Drabble
Papa requested it and it amused me so~
Ruki was humming happily to himself, rolling the dough for the noodles he was making. When it was spread out on the counter, he folded the dough and started cutting it into straight lines. He was so focused on getting the noodles thin enough that he didn't even notice when someone came up behind him until there were arms wrapped against his waist and a mouth pressed to his neck.
“Aoi~” Ruki giggled lightly as Aoi nibbled on his shoulder. “Can't you see I'm cooking?” When Aoi's hands were rubbing the front of Ruki's pants, he gasped and leaned his head back on Aoi's shoulder. “Watch it, I have a knife!”
“What are you going to do, cut my hands off?” Aoi chuckled, nuzzling the crook of Ruki's neck.
“Not intentionally,” Ruki replied, turning his head to playfully bite Aoi's ear. “Now shoo with you, I'm making dinner.”
“Oh, don't mind me. Keep cooking.” Ruki could almost hear the deviousness in Aoi's voice. He continued cutting the noodles, putting them in the pot and starting to make the soup when he felt his belt being unbuckled, his trousers being opened and then yanked down his legs.
Ruki tried focusing on the soup, but that became incredibly hard when he felt two of Aoi's fingers nudging his entrance, pushing in slowly. He gasped as the digits moved inside him, stretching and teasing before finally locating his prostate, rubbing against it and drawing several soft mewls from Ruki.
Ruki was almost done when Aoi pulled his fingers out, and he groaned as he felt Aoi push his cock into him, gripping the counter tight and pushing back, not even protesting when he heard Aoil chuckle behind him. “Impatient.”
“Aoi, please,” Ruki whined, spreading his legs as far as he could with his trousers still around his ankles. Aoi snaked an arm around Ruki's waist, holding him up while his other hand came to stroke Ruki's dick in time with his thrusts. They moaned in unison as Aoi sped up, hitting Ruki's prostate dead on.
They were grunting softly, and soon enough Aoi was gripping Ruki's hips, pounding into him fervently. Ruki's knuckles were turning white, and he clenched his ass around Aoi's cock as he rubbed his thumb over the slit of Ruki's dick, twisting his grip slightly as he continued jerking Ruki off.
Ruki came with a loud moan, coating the glass door of the stove with his cum. He slumped forward, his hips being pulled back to meet Aoi's last, frantic thrusts before he fell over the edge, coming inside Ruki with a groan.
Panting hard while Aoi pulled his pants back up and closed the button, Ruki put the bowl of ramen aside to avoid it burning, feeling a light kiss being pressed to the back of his neck before he heard Aoi's teasing voice in his ear.
“So is dinner ready yet? I'm hungry.”
Aoi didn't even question why he got hit with a rolling pin and shooed out of the kitchen.
Ruki was humming happily to himself, rolling the dough for the noodles he was making. When it was spread out on the counter, he folded the dough and started cutting it into straight lines. He was so focused on getting the noodles thin enough that he didn't even notice when someone came up behind him until there were arms wrapped against his waist and a mouth pressed to his neck.
“Aoi~” Ruki giggled lightly as Aoi nibbled on his shoulder. “Can't you see I'm cooking?” When Aoi's hands were rubbing the front of Ruki's pants, he gasped and leaned his head back on Aoi's shoulder. “Watch it, I have a knife!”
“What are you going to do, cut my hands off?” Aoi chuckled, nuzzling the crook of Ruki's neck.
“Not intentionally,” Ruki replied, turning his head to playfully bite Aoi's ear. “Now shoo with you, I'm making dinner.”
“Oh, don't mind me. Keep cooking.” Ruki could almost hear the deviousness in Aoi's voice. He continued cutting the noodles, putting them in the pot and starting to make the soup when he felt his belt being unbuckled, his trousers being opened and then yanked down his legs.
Ruki tried focusing on the soup, but that became incredibly hard when he felt two of Aoi's fingers nudging his entrance, pushing in slowly. He gasped as the digits moved inside him, stretching and teasing before finally locating his prostate, rubbing against it and drawing several soft mewls from Ruki.
Ruki was almost done when Aoi pulled his fingers out, and he groaned as he felt Aoi push his cock into him, gripping the counter tight and pushing back, not even protesting when he heard Aoil chuckle behind him. “Impatient.”
“Aoi, please,” Ruki whined, spreading his legs as far as he could with his trousers still around his ankles. Aoi snaked an arm around Ruki's waist, holding him up while his other hand came to stroke Ruki's dick in time with his thrusts. They moaned in unison as Aoi sped up, hitting Ruki's prostate dead on.
They were grunting softly, and soon enough Aoi was gripping Ruki's hips, pounding into him fervently. Ruki's knuckles were turning white, and he clenched his ass around Aoi's cock as he rubbed his thumb over the slit of Ruki's dick, twisting his grip slightly as he continued jerking Ruki off.
Ruki came with a loud moan, coating the glass door of the stove with his cum. He slumped forward, his hips being pulled back to meet Aoi's last, frantic thrusts before he fell over the edge, coming inside Ruki with a groan.
Panting hard while Aoi pulled his pants back up and closed the button, Ruki put the bowl of ramen aside to avoid it burning, feeling a light kiss being pressed to the back of his neck before he heard Aoi's teasing voice in his ear.
“So is dinner ready yet? I'm hungry.”
Aoi didn't even question why he got hit with a rolling pin and shooed out of the kitchen.