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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Masami/Minami_Kentarou, Hiyoshi_Wakashi/Mukahi_Gakuto,
      Kirihara_Akaya/Sengoku_Kiyosumi
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-13 Updated: 2016-09-24 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2255
****** Tenipuri birthday series ******
by MidnightFragments
Summary
     A collection of ficlets written for the characters' birthdays.
Notes
     This is a collection of my Tenipuri_Birthday_Series on tumblr. More
     relationships tags will be added when I add future fics. I only write
     for the characters I love, so there are a few that will not get a
     birthday fic from me. Sorry.
     Rating varies from one ficlet to another, exact rating will be
     mentioned before each "chapter". None of the ficlets is related to
     another, you can skip the ships you're not interested in without
     missing anything important on your own ship.
***** Higashikata Masami (/Minami) *****
Chapter Notes
     Higashikata Masami/Minami Kentarou, Rated G, 414 words.
"Do you want to do something today?"
Minami looked up from his food, swallowed, and then said with a lopsided grin,
"Sorry, Masami-kun. I promised my brother to help him with his homework."
"Oh." Higashikata returned his eyes to his lunch.
"I'm free tomorrow, though," Minami suggested.
He smiled weakly in return. "Yeah, sure. A movie?"
Masami's smile brightened. "Sure."
                                        
That's why he hates his birthday, Higashikata thought to himself. No one
actually cared. His greatest trauma to date was throwing a party on his 10th
birthday and having only four kids from his class showing up. He'd stopped
celebrating his birthday after that.
But he thought that this time it'd be different. Minami should care, shouldn't
he? Don't boyfriends usually care? But Minami didn't even seem to remember his
birthday.
"Why the long face, Higa-chan?"
Sengoku's cheerful voice snapped Higashikata's mind back to the present.
Sengoku stood in front of him, a towel around his waist and another one hanging
from his right shoulder, his mouth stretched into a smile. "Everything's fine,
Sengoku."
Sengoku poked his cheek. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you looked like your
crush rejected you."
Higashikata feels his face warming up and Sengoku's face brighten even more.
"Higa-chan! Do you have a crush on someone? Do you have a girlfriend?" He
teased in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up," he muttered, finally getting up from the bench and heading to the
showers.
"We all love you, Higa-chan!" Sengoku calls after him. "Even if you have a
girlfriend!"
                                        
Higashikata's phone rang a little after seven. He put his book aside and picked
it up, checking the caller ID before answering.
"Masami-kun, my brother finished his homework. Do you want to come over?"
It was as if a weight was lifted off his chest with just those few words.
Smiling, he said, "Sure, I'll be there soon."
                                        
Minami waited for him outside the door. "Glad you could make it," he said as
Higashikata approached him. For a moment they stood in front of each other,
their hands dangling awkwardly on their sides, and then Minami took a step
forward and kissed him softly. "Hi," he said with a smile when they parted.
"Hi."
"Masami-kun, there's something I really need to tell you," Minami said as he
walked towards the door.
"What?"
Minami opened the door and Higashikata was hit by an explosion of lights and
sounds and people calling, "Surprise!"
Minami turned to look at him, grinning widely. "Happy birthday."
***** Mukahi Gakuto (/Hiyoshi) *****
Chapter Notes
     Mukahi Gakuto/Hiyoshi Wakashi, rated E, 1,234 words.
     I really don't know how to write smut, forgive me.
"I got you a birthday present."
"Yuushi, it's the middle of the night." Gakuto's voice would be so much angrier
if he didn't answer his phone half asleep. Trust Oshitari Yuushi to call at 2am
to tell him he bought him a present.
"I know. I'm outside your house, open the door."
Gakuto groaned. "No, fuck you, I'm going back to sleep. Give it to me tomorrow
at school," he muttered tiredly and hung up.
He was so close to falling back to sleep when the phone rang again. "What?" he
asked, annoyed.
"I'm still outside."
"Fine, fine, I'm coming down."
As he was making his way down the stairs, he tried to come up with the best
insults he could think of, something which turned to be extremely difficult
with his brain still half in the land of dreams. He was going to have to do
with a simple 'idiot' or 'moron', he decided as reached the bottom of the
stairs.
Or 'crazy', he thought when he opened the door to find his friend holding in
place a completely embarrassed Hiyoshi, dressed in a thing that looked like
their regulars uniform but was much more revealing and really not suited for
tennis. A red ribbon was wrapped around his body, keeping his hands at the
sides of his body and tied in a perfect little bow over the middle of his
chest. His cheeks were almost the same color as the ribbon, his eyes were fixed
on the ground and his mouth was merely a thin line on his face.
Next to him, Yuushi was looking far too smug.
"It's yours for the night," he said, pushing Hiyoshi towards the surprised boy.
"Longer, if you can convince it to stay. Happy birthday." And then he simply
turned around and walked away, leaving Gakuto staring after him, too shocked to
answer.
When Yuushi disappeared behind the corner of the street, Hiyoshi started
swaying on his feet, returning Gakuto’s attention to him.
Gakuto, in lack of anything else to say (this time Yuushi managed to leave him
speechless), said eventually, "Come in", and moved aside to allow Hiyoshi to
enter his house and then lead him up the stairs to him bedroom.
When the door closed behind them, Hiyoshi mumbled, "Happy birthday, Mukahi-
san," with eyes still fixed on the floor and flushed cheeks.
Gakuto scarped his neck. "Did you, uh, agree to that?"
Hiyoshi's cheeks turned even a deeper shade of red. Gakuto didn't think it was
possible. Slowly, Hiyoshi nodded.
"So I can do whatever I want?" he asked, just to make sure.
Hiyoshi nodded again, and Gakuto finally smiled.
Stepping closer to his kouhai, he rested both his hands on Hiyoshi's neck and
drew him into a kiss. Hiyoshi moaned, and Gakuto took it as the final
confirmation he needed before licking his way into his mouth, his tongue
exploring the unfamiliar space.
With a final nibble on Hiyoshi's lower lip, Gakuto took a step back and pushed
the younger boy onto his bed. Hiyoshi went easily, his hands still tied at his
sides with that ridiculous ribbon, and Gakuto finally allowed himself to
examine his body.
His shirt was the same color of his tennis jersey, though it was a size or two
too small, stretched tightly on his chest and stomach, revealing a generous
amount of skin above his shorts, which looked more like very small briefs than
actual pants. His erection was obvious through the thin material.
Gakuto licked his lips and climbed on top of Hiyoshi, settling on his lap.
"Look at you, so hard just from kissing," he whispered into his ear, dragging
his hips over Hiyoshi's crotch and nibbling on his earlobe. "How long have you
two been planning this?"
Hiyoshi moaned underneath him, bucking his hips up to get more friction. He
didn't answer Gakuto's question.
Gakuto put his hands on Hiyoshi's chest, on both sides of the bow, and started
grinding his hips more firmly, feeling himself growing harder with every drag
of his groin over Hiyoshi's.
"You know what I want to do?" he asked, lowering himself for another kiss. "I
want to fuck you, to hear you scream my name as you come all over that shirt,"
he continued, talking against the younger boy's mouth.
"Yes," Hiyoshi cried. "Please."
Gakuto stood back up without a warning, watching Hiyoshi's hips move up at the
sudden loss of contact. "But that can wait for another time. Today," Gakuto
said, pulling off his shirt and sliding out of his briefs, "today I'm going to
ride you."
Hiyoshi squirmed on the bed, his eyes raking over Gakuto's now-naked body.
Gakuto reached over and pulled Hiyoshi's shorts off, taking his shoes and socks
along with it. Hiyoshi wasn't wearing any underwear.
For a moment, Gakuto just stared at his teammate's hard cock, and then he ran
his fingers over it lightly, teasing. "Yeah, I think I want that in me," he
said quietly.
Finding his lube and condoms took longer than he'd like, not being used for
months, and when he finally dug them out of the drawer he smiled triumphantly.
He settled back on Hiyoshi's hips and coated his fingers, bringing them behind
him and inserting one into his hole.
He didn't waste time on thorough preparation, soon adding a second digit and
then a third and working himself open efficiently. Beneath him, Hiyoshi kept
moaning at the sight and the occasional touches of Gakuto's cock with his own.
When he felt he was ready, Gakuto took the condom and ripped it open with his
teeth, rolling it onto the younger boy's length and coating it with more lube,
and then he positioned himself on it and slid down. They both moaned as he
bottomed out, and Gakuto took only a few short moments to adjust before he
started moving.
It had been a long time since he was last fucked, and the feeling of having a
cock filling him up was overwhelming. He alternated between sliding up and down
and circling his hips on Hiyoshi's cock, his hand finding his own cock and
tugging at it to the rhythm of his hips' movements.
Hiyoshi thrust his hips up to meat Gakuto's. At some point, when his moans were
getting too loud, Gakuto put his free hand on his mouth to muffle the sounds
and prevent him from waking up his family.
He came quicker than he'd like to, and the clenching of his muscles drew
Hiyoshi's orgasm right after his.
He slumped over the younger boy and stayed still for a couple of minutes, both
of them breathing heavily. Then Gakuto pulled away, feeling Hiyoshi's softening
cock sliding out of him. He got the condom off and tied it, throwing it away on
his way to get a cloth from the bathroom. He cleaned himself up and came back
to bed, finally untying the ribbon around Hiyoshi's body and dropping next to
him. Hiyoshi wrapped his arms around him.
Gakuto reached over and turned off the light, falling asleep quickly.
                                        
The next day at morning practice, Yuushi smiled at him innocently in the locker
rooms. "Happy birthday, Gakuto. I hope your day started well."
Gakuto blushed and muttered, "Fuck you."
"Gladly," Yuushi said. As he made his way out to the courts he stopped to
whisper into his ear, "But I think Hiyoshi-kun would get jealous."
***** Kirihara Akaya (/Sengoku) *****
Chapter Notes
     Kirihara Akaya/Sengoku Kiyosumi, rated T (M if you wanna push it but
     it's really not there), 606 words.
     Prompt taken from here. Found it through pinterest, ignored the
     "bruised" part because it didn't fit for a birthday fic. Glitter-
     covered Kirihara is probably my new favorite think.
     Also, Kirihara/Sengoku is an OTP and I wish more people shipped them
     together.
Sengoku's first reaction when he opens the door to let his boyfriend in, is
gawking at him with a dropped jaw. His second reaction is opening and closing
his mouth without any sound coming out. "Should I even ask?" he finally manages
to let out.
Kirihara has definitely tried dressing up. He is wearing tight, dark jeans and
a light-blue button-up shirt, and as far as Sengoku can tell, he would have
looked amazing if he wasn't soaked wet and covered with glitter from head to
toe.
Kirihara grunts and walks around him to get inside.
For a few moments Sengoku keeps staring at the now-empty entrance, and then he
closes the door and turns around. "Um. There is food. But maybe you'd like a
shower first?"
The only answer he gets is another grunt as Kirihara starts climbing the
stairs.
Sengoku puts the food he ordered in earlier inside the oven to keep it warm and
follows his boyfriend to the shower. He leans against the sink, his hands
crossed over his chest, and watches while Kirihara strips out of his wet
clothes and drops them on the floor. He smiles when he sees the sparkling
chest, trying to hold his laughter back.
He doesn't do it well, apparently, because Kirihara stops in the middle of
checking the temperature of the water to glare at him with annoyance. "What's
so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing. Go on."
Kirihara rolls his eyes and steps into the shower, immediately reaching for the
soap to wash the glitter off his body.
"So how did this happen?" Sengoku asks, curious, though he only half-listens to
the answer, too distracted by his boyfriend's naked body.
"It didn't. This never happened. We're not talking about it ever again."
Sengoku hums in response. "There's still plenty in your hair," he informs
Kirihara after a while.
"Then get the fuck in here and help me wash it off, I can't fucking see it if
it's in my hair."
"Don't be so angry, Bakaya. It's your birthday, you should rejoice, smile, be
happy!" He replies cheerfully, though he does heed to his boyfriend's words and
starts taking off his own clothes. "Here, give me the shampoo," he says when he
steps into the shower.
Kirihara grabs the soap and turns around to face Sengoku, placing the bottle in
his hands. "Thanks," he says as Sengoku pours some onto his hands and starts
massaging it into his hair.
Sengoku watches as Kirihara closes his eyes, smiles when his boyfriend makes a
sound that can only be described as a purr. He guides Kirihara's head into the
stream of water and washes the glitter out of his hair slowly until it is clean
and no longer sparkling.
"Hey," he says gently.
Kirihara opens his eyes and hums in return.
"Can I kiss you now?"
When his Kirihara nods with a slight smile, Sengoku grabs his neck and brings
their mouths together, licking into his mouth. Kirihara moans against his mouth
and grinds his hips into Sengoku, rubbing himself against him.
"Hm." Sengoku breaks the kiss. He pecks Kirihara's nose, not surprised by the
small frown that follows his action. "Happy birthday, Akaya."
They stay in the shower until the water runs cold.
Sengoku never finds out what had happened that got Kirihara soaked with water
and covered with glitter, but he suspects it has something to do with that
silver-haired guy from his team. Not that he cares, really. The sparkling chest
was nice. He should definitely buy one of those glittering body lotions and
apply it to his boyfriend's body someday soon. For his own birthday, maybe.
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