[Drabble] - Discipline (ShiraKen, R)
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crookedspoonFandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Shiraishi, Kenya
Word Count: 265
Themes/Prompts: #91 "Ring" @![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Disclaimer: No own, no sue.
Warnings: Rated R for um, a half-nekkid restricted boi being teased?
Main table can be found here.
"Let's go over the lesson plan again." Smack. The sound of plastic slapping against skin reverberated through the classroom.
"Ow! That hurts, you bastard." Kenya cursed and wriggled, however ineffectively, the way he was bent over the wooden desk.
"Is that a way to adress your captain?" Shiraishi whipped the ruler against Kenya's bare ass again with a loud crack. Kenya winced, which sent a jolt up his awkwardly twisted arms. That bastard of a captain had bound them together with his bandages and pinned against his back with one hand.
"So, let's try this again. What did I tell you?" Shiraishi smacked his ass one more time, before putting the ruler down on a desk next to him.
Kenya bit his lip. This was ridiculous.
"Perhaps this will loosen your tongue." Kenya's eyes bulged as warm fingers smeared spirals of his precum down the aching cock that had bumped against the cold edge of the table with every jerk of his hips. They curled so deliciously around him as Shiraishi pressed closer to lean over him, the zipper of his uniform trousers rough against the now sensitive skin of his buttocks. "So?" he whispered, before biting the shell of his ear.
Kenya twitched into the touch. "No... no masturbation in the clubroom without permission," he groaned out.
"And?" One viscious tug made Kenya whimper. "What does that mean for you now?" Shiraishi's fingers traveled lower to swirl around the neon green plastic ring squeezing the base of his cock.
Kenya hung his head. There was no overpowering his captain. "No release until you say otherwise."
Characters: Shiraishi, Kenya
Word Count: 265
Themes/Prompts: #91 "Ring" @
100_promptsDisclaimer: No own, no sue.
Warnings: Rated R for um, a half-nekkid restricted boi being teased?
Main table can be found here.
"Let's go over the lesson plan again." Smack. The sound of plastic slapping against skin reverberated through the classroom.
"Ow! That hurts, you bastard." Kenya cursed and wriggled, however ineffectively, the way he was bent over the wooden desk.
"Is that a way to adress your captain?" Shiraishi whipped the ruler against Kenya's bare ass again with a loud crack. Kenya winced, which sent a jolt up his awkwardly twisted arms. That bastard of a captain had bound them together with his bandages and pinned against his back with one hand.
"So, let's try this again. What did I tell you?" Shiraishi smacked his ass one more time, before putting the ruler down on a desk next to him.
Kenya bit his lip. This was ridiculous.
"Perhaps this will loosen your tongue." Kenya's eyes bulged as warm fingers smeared spirals of his precum down the aching cock that had bumped against the cold edge of the table with every jerk of his hips. They curled so deliciously around him as Shiraishi pressed closer to lean over him, the zipper of his uniform trousers rough against the now sensitive skin of his buttocks. "So?" he whispered, before biting the shell of his ear.
Kenya twitched into the touch. "No... no masturbation in the clubroom without permission," he groaned out.
"And?" One viscious tug made Kenya whimper. "What does that mean for you now?" Shiraishi's fingers traveled lower to swirl around the neon green plastic ring squeezing the base of his cock.
Kenya hung his head. There was no overpowering his captain. "No release until you say otherwise."
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Date: 2008-04-16 12:58 am (UTC)I died just now
xDDD
<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2008-04-16 10:14 am (UTC)*pokes the body*
Thanks for reading ^^
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Date: 2008-04-16 01:20 am (UTC)