4 Overtime - Chapter 4

"What are you saying, Fuji? What do you want?" He gave up trying to get the papers back from him. He just lay back in his easy chair as Fuji slowly got off the table. With slinky steps he was suddenly right in front of Tezuka.

"Something I'm not supposed to have", Fuji's hoarse voice tickled Tezuka's earlobe as he leaned down to whisper in the seated man's ear.

Tezuka was rooted to the chair by the mere shock and turn of events today and did not know how to respond. How had a harmless Sunday which was suppose to be filled with work and nothing more turn into something close to sexual harassment from nobody else than his sexy best friend? Wait, did he just call Fuji sexy?

He was caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize when Fuji had moved and had one knee between his thighs. His fingers combed Tezuka's brown locks back, moving them out of his eyes. There was a glazed look in his blue orbs as he peered down at Tezuka. Slim fingers gripped the edges of his glasses softly, ensuring not to touch the lenses and then pulled them off; folding and setting them down on the end table beside them. He held Kunimitsu's face firmly in place before softly covering Tezuka's lips with his own. The pressure was minimal, and there was a minty yet sweet taste to Fuji's lips. It must be all those mint chocolates that Fuji was always sucking on.

"You". Fuji whispers softly as they finally break apart and wait to gauge Tezuka's reaction.

Seeing that there was no negative feedback, the smaller man gathered up his courage and kissed Tezuka again. This time, Tezuka begins to respond and places his hands loosely around the smaller man's trim waist, hooking his hips and allowing his hands to rest there. A satiny tongue begins to probe at the taller man's lower lip asking silent permission to enter. Tezuka surprises even himself as he opens his mouth and grants Fuji access to his heated cavern. Their tongues join in a slow dance for dominance and Fuji submits as he feels Tezuka suddenly pull him down towards his lap.

Not breaking the kiss, Fuji removes his knee from between Tezuka's thighs and half straddles him. Tezuka snakes one arm around the fair haired man and pulls him even closer as another grabs a tuft of Fuji's hair and holds him in place as he deepens the kiss. Fuji's hands begin to explore the taller man as they move down to trace the shape of Kunimitsu's broad shoulders. He's able to feel the muscles flex and contract as Tezuka feels him up to.

The intoxication from the kiss goes straight to Tezuka's groin as he simply cannot believe what is going on. His sexy Fuji is actually kissing him and at the rate they are going, he does not think it will end just there. And boy was he right on that.

"Fuji.." Tezuka growls once they break apart for air again and easily lifts Fuji up. Instinctively Fuji wraps his legs around Tezuka's waist as he's hoisted up by those strong arms. He supports Fuji with one hand as the sapphire eyed man clings onto his neck as he clears his table with one clean sweep sending almost everything to the floor. Screw the presentation. Actually no, the presentation is the thing he wants to screw the least. Fuji on the other hand..

He slowly lowers Fuji onto the table, and pushes him further back. Fuji props himself up with his hands as Tezuka begins licking and sucking his sleek neckline. Fuji bends his neck to one side as he allows Tezuka better access to continue his ministrations. A moan escapes Fuji as the taller man begins to nibble on his earlobe. Supporting the small of Fuji's back, the taller man slowly lowers Fuji onto the table then lifts his hands above his head as he dips and swirls his tongue around his neck. Tezuka stands up and begins to unbutton his work shirt. With the first three buttons undone, it provides Fuji with a clear view of Tezuka's collarbones which he greedily admires.

For once Tezuka's pleased that Fuji decided not to dress in his normal dress shirt but instead opted for a casual collared t-shirt and jeans today. He smirked as he caught Fuji watching him closely as he pulled the tie from his shirt only to settle over Fuji again but this time with tie in hand. He slipped the tie around Fuji's wrist then pulled them together and tied a simple knot around them.

"Te.. Tezuka?" Fuji whimpered as he gave a tug or two at the tie binding his wrists.

"Quiet, Fuji." The dominant man put a finger to Fuji's lips to hush him.

"What are you doing?" Blue orbs stared questioningly from Tezuka to the bindings and back again.

"You said you wouldn't do anything but watch and be quiet. I expect that from you". Tezuka pulled open his side drawer and retrieved a pair of scissors from it. Fuji's eyes went wide with surprise as his eyebrows knitted into a fine garment of worry over his face. However, the bound man remained very quiet as Tezuka slipped his hand under the thin piece of cloth Fuji was wearing.

He gasps as he feels cold steel against his skin as the other man begins to snip away his t-shirt. With skilled hands, he made fast work of the piece of cloth exposing two perk nipples and he grinned. He liked Fuji in this position; Submissive and obedient. It isn't often you get to see the tensai as such, definitely not to such an extent as now. He knew these were dangerous waters he was threading in but it looked like the prize across the lake was more than worth it; to make Fuji his.