That Day (WARNING: SMUT): Chap 3

Why would it be fascinating just to watch gleams of sweat trailing down his wet body?

Why would it be fascianating to watch as his slender long stretching, his biceps reacting, his delicate long fingers lightly touching the grip of his rackets as he pick them up one by one..

Why is it so fascinating to gaze into his gold-brown eyes well-hidden by his glasses which he wears them but doesn't need them anyway?

It takes a genius to know a genius.

It takes a genius to overpower a genius.

It takes a genius to catch him in his mood, to taste him as he is, to hear his breathings, his sighs, to feel his sudden struggles of protest, to pin him where he has cornered himself for that purpose, to touch where he moans in pleasure, taking every movement within in sweet surprise and to soak in the wet paraoxysm of warmth bursting all over..

Goodbye is a word that a genius would never use to another. It is just a way to cover up anything, any situation.

"Fuji..this racket doesn't belong to any Seigaku tennis club members."

"Later, Tezuka."

1 COMMENT
explodreamer said...
WRITE SOMETHING LONGER.

*melts*

Gah~~~~ I love it~~~ lol! u took the racket idea!!! It'd be good if u develop this thing and make it into smut :p But still, love it...

PS: check ur spelling mistakes yea~ :p
December 4, 2008 7:53 PM