Ho shi- it must be christmas
I'm on a roll this week BB! Here is the next one, it might snow only not since tomorrow it's suppose to be 90. -cry cry-
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Title: Fried Vegetables
Rating: R
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (Solo x Chariots/ Ex- Phantasmagoria)
Prompt: Hadaka
Words: 2,910
Fingers wrapped around the end of the cancer stick, his body resting comfortably on the leopard print couch in the small 1k apartment. Eyes stared at the clock above the TV, which had some sort of kids show anime as the background. Shaking his head in amusement at how childish the other could be sometimes, it probably explained why his kids got along with the other so easily since they shared common interests.
Lips tightening around cylinder stick one last time before he placed the remaining of the cigarette in the ash tray in front of him. He had thirty minutes or so before the other arrived back at home, which left him time to think what the hell he was exactly doing. He had owed it to the other since the agreement a few weeks back, and of course he always stuck too his word, but of all the things, he should just break this deal.
It wouldn’t have hurt, but being the stubborn person he was, he refused to call it quits no matter the situation. The way he was headed, he’d end up just as gay as Elton John with all the favors the other asked of him, but like some fool he always seemed to agree too them in the end.
Of course, he had the element of surprise on his hand this time, since the other didn’t even know he was here, and he didn’t even have a spare key too the apartment. That problem was fixed with quick bribery of one of the band mates, which in all honest had been way too easy. It was amazing how a little coaxing words and small promises could give you something so rewarding. Of course the other had been all too eager to give him the key after the incident in America, where he heard more then an earful at the hotel room. Eyes glancing down at the key with the small tape of a ‘Tomo’ on it, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It had been way too easy.
Pushing his body off the couch, small groan escaping his lips, realizing he had been sitting longer then he thought. Moving to grab the brown bag he had carried into the apartment and within a few moments he was stripping out of his clothes. Nudity never bothered him; it was more of what was being asked to do in the nude that bothered him or more of what was being asked by another vocalist; that was what bothered him.
Tossing the clothes into the corner of the room, he reached inside the bag and pulled out the leopard print apron, placing the strap over his head before he moved to tie the thin strings in the back. It had become a weekly thing to come over and cook for the other or have him come over whenever he cooked; being that Riku's cooking skills weren’t all that great. Though who could actually considering boiling water as a cooking skill?
After so many times of wearing the plain green apron of the others he finally made time too make his own and with his own touch of style and taste into it.
Digits wrapping around the brown bag and moving to place it on the counter before he pulled out the remaining contents. Vegetables, bag of rice, variety of meats, and of course seasonings. He’d end up bankrupt if he had to keep stocking Riku's fridge, only he knew that wouldn’t happen, but the thought alone was amusing. He’d lost track of how many times he supplied the other with groceries or leftovers. Spoiled ass and he was still a brat about everything even after all he did.
Scratching the back of his head, when the pans weren’t in the usual spot, he moved to open the few cabinets the other had before finally finding them. Who the hell stored pans in the top shelves? Shaking his head, he didn’t bother to think the subject through, placing two pans on the stove top before he moved to rinse the vegetables. Hand reaching inside the drawer to pull out a knife and cutting board before he busied himself with slicing and cubing the vegetables.
Mind concentrating on not cutting his finger, he hadn’t even heard the door open. A familiar short blond man walking into the apartment, confusion written on his face when he noticed things were out of place and nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw a figure at the counter with a knife. Eyes glanced to see the ‘robber’ was nude and that was when he saw the familiar frame and tattooed skin. Letting go of the breath he had been holding, for a moment he had thought he was being robbed by some drugged out nudist, but it was only Kiyoharu.
Smiling and slowly moving behind the other, arms wrapping around the others waist from behind, chin resting on the older man’s shoulder. “I thought you had forgotten. It’s nice to have my house wife back…”
Head snapping up when he felt the arms around him and then the smart ass remark that was quick too follow. Moving to stare back down at the vegetables, he shrugged his shoulders, knife once again dicing the vegetables. “Fuck you, I was just sticking to my end of the deal. Don’t forget yours…” He felt the hands tighten around his waist; eyes glancing out of the corner too see the frown on the others face. Smirking at him amusingly, he moved away from the other, placing the vegetables in the pan. “I thought you had forgotten…” Mocking tone and using the words from moments ago. It was all too easy manipulating his words; he didn’t even have to put in effort.
Riku hadn’t forgotten his end of the deal, but of all the things to ask him. Finally deciding that his hypothesis of the other being a closet pervert was more true then he had thought it been. Moving to press his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. “I wish your Alzheimer's would kick in and you’d forget what I was suppose too do.” Eyes looking up from the floor and finally taking the time too study the other who stood in front of him nude, aside from the apron.
The nude photo album the other had done back some time ago, really didn’t focus on just how good he looked nude or didn’t emphasize on it enough. Eyes traveling down to the others ass, which lacked, but it was still something nice to stare at whenever the other would get up from the bed. Smile growing bigger, thinking back to the countless times the other would walk around nude after a session. He had an ego bigger then anyone he had known, but with how the other looked, he sure the hell didn’t mind.
Eyes following back up to Kiyoharu's face only to see the other staring at him amusingly. “Don’t stare to hard babe, you might go blind.” Scoffing at the other and pulling himself up onto the counter, legs now dangling off the counter, grinning back at the other. “The only reason I’d go blind is because of your scrawny ass.” Teasing voice, as he moved his legs against the cabinets, creating a small thud each time the back of his leg hit the wood.
The older vocalist smirking at the other, moving to rest between the others legs, eyes staring at the other amusingly, his hand moving to rest on Riku's hip. “Really now? Then you should have went blind a while back from looking at it.” Moving his free hand to cup the others chin, thumb tracing over the smaller man’s bottom lip.
“I guess you don’t hurt my vision that bad then with your lack of ass.” Teeth nipping at the digit running over his bottom lip, he moved his legs too wrap around the others waist, scooting himself to rest on the edge of the counter. “When’s dinner?”
Eyes glanced over at the pot with the vegetables that were slowly cooking, before he smirked back at the other. “Another twenty minutes or so, but you shouldn’t try to skip too desert. It’ll ruin your appetite.” Moving his thumb away, fingers tilting Riku's chin and slowly leaning into the other who didn’t seem too mind. “Didn’t your mother tell you the same thing?” Lips pressed softly against the others, moving his tongue inside Riku's mouth, groaning when he felt the smaller man sucking on his tongue.
Fingers tightened into the fabric on the others hip, pulling his hand away from Riku's chin as hands all to eagerly moved over too undo the buttons of Riku’s shirt. Arms moving to pull the fabric off the other and tossing it on the floor somewhere behind him, lips trailing down the othe’s neck, feeling Riku's own hands resting on his shoulders.
Teeth sinking into the crook of the smaller man's neck, Riku groaning in response as nails dug into Kiyoharu's shoulders. Legs tightening around the older mans waist and grinding into the other slowly, making them both moan against the friction.
Riku’s own hands moving down to untie the back of the apron, before pushing the other away for a moment from his neck, removing the apron completely. Eyes glanced down at Kiyoharu's member, groaning in frustration with his clothes still on him, and quickly moving his own hands over his pants to pull at the button and zipper. He could feel Kiyoharu’s lips on his chest distracting him from his task; mouth over one of his nipples and tongue slowly tracing around the hard bud before teeth sank into the flesh. Back arching into the older man's mouth and hands falling to the side, moaning Kiyoharu’s name.
Eyes opening to the feeling of hands on his pants to see the other quickly working the button and zipper, legs unwrapping themselves from the other, he pushed his body off the counter, kicking the fabric off of one leg before the other leg kicked the pants off completely.
Kiyoharu moving to press the other against the counter, hands trailing down the exposed flesh, moving behind Riku’s lower back to squeeze his ass. Metal of the drawer pressing into Riku’s back, but he could have cared less as he felt the older man grabbing his ass.
Pushing the hands away from his ass, he didn’t say a word as he moved to rest on his knees, taking the others length into his mouth and quickly working his mouth over his cock. Bobbing his head up and down the older vocalists cock, before deep throating him a few times, feeling fingers fisting in his hair as hips rocked all too happily into his mouth.
“Fuck Riku…” Eyes half lidded, trying to keep them open too watch the other, but before he could even try concentrating at that, the other had pulled away. Tongue swiping across his lips and pushing himself back too stand, he smiled at the other. Moving his lips to the others ear, he softly bit down on his lobe, tugging at the skin before letting go to let his lips trace along his ear, smiling against his ear. “Fuck me.”
Not needing another word, he flipped the other away from him, pushing him against the counter, hand moving to rest on Riku’s right side hip, as the other moved to guide the tip of his cock into the others entrance. Pushing inside, he didn't bother to stop until he was all the way inside the other, both hands now resting on Riku’s hips, head titled back in satisfaction.
Riku’s own eyes squeezing shut when he felt the other enter him, taking a deep breath as fingers balled into fists. Not even having a chance to tell the other he was ready, before he felt hips all too eagerly rock in and out of him. Someone was more then eager to fuck tonight and he couldn’t have cared less at the moment. Hips pushed back against the other each time Kiyoharu thrusted into him, moving his own hand down to the front of his body, slowly stroking himself before a hand smacked his away.
Leaning his head down, Kiyoharu wrapped his fingers around the base of Riku’s cock, roughly squeezing him, before moving his hand up the others length and back down once again. “No cheating babe…” Moaning when he felt Riku press against his thrust, only to take the one hand on the younger man’s hip and push him roughly down against his member when he thrusted into him, both of them moaning at the rough contact.
Moving to stand completely straight up; hand moved away from the Riku’s member, more focused on just fucking the other instead of jacking him off. Both men trying to catch their breath, but each time Kiyoharu thrusted into the other, he didn’t get a chance. Knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard, but all thoughts were pushed to the side when he felt the other hit his spot. Fingers uncoiling as he pressed against the other, moaning. “Oh god…right there..” Some how managing to find the words, before he felt the other push back into him, hitting the bundle of nerves once again.
Smirk ghosted over his face when he had found the others spot, making sure each time he thrusted into the other too hit it with all too deadly accuracy. Fingers dug into Riku’s flesh not caring if he left the other with bruises, knowing it was bound too happen whenever they had one of their sessions.
Riku moaning each time the other thrusted into him, feeling he was reaching his peek with how the bastard kept hitting his spot without out missing a beat. He truly was a perfectionist at everything he did, but his mind quickly went blank when the other thrusted roughly into him and hitting his spot once again. “Oh god…Kiyoharu!.” Legs wanting to buckle from under him as he reached his climax, some how managing to stand without collapsing too the floor like he wanted to in the first place. Groaning softly when he still felt the other thrusting into him. Fingers wrapping around the handles of the drawers for support to hold him up, his legs feeling all too much like jello at the moment.
The older vocalist smirking when he heard the other scream his name, still thrusting into the other and not giving the other chance too take a break. Grunting each time he pushed back into the muscles that pushed down on his member each time. Head snapping back, eyes closing as he felt himself reaching his peek, fingers breaking skin as he gave one final thrust into the other. “Fuck…Riku.” Groaning as he released his seed inside the other, before he let his body fall gently on the others back, panting for air as he tried to stand up properly.
Carefully pulling out of the other, before he moved to sit on the floor and within a few moments the other collapsed into his lap. Arm lazily wrapped around the others waist, smirking at him amusingly. “I guess it’s harder to fuck while standing up.” Earning a light smack in the chest from the other who moved to rest his head in the crook of the older mans neck, eyes closing shut. “You need to do this more often.”
“The cooking or the fucking?”
“Cooking and fucking at the same time…”
Nostrils inhaling an unfamiliar smell, eyes opened and moved his head slowly away from the others neck, taking a small sniff. “What’s that smell?” Kiyoharu’s eyebrow lifting before eyes widened in realization. “Fuck!” Pushing the other off of him quickly before he moved to the stove, Riku wincing as his ass made contact with the floor.
“Ass, you could be a little more gentle after you just fucked me.”
Hand moved to rub his ass before he looked up from the floor, eying Kiyoharu who was staring down at the pan on the stove. Pushing himself off the floor and moving behind the other, to see what he was staring at, only to come in contact with black pieces of what use to be vegetables. The older vocalists scratching his head, mumbling a soft sorry for pushing the other away, though more focused on the burnt pieces of vegetable in front of him. “Well I can’t say I haven’t burnt anything for over 10 years now, thanks for making me break my record.”
Riku grinning as he moved the chopsticks to poke at the now black vegetables. “I like breaking streaks.”
Taking a deep breath, Kiyoharu moved the pan off the burner, taking the chop sticks away from the other. “I saw a McDonald's around the street. Want to eat there instead?”
“As long as you’re paying I don’t mind.” Smiling at the other amusingly.
“Don’t I always?” Moving over to the door, hands wrapped around the door handle about to open it, before Riku stopped him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Eyes glanced down at himself, realizing the lack of clothing. “Oh right. I guess I’m to comfortable being in nude. Or I’m really hungry” Hand letting go of the door handle, he moved back over too the couch to grab his clothes.
Riku shaking his head in amusement, moving too grab his own clothes. “Idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
I have a craving for a pickle? Yea time to go too bed. I PROOFREAD TOMORROW
You know the drill, friends locked until you read it. <3
Title: Fried Vegetables
Rating: R
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (Solo x Chariots/ Ex- Phantasmagoria)
Prompt: Hadaka
Words: 2,910
Fingers wrapped around the end of the cancer stick, his body resting comfortably on the leopard print couch in the small 1k apartment. Eyes stared at the clock above the TV, which had some sort of kids show anime as the background. Shaking his head in amusement at how childish the other could be sometimes, it probably explained why his kids got along with the other so easily since they shared common interests.
Lips tightening around cylinder stick one last time before he placed the remaining of the cigarette in the ash tray in front of him. He had thirty minutes or so before the other arrived back at home, which left him time to think what the hell he was exactly doing. He had owed it to the other since the agreement a few weeks back, and of course he always stuck too his word, but of all the things, he should just break this deal.
It wouldn’t have hurt, but being the stubborn person he was, he refused to call it quits no matter the situation. The way he was headed, he’d end up just as gay as Elton John with all the favors the other asked of him, but like some fool he always seemed to agree too them in the end.
Of course, he had the element of surprise on his hand this time, since the other didn’t even know he was here, and he didn’t even have a spare key too the apartment. That problem was fixed with quick bribery of one of the band mates, which in all honest had been way too easy. It was amazing how a little coaxing words and small promises could give you something so rewarding. Of course the other had been all too eager to give him the key after the incident in America, where he heard more then an earful at the hotel room. Eyes glancing down at the key with the small tape of a ‘Tomo’ on it, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It had been way too easy.
Pushing his body off the couch, small groan escaping his lips, realizing he had been sitting longer then he thought. Moving to grab the brown bag he had carried into the apartment and within a few moments he was stripping out of his clothes. Nudity never bothered him; it was more of what was being asked to do in the nude that bothered him or more of what was being asked by another vocalist; that was what bothered him.
Tossing the clothes into the corner of the room, he reached inside the bag and pulled out the leopard print apron, placing the strap over his head before he moved to tie the thin strings in the back. It had become a weekly thing to come over and cook for the other or have him come over whenever he cooked; being that Riku's cooking skills weren’t all that great. Though who could actually considering boiling water as a cooking skill?
After so many times of wearing the plain green apron of the others he finally made time too make his own and with his own touch of style and taste into it.
Digits wrapping around the brown bag and moving to place it on the counter before he pulled out the remaining contents. Vegetables, bag of rice, variety of meats, and of course seasonings. He’d end up bankrupt if he had to keep stocking Riku's fridge, only he knew that wouldn’t happen, but the thought alone was amusing. He’d lost track of how many times he supplied the other with groceries or leftovers. Spoiled ass and he was still a brat about everything even after all he did.
Scratching the back of his head, when the pans weren’t in the usual spot, he moved to open the few cabinets the other had before finally finding them. Who the hell stored pans in the top shelves? Shaking his head, he didn’t bother to think the subject through, placing two pans on the stove top before he moved to rinse the vegetables. Hand reaching inside the drawer to pull out a knife and cutting board before he busied himself with slicing and cubing the vegetables.
Mind concentrating on not cutting his finger, he hadn’t even heard the door open. A familiar short blond man walking into the apartment, confusion written on his face when he noticed things were out of place and nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw a figure at the counter with a knife. Eyes glanced to see the ‘robber’ was nude and that was when he saw the familiar frame and tattooed skin. Letting go of the breath he had been holding, for a moment he had thought he was being robbed by some drugged out nudist, but it was only Kiyoharu.
Smiling and slowly moving behind the other, arms wrapping around the others waist from behind, chin resting on the older man’s shoulder. “I thought you had forgotten. It’s nice to have my house wife back…”
Head snapping up when he felt the arms around him and then the smart ass remark that was quick too follow. Moving to stare back down at the vegetables, he shrugged his shoulders, knife once again dicing the vegetables. “Fuck you, I was just sticking to my end of the deal. Don’t forget yours…” He felt the hands tighten around his waist; eyes glancing out of the corner too see the frown on the others face. Smirking at him amusingly, he moved away from the other, placing the vegetables in the pan. “I thought you had forgotten…” Mocking tone and using the words from moments ago. It was all too easy manipulating his words; he didn’t even have to put in effort.
Riku hadn’t forgotten his end of the deal, but of all the things to ask him. Finally deciding that his hypothesis of the other being a closet pervert was more true then he had thought it been. Moving to press his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. “I wish your Alzheimer's would kick in and you’d forget what I was suppose too do.” Eyes looking up from the floor and finally taking the time too study the other who stood in front of him nude, aside from the apron.
The nude photo album the other had done back some time ago, really didn’t focus on just how good he looked nude or didn’t emphasize on it enough. Eyes traveling down to the others ass, which lacked, but it was still something nice to stare at whenever the other would get up from the bed. Smile growing bigger, thinking back to the countless times the other would walk around nude after a session. He had an ego bigger then anyone he had known, but with how the other looked, he sure the hell didn’t mind.
Eyes following back up to Kiyoharu's face only to see the other staring at him amusingly. “Don’t stare to hard babe, you might go blind.” Scoffing at the other and pulling himself up onto the counter, legs now dangling off the counter, grinning back at the other. “The only reason I’d go blind is because of your scrawny ass.” Teasing voice, as he moved his legs against the cabinets, creating a small thud each time the back of his leg hit the wood.
The older vocalist smirking at the other, moving to rest between the others legs, eyes staring at the other amusingly, his hand moving to rest on Riku's hip. “Really now? Then you should have went blind a while back from looking at it.” Moving his free hand to cup the others chin, thumb tracing over the smaller man’s bottom lip.
“I guess you don’t hurt my vision that bad then with your lack of ass.” Teeth nipping at the digit running over his bottom lip, he moved his legs too wrap around the others waist, scooting himself to rest on the edge of the counter. “When’s dinner?”
Eyes glanced over at the pot with the vegetables that were slowly cooking, before he smirked back at the other. “Another twenty minutes or so, but you shouldn’t try to skip too desert. It’ll ruin your appetite.” Moving his thumb away, fingers tilting Riku's chin and slowly leaning into the other who didn’t seem too mind. “Didn’t your mother tell you the same thing?” Lips pressed softly against the others, moving his tongue inside Riku's mouth, groaning when he felt the smaller man sucking on his tongue.
Fingers tightened into the fabric on the others hip, pulling his hand away from Riku's chin as hands all to eagerly moved over too undo the buttons of Riku’s shirt. Arms moving to pull the fabric off the other and tossing it on the floor somewhere behind him, lips trailing down the othe’s neck, feeling Riku's own hands resting on his shoulders.
Teeth sinking into the crook of the smaller man's neck, Riku groaning in response as nails dug into Kiyoharu's shoulders. Legs tightening around the older mans waist and grinding into the other slowly, making them both moan against the friction.
Riku’s own hands moving down to untie the back of the apron, before pushing the other away for a moment from his neck, removing the apron completely. Eyes glanced down at Kiyoharu's member, groaning in frustration with his clothes still on him, and quickly moving his own hands over his pants to pull at the button and zipper. He could feel Kiyoharu’s lips on his chest distracting him from his task; mouth over one of his nipples and tongue slowly tracing around the hard bud before teeth sank into the flesh. Back arching into the older man's mouth and hands falling to the side, moaning Kiyoharu’s name.
Eyes opening to the feeling of hands on his pants to see the other quickly working the button and zipper, legs unwrapping themselves from the other, he pushed his body off the counter, kicking the fabric off of one leg before the other leg kicked the pants off completely.
Kiyoharu moving to press the other against the counter, hands trailing down the exposed flesh, moving behind Riku’s lower back to squeeze his ass. Metal of the drawer pressing into Riku’s back, but he could have cared less as he felt the older man grabbing his ass.
Pushing the hands away from his ass, he didn’t say a word as he moved to rest on his knees, taking the others length into his mouth and quickly working his mouth over his cock. Bobbing his head up and down the older vocalists cock, before deep throating him a few times, feeling fingers fisting in his hair as hips rocked all too happily into his mouth.
“Fuck Riku…” Eyes half lidded, trying to keep them open too watch the other, but before he could even try concentrating at that, the other had pulled away. Tongue swiping across his lips and pushing himself back too stand, he smiled at the other. Moving his lips to the others ear, he softly bit down on his lobe, tugging at the skin before letting go to let his lips trace along his ear, smiling against his ear. “Fuck me.”
Not needing another word, he flipped the other away from him, pushing him against the counter, hand moving to rest on Riku’s right side hip, as the other moved to guide the tip of his cock into the others entrance. Pushing inside, he didn't bother to stop until he was all the way inside the other, both hands now resting on Riku’s hips, head titled back in satisfaction.
Riku’s own eyes squeezing shut when he felt the other enter him, taking a deep breath as fingers balled into fists. Not even having a chance to tell the other he was ready, before he felt hips all too eagerly rock in and out of him. Someone was more then eager to fuck tonight and he couldn’t have cared less at the moment. Hips pushed back against the other each time Kiyoharu thrusted into him, moving his own hand down to the front of his body, slowly stroking himself before a hand smacked his away.
Leaning his head down, Kiyoharu wrapped his fingers around the base of Riku’s cock, roughly squeezing him, before moving his hand up the others length and back down once again. “No cheating babe…” Moaning when he felt Riku press against his thrust, only to take the one hand on the younger man’s hip and push him roughly down against his member when he thrusted into him, both of them moaning at the rough contact.
Moving to stand completely straight up; hand moved away from the Riku’s member, more focused on just fucking the other instead of jacking him off. Both men trying to catch their breath, but each time Kiyoharu thrusted into the other, he didn’t get a chance. Knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard, but all thoughts were pushed to the side when he felt the other hit his spot. Fingers uncoiling as he pressed against the other, moaning. “Oh god…right there..” Some how managing to find the words, before he felt the other push back into him, hitting the bundle of nerves once again.
Smirk ghosted over his face when he had found the others spot, making sure each time he thrusted into the other too hit it with all too deadly accuracy. Fingers dug into Riku’s flesh not caring if he left the other with bruises, knowing it was bound too happen whenever they had one of their sessions.
Riku moaning each time the other thrusted into him, feeling he was reaching his peek with how the bastard kept hitting his spot without out missing a beat. He truly was a perfectionist at everything he did, but his mind quickly went blank when the other thrusted roughly into him and hitting his spot once again. “Oh god…Kiyoharu!.” Legs wanting to buckle from under him as he reached his climax, some how managing to stand without collapsing too the floor like he wanted to in the first place. Groaning softly when he still felt the other thrusting into him. Fingers wrapping around the handles of the drawers for support to hold him up, his legs feeling all too much like jello at the moment.
The older vocalist smirking when he heard the other scream his name, still thrusting into the other and not giving the other chance too take a break. Grunting each time he pushed back into the muscles that pushed down on his member each time. Head snapping back, eyes closing as he felt himself reaching his peek, fingers breaking skin as he gave one final thrust into the other. “Fuck…Riku.” Groaning as he released his seed inside the other, before he let his body fall gently on the others back, panting for air as he tried to stand up properly.
Carefully pulling out of the other, before he moved to sit on the floor and within a few moments the other collapsed into his lap. Arm lazily wrapped around the others waist, smirking at him amusingly. “I guess it’s harder to fuck while standing up.” Earning a light smack in the chest from the other who moved to rest his head in the crook of the older mans neck, eyes closing shut. “You need to do this more often.”
“The cooking or the fucking?”
“Cooking and fucking at the same time…”
Nostrils inhaling an unfamiliar smell, eyes opened and moved his head slowly away from the others neck, taking a small sniff. “What’s that smell?” Kiyoharu’s eyebrow lifting before eyes widened in realization. “Fuck!” Pushing the other off of him quickly before he moved to the stove, Riku wincing as his ass made contact with the floor.
“Ass, you could be a little more gentle after you just fucked me.”
Hand moved to rub his ass before he looked up from the floor, eying Kiyoharu who was staring down at the pan on the stove. Pushing himself off the floor and moving behind the other, to see what he was staring at, only to come in contact with black pieces of what use to be vegetables. The older vocalists scratching his head, mumbling a soft sorry for pushing the other away, though more focused on the burnt pieces of vegetable in front of him. “Well I can’t say I haven’t burnt anything for over 10 years now, thanks for making me break my record.”
Riku grinning as he moved the chopsticks to poke at the now black vegetables. “I like breaking streaks.”
Taking a deep breath, Kiyoharu moved the pan off the burner, taking the chop sticks away from the other. “I saw a McDonald's around the street. Want to eat there instead?”
“As long as you’re paying I don’t mind.” Smiling at the other amusingly.
“Don’t I always?” Moving over to the door, hands wrapped around the door handle about to open it, before Riku stopped him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Eyes glanced down at himself, realizing the lack of clothing. “Oh right. I guess I’m to comfortable being in nude. Or I’m really hungry” Hand letting go of the door handle, he moved back over too the couch to grab his clothes.
Riku shaking his head in amusement, moving too grab his own clothes. “Idiot.”
“Your idiot.”