Eating can be sexy
Title: Eating can be sexy
Author: Almighty me! xD
Beta: yuuki_saya Chuu~!
Pairing: SakurAiba
Rating: R
Genre: PWP...?
Disclaimer: I don't own them... Unfortunately
A/N: Wrote in 15 minutes... Yay~!
Those hands.... Those fingers... Those chopsticks heading to yummy and kissable lips... It was just too much to handle for poor Sakurai’s heart and body. He drank a big gulp of cold water and moved a bit, because they were in a restaurant, and any accidental touch will definitely bring him to the edge of the desire. He even started to look through the window, just to calm down and stop thinking about the guy sitting next to him; about the most precious person in the world; about Masaki.
- Nee, Sho-chan! I want some cream! - Aiba said with full mouth, spitting some rice and blushing in very cute way. ‘Cream? Now? He’s gotta be kidding me!’ the newscaster thought...
- Masaki, you’ll get the cream at home... Hurry up... Finish eating and let’s go...
- But I’m full... My hand’s won’t move... Feed me!
- What? Don’t act like a child!
- Sho-chan... Please... - Aiba made one of his irresistible faces and opened his mouth, waiting for a big bite of sushi. Older member didn’t have a choice, took his chopsticks and wanted to take the food, but his lover stopped him.
- No! Not with chopsticks! With you hand!
- What?! Are you crazy? Why?
- Please Sho-chan! Do this for me! - another cute puppy eyes session made Sakurai’s heart skip a beat. He sighed... There was no way he could refuse...
As soon as soft lips touched fortuitously his fingers and pink tongue started to lick them, he couldn’t stop a quiet moan coming out his lungs. The sensations were even more intense now, the air in the restaurant became hot, and all he could focus at was that strange kiss...
- Masaki, if you don’t stop, I’ll...
- What Sho-chan? You don’t like it?
- I like it... Too much... And we are in public! Can’t you wait until we’ll get home? Masaki... What are you doing?! - The newscaster almost shouted, when he felt his bandmate hand on his thigh, going up and marking some little circles... This was really unbearable; Sho was aware that one more touch, one more glance, one more lick and he will throw himself at Aiba, making love on the table. - Masaki... Let’s go home... One more touch and I’ll... - he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Aiba’s lips sealed his own; kissing passionately and insatiable. Soon after, younger member started to kiss Sakurai’s neck, tracing way down with his saliva, trying to unbelt Sho’s pants. The newscaster was too aroused to stop him and think about other people in the restaurant. Shortly after, Masaki dived under the table reaching for Sho’s manhood and stroking it a bit. He had perfect position, because he could left unspotted; but all Sakurai could do was holding the edge of the table tightly and trying not to make any suspicious sound.
Flickering tongue started its wet journey on older man’s member, licking it and sucking from tip all the way down, slowly at first, making it harder and harder. Sho’s body reacted, pushing hips a little forward, just to feel beloved lips more; trying to come.
It seems to last forever, until Sakurai finally explode, not being able to stop loud moan in the end... The newscaster blushed a bit and looked around to see whether anyone noticed them. It seemed that they’re safe.
Suddenly Aiba came out from under the table, wiping his lips, with a big smile on his face.
- Masaki... You’re insane!
- What? I told you that I want some cream, ne? - He winked.
Sho couldn’t help it, so he burst in laugh.
- Come on, let’s go home... Now it’s my turn to eat some... cream...
Author: Almighty me! xD
Beta: yuuki_saya Chuu~!
Pairing: SakurAiba
Rating: R
Genre: PWP...?
Disclaimer: I don't own them... Unfortunately
A/N: Wrote in 15 minutes... Yay~!
Those hands.... Those fingers... Those chopsticks heading to yummy and kissable lips... It was just too much to handle for poor Sakurai’s heart and body. He drank a big gulp of cold water and moved a bit, because they were in a restaurant, and any accidental touch will definitely bring him to the edge of the desire. He even started to look through the window, just to calm down and stop thinking about the guy sitting next to him; about the most precious person in the world; about Masaki.
- Nee, Sho-chan! I want some cream! - Aiba said with full mouth, spitting some rice and blushing in very cute way. ‘Cream? Now? He’s gotta be kidding me!’ the newscaster thought...
- Masaki, you’ll get the cream at home... Hurry up... Finish eating and let’s go...
- But I’m full... My hand’s won’t move... Feed me!
- What? Don’t act like a child!
- Sho-chan... Please... - Aiba made one of his irresistible faces and opened his mouth, waiting for a big bite of sushi. Older member didn’t have a choice, took his chopsticks and wanted to take the food, but his lover stopped him.
- No! Not with chopsticks! With you hand!
- What?! Are you crazy? Why?
- Please Sho-chan! Do this for me! - another cute puppy eyes session made Sakurai’s heart skip a beat. He sighed... There was no way he could refuse...
As soon as soft lips touched fortuitously his fingers and pink tongue started to lick them, he couldn’t stop a quiet moan coming out his lungs. The sensations were even more intense now, the air in the restaurant became hot, and all he could focus at was that strange kiss...
- Masaki, if you don’t stop, I’ll...
- What Sho-chan? You don’t like it?
- I like it... Too much... And we are in public! Can’t you wait until we’ll get home? Masaki... What are you doing?! - The newscaster almost shouted, when he felt his bandmate hand on his thigh, going up and marking some little circles... This was really unbearable; Sho was aware that one more touch, one more glance, one more lick and he will throw himself at Aiba, making love on the table. - Masaki... Let’s go home... One more touch and I’ll... - he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Aiba’s lips sealed his own; kissing passionately and insatiable. Soon after, younger member started to kiss Sakurai’s neck, tracing way down with his saliva, trying to unbelt Sho’s pants. The newscaster was too aroused to stop him and think about other people in the restaurant. Shortly after, Masaki dived under the table reaching for Sho’s manhood and stroking it a bit. He had perfect position, because he could left unspotted; but all Sakurai could do was holding the edge of the table tightly and trying not to make any suspicious sound.
Flickering tongue started its wet journey on older man’s member, licking it and sucking from tip all the way down, slowly at first, making it harder and harder. Sho’s body reacted, pushing hips a little forward, just to feel beloved lips more; trying to come.
It seems to last forever, until Sakurai finally explode, not being able to stop loud moan in the end... The newscaster blushed a bit and looked around to see whether anyone noticed them. It seemed that they’re safe.
Suddenly Aiba came out from under the table, wiping his lips, with a big smile on his face.
- Masaki... You’re insane!
- What? I told you that I want some cream, ne? - He winked.
Sho couldn’t help it, so he burst in laugh.
- Come on, let’s go home... Now it’s my turn to eat some... cream...