay back."

Tezuka did as he was told, settling back into the grass and looking up at Ryoma kneeling over him, looking completely as ease with what he was about to do.

Then, he slowly sunk down, taking Tezuka inside him, centimetre by centimetre. It felt amazing, so hot and tight and it was virtually impossible for Tezuka to keep his self control and not thrust up into the tight, white hot heat of Ryoma.

Ryoma's face was screwed up as he dealt with the mixture of pain and pleasure flooding through his body. Tezuka knew exactly how he was feeling, how intense everything was.

He started to stroke Ryoma's thighs as Ryoma took all of him inside.

"You're amazing," he pasped, gazing up at Ryoma, framed by the stars, filled with Tezuka's cock.

"I know," Ryoma replied, his voice strained, "so are you."

He started to bob up and down, arching his back and moaning, Tezuka's hands slid up to Ryoma's hips, holding him in place so that he didn't accidentally topple backwards.

"Kinimitsu," Ryoma moaned, speeding up the pace.

And Tezuka couldn't help it, something inside him snapped and he sat up, hands and lips flying to Ryoma's face, caressing and kissing every square inch of skin.

"You're cheating," Ryoma cred, "and thrust your hips a bit!"

"Yes, my darling," Tezuka replied, thrusting upwards into Ryoma, causing an adorable kind of squeak to come out his mouth.

It was so cute that Tezuka had to do it again. And again. Ryoma's arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"Do that again!" he moaned, burying his head in Tezuka's neck, crying out with every thrust.

Tezuka could feel his orgasm coming, the feeling pooling in his groin, and by the sounds coming out of Ryoma and the pressure of his fingernails in his skin, he was close too.

He reached down and started to stroke Ryoma's erection firmly as he rubbed Ryoma's back with his other hand.

"Oh God, Kunimitsu!" Ryoma cried as he came, his nails digging painfully into Tezuka.

Ryoma tightened around Tezuka, pushing him over the edge too.

They held each other through their orgasms, clinging as if someone might come and take the other away.

"Wow," Ryoam gasped, "that was so good."

"It was," Tezuka agreed, kissing the crook of Ryoma's neck.

"Do you think anyone saw us?" Ryoma asked as Tezuka laid them back down, Ryoma's head nestled against his neck.

Tezuka kissed the top of Ryoma's head and stared up into the sky, "only the stars."