Entry tags:

!tenipuri, akabun

temptation
Title: Temptation
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Word Count: 1179
Rating: PG-13 or T for sexual elements
Pairing: Maruihara

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.

Summary: There was something sexy about the way Kirihara ate ice cream.

t e m p t a t i o n

There were so many reasons running through Marui's head on why he shouldn't be staring -- and he looked through each of them and understood them perfectly, just to be on the safe side -- so why was he still staring? One of the reasons was that if his teammates ever caught him staring, they'd probably never let him live it down. Another one was that it was his kohai, even if said kohai was his boyfriend. Another was that they were in a public place.

The most important reason, however, (and one that he can't help but hate at the very moment) was that he was a very healthy, young, teenage boy, who had very healthy, young teenage hormones. It wasn't his fault that he was getting turned on by such an innocent yet so indecent display in an ice cream shop.

An ice cream shop, for goodness' sake!, he thought, but it didn't really help him much.

They were seated in a rectangular table, by the window, with Kirihara and Jackal on one side, Yagyuu and Niou on the other, with Marui sitting on a stool by the edge, which was probably a good thing, since he wouldn't be held responsible for his actions, such as public display of affection, only more than that. Probably.

The worst part was that Kirihara wasn't even trying to be seductive. He was just sitting there, on his seat by the window, staring off into the streets, obviously not listening to whatever his sempai-tachi was talking about and also obviously completely oblivious to the fact that his boyfriend was staring at him and getting hard while he enjoyed his ice cream. It was innocent enough.

Marui watched as that pink tongue darted out from between soft lips and gave one tentative lick, then a long one, the tongue swirling around the sides of the scoop of ice cream, before slipping back inside his mouth. Marui nearly choked on his own ice cream when Kirihara licked his lips slowly afterwards.

"Marui, are you okay?" Jackal raised an eyebrow, silently taking note that his teammate's banana split was only halfway finished. Something very unusual, even if their order had just arrived five minutes ago, but Marui was Marui, and Marui always finishes his ice cream's three minutes after it arrives before looking over the menu to order another one.

"Uhm." Marui replied, before blinking, looking away, turning red, and nodding. "Yeah." he finished dumbly.

Jackal's eyebrow remained raised but he nodded tentatively after a few seconds, going back to whatever he was talking about with Niou before said trickster suddenly got a super, duper, amazingly, awesome great idea that he just had to share privately and whisper to Yagyuu, even if the whole table could hear what he was whispering about anyway.

Marui swallowed a spoonful of ice cream, letting the vanilla flavor melt all over his mouth, trying to distract himself, but failure decided to rudely slap him in the face when Kirihara took the scoop of ice cream in his mouth, rolling it around his mouth, letting his lips gather the sweetness before letting it slide out, then proceeding to lick his lips just as he did earlier, only this time, it looked more inviting even if Marui told himself that it was anything but.

Maybe he was getting way too delirious. After all, he hadn't had any for nearly half a month now. Exams were piling up, and tennis practice was getting harsher and harsher by the day, and Marui understood wholeheartedly whenever Kirihara would be too exhausted to do anything after training, because he'd be in the same state as well. He figured that his libido had gone into hibernation, so it was totally understandable to say that he was completely dumbfounded at the fact that he was getting hard watching his kohai eat ice cream in a very, very public place with their friends surrounding them as if they were just ready to snerk at him about his little situation.

Ice cream, Marui thought, staring at his own bowl, Ice cream, for goodness' sake!

It was something he ate nearly every day. This was the place that he and Kirihara went to nearly every Saturday. So why was he getting so frustrated by it? Maybe it was because Kirihara usually orders sundaes. In cups. With spoons. Not three scoops of strawberry ice cream and Belgian waffles and tongues.

"Akaya, your ice cream's melting." Niou grinned, pointing at the boy's arm, which already had melted ice cream dripping down it.

Kirihara's nose scrunched up, groaning, "Aw, man. I sorta zoned out there for a bit."

Marui took another spoonful of his banana split, realizing nonchalantly that he did too.

"Could you move, Jackal-sempai? Gotta go wash this off." Kirihara sighed mournfully, scooting off the seat as Jackal stood up. He gave one thoughtful look at his arm, and Marui nearly spewed ice cream all over the table when Kirihara started to lap up the liquid with his tongue. The ice cream kept on melting, so with another sigh, Kirihara headed off for the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Marui felt someone tapping his arm. He blinked, "What is it, Niou?"

Niou grinned slyly at him, "You're drooling."

Marui immediately wiped his mouth with his arm. "It's ice cream, you idiot. I'll head to the bathroom too." He scooped up the remains of his ice cream, filling his mouth, letting them melt as he trudged over to the men's room.

Kirihara looked up, surprised, when the door suddenly opened and his sempai came in, looking all annoyed and frustrated. "Marui-sempai?"

Ten seconds later, he found himself hauled over to one of the cubicles, slammed on the wall, and ravished with lips and tongues and hands and saliva and friction. By the time Marui left his lips and had moved on to his collarbone, his ice cream was already nothing but liquid dripping down his arm and forming a puddle on the floor of the bathroom.

“You’re so buying me a new one.” Kirihara mumbled, gasping as teeth gently nipped at that particular spot on his neck.

“Mmm-hmm.” Marui replied, grinning, “Just not here, though. I don’t think I can ever come back here.” He came back up again, capturing Kirihara’s lips for another deep kiss that left them both breathless and a little bit dizzy at the end.

Kirihara swallowed, trying to calm himself, “Why’s that?”

Marui leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and cupping the other’s cheeks with both hands, his grin getting wider, “After what I’m going to do to you here, I don’t think you’d be able to look at this place the same way again either.”

Kirihara turned beet red, but that only made Marui snicker. With a roll of his eyes and a scowl in an effort to hide his embarrassment, he took Marui’s cheeks in his hands as well, pressing their lips together with a grin of his own.

“I know this great ice cream shop just a bus ride away from here, sempai.”

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This has been in my head for months now. xD; Yeahh, this plot has been played around with by me for a lot of times now, but I just couldn't help but do it again on Marui and Kirihara. ^^; And I don't know if it's recognizable, but I tried to write differently than usual. Hope it worked. xD

I need to come up with better titles. T_T

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