[FIC] - Meals and Desserts - Several Pairings - NC-17 - Series
Title: Meals and Desserts
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, humor, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Nomnomnom.
Rainchaser's Archive
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☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
☆ Dawned - PG-13
☆ Proximity - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
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Yooh looked tense, much to Byou's amusement. That's just what he wanted. That man should be afraid to make a mistake again, he should be eager to try his best, to please Byou to the fullest. He had ordered in food, just as he was told, Korean, plus he set up a cool beer for the vocalist. He himself drank water, surprisingly.
Byou took his beer, his heavy rings clicking against the glass. "Has he been nice to you, Ryota?"
"He helped me with my IT assignment." The boy said, picking another bite from his plate.
The singer looked over at the tentatively smiling blond. "He did?"
"Well, I thought, since I know a few things, I could show him and, you know-"
"You're stuttering, why is that?" Byou asked, leaning his head on one hand, cocking a brow in a provoking manner.
"Cause you scare him, dad." Ryota answered as Yooh bit his lips.
Byou snorted. "But he's been a good boy today, ne? No need to look like I'll bite him."
Yooh wasn't sure if he should like this or not.
- - -
"Hmmm, you're cooking tonight?" Mao asked, he nose curiously sniffing as he stepped into their kitchen.
Kai smiled. "I came home early, so I have the time to make you some curry." Oh how he loved the childlike glee in Mao's eyes as he said what he's about to prepare him.
"Can I help you?" The currently brunette asked, already taking his apron from its hook on the door.
"Sure." The drummer said and pointed at the counter with piled up ingredients.
"Let's beat the meat." The singer grinned and pulled out a knife to open a pack of pork.
- -
"Why do you always order pizza?" Chiaki asked, observing Masayuki's stuffed cheeks with an amused smile.
"It tastes the best when you get it all fresh like in a restaurant."
"Yes, but why not something more special?" The blond said, bringing his fork to his lips. He had to close his eyes. This was good. More than good. A faint moan escaped his throat, elicited by the taste of grilled salmon.
"That good?" Masayuki felt great. There was nothing like this little pride swelling in his chest, knowing he found a delicious meal for Chiaki.
"I think my tongue just came." As he realized what he had just said, the blond turned crimson and hid behind his left hand.
The brunette started to laugh. He almost chocked on his pizza and swallowed it quickly to guffaw freely. "Do you have any idea how cute you look right now?"
Chiaki blushed even more, all the way down his delicate neck. Never the less, he joined the mirth of his friend.
- - -
"The boys are bowling with Miyavi's twins." Aoi purred into Ni~ya's right ear, bending over the back of the armchair the bassist occupied at the moment.
"Homework done?" The other asked, not looking up.
"Who cares?" The guitarist nibbled on the bassists lobe.
"I do."
Aoi stood straight up again. This wasn't working. Quickly, he dropped his black cardigan and undid a few buttons of his anthracite colored shirt. He ripped the newspaper out of Ni~ya's hands and threw it over his shoulder, the sheets flying randomly onto couch and coffee table. "Why don't you seize the moment and bend me over something and take me?" Aoi bent forward, back and legs at a perfect ninety degrees, hands on the bassist's thighs to push and spread them. "Hard and rough?" He whispered, his long black bangs cascading over his face, a smirk gracing his lips as his hands traveled upwards, his thumbs barely touching Ni~ya's crotch. Then, he was grabbed by his hair and pulled into a bruising kiss.
This is more like it.
- - -
Their bed was mess. A real mess. Everything was sticky with ice cream, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, sugar pearls and sweat. They didn't care right now, not when Nao was licking caramel off Tora's lips, clenching his inner muscles around the guitarist's hard shaft inside him. Tora opened his mouth to moan and instantly was invaded by a sugary tongue sharing the sweet taste.
He had enough of the teasing. He pushed the drummer in his lap down onto the mattress and took hold on his hips to set a new pace. A relentless one, ruled by deep thrusts, forcing the smaller man to grip the sheets tightly. He licked his throat, the salt in contrast to the sugar he did taste that evening was better than any sweet this world could offer.
- - -
"What are you doing?" Yooh asked from the doorway of his room.
"Collecting all your porn." He stuffed a few more DVD cases into the duffel bag and turned around to grin at the blond.
"And... why?" His brows furrowed.
"You, princess, are going to fast." Byou exclaimed and sat down on the blond's bed to skim through one of his magazines.
"I what?!"
"You can't appreciate good sex anymore. So you will fast, live abstinent for a while, so your body and mind will be more sensitive again." He dropped the magazine on a pile of others and put all of them into the bag.
"You can't be serious!" He entered his room, opening drawers and closets. He even took the Polaroids of Yooh himself?
"Oh, I am, believe me." Smoothly, Byou pulled out a box from beneath Yooh's bed.
"No!" The blond dropped down and tried to save his stash of toys.
"Don't make a fuss, please." Byou growled and tugged a little harder than necessary. Every vibrator, plug, egg and ball chain found it's way into the duffel. The blond winced at every piece getting out of reach for him.
"Now, stop the whining and listen." The shorter man held up a finger. "If you behave, if you don't do anything stupid for the rest of the day, I may - but just perhaps - let you suck me off. Deal?"
Yooh nodded eagerly.
- - -
"I could cook, you know." Aki said, pouting.
"You're my guest." He tried to push the man attached to his shoulder away with a bump of his hip. "Go grab a beer and sit down."
"Kenzo, you don't need to-"
"You're my guest!" The drummer chuckled, adding carrot cubes into the pan. "You need to relax, now shoo shoo." He poked the bassist's side until he stood by the fridge, ignoring the continued pout.
Taking out a bottle of Asahi, he finally did as he was told and sat down.
"Awww, come on." Kenzo laughed and bent down to kiss the tip of Aki's nose. "Smile for me."
"Your food better be good."
"It will, I made it with love." Kenzo said, returning to his pan to stir.
The bassist snorted, almost spilling some of his booze. "Yeah, right."
- - -
"Masayuki?" Chiaki said in a soft voice, stirring his vanilla ice cream with tangerine bits.
"Hm?" The brunette looked up from his bowl of pure, cut strawberries.
"What do you think about sex?" The blond pierced a piece of tangerine on his delicate spoon tip.
A slice of red fruit dropped back down into Masayuki's bowl, never entering his gaping mouth. "What do you mean?"
"What is it? Just fun? A way to show love?" Chiaki didn't meet his eyes and ate some of his dessert.
"I think," Well, what did he think? As far as he knew, it was supposed to be fun, addictive actually, but there had to be more to it. "I think it's a way to prove trust in a relationship."
"Trust?" Briefly, the blond looked at him, nervous, maybe a little embarrassed.
"Well, uhm," Masayuki put his fork down. "You expose yourself, like, completely. There is nothing you can hide, body or soul and to do that, you have to trust the other, right?"
Chiaki chewed slowly, almost absentmindedly, on his fruit.
Masayuki felt hot and cold, repeated what he had said in his head, searching for a possible mistake. He tried to read Chiaki's features, as the boy had his head on one palm, spoon tapping against his chin, a faint blush on his cheeks, eyes darting between the candle and his dessert.
"Do you trust me?"
Both knew the answer.
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I wrote each scene while taking a break from my never ending quest to wrap my mind around how to use an iPod. Ugh.
And this time gazerotica did the beta-ing 8D YAY FOR HER!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, humor, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Nomnomnom.
Rainchaser's Archive
_______________________________________________________________
☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
☆ Dawned - PG-13
☆ Proximity - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
_______________________________________________________________
Yooh looked tense, much to Byou's amusement. That's just what he wanted. That man should be afraid to make a mistake again, he should be eager to try his best, to please Byou to the fullest. He had ordered in food, just as he was told, Korean, plus he set up a cool beer for the vocalist. He himself drank water, surprisingly.
Byou took his beer, his heavy rings clicking against the glass. "Has he been nice to you, Ryota?"
"He helped me with my IT assignment." The boy said, picking another bite from his plate.
The singer looked over at the tentatively smiling blond. "He did?"
"Well, I thought, since I know a few things, I could show him and, you know-"
"You're stuttering, why is that?" Byou asked, leaning his head on one hand, cocking a brow in a provoking manner.
"Cause you scare him, dad." Ryota answered as Yooh bit his lips.
Byou snorted. "But he's been a good boy today, ne? No need to look like I'll bite him."
Yooh wasn't sure if he should like this or not.
- - -
"Hmmm, you're cooking tonight?" Mao asked, he nose curiously sniffing as he stepped into their kitchen.
Kai smiled. "I came home early, so I have the time to make you some curry." Oh how he loved the childlike glee in Mao's eyes as he said what he's about to prepare him.
"Can I help you?" The currently brunette asked, already taking his apron from its hook on the door.
"Sure." The drummer said and pointed at the counter with piled up ingredients.
"Let's beat the meat." The singer grinned and pulled out a knife to open a pack of pork.
- -
"Why do you always order pizza?" Chiaki asked, observing Masayuki's stuffed cheeks with an amused smile.
"It tastes the best when you get it all fresh like in a restaurant."
"Yes, but why not something more special?" The blond said, bringing his fork to his lips. He had to close his eyes. This was good. More than good. A faint moan escaped his throat, elicited by the taste of grilled salmon.
"That good?" Masayuki felt great. There was nothing like this little pride swelling in his chest, knowing he found a delicious meal for Chiaki.
"I think my tongue just came." As he realized what he had just said, the blond turned crimson and hid behind his left hand.
The brunette started to laugh. He almost chocked on his pizza and swallowed it quickly to guffaw freely. "Do you have any idea how cute you look right now?"
Chiaki blushed even more, all the way down his delicate neck. Never the less, he joined the mirth of his friend.
- - -
"The boys are bowling with Miyavi's twins." Aoi purred into Ni~ya's right ear, bending over the back of the armchair the bassist occupied at the moment.
"Homework done?" The other asked, not looking up.
"Who cares?" The guitarist nibbled on the bassists lobe.
"I do."
Aoi stood straight up again. This wasn't working. Quickly, he dropped his black cardigan and undid a few buttons of his anthracite colored shirt. He ripped the newspaper out of Ni~ya's hands and threw it over his shoulder, the sheets flying randomly onto couch and coffee table. "Why don't you seize the moment and bend me over something and take me?" Aoi bent forward, back and legs at a perfect ninety degrees, hands on the bassist's thighs to push and spread them. "Hard and rough?" He whispered, his long black bangs cascading over his face, a smirk gracing his lips as his hands traveled upwards, his thumbs barely touching Ni~ya's crotch. Then, he was grabbed by his hair and pulled into a bruising kiss.
This is more like it.
- - -
Their bed was mess. A real mess. Everything was sticky with ice cream, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, sugar pearls and sweat. They didn't care right now, not when Nao was licking caramel off Tora's lips, clenching his inner muscles around the guitarist's hard shaft inside him. Tora opened his mouth to moan and instantly was invaded by a sugary tongue sharing the sweet taste.
He had enough of the teasing. He pushed the drummer in his lap down onto the mattress and took hold on his hips to set a new pace. A relentless one, ruled by deep thrusts, forcing the smaller man to grip the sheets tightly. He licked his throat, the salt in contrast to the sugar he did taste that evening was better than any sweet this world could offer.
- - -
"What are you doing?" Yooh asked from the doorway of his room.
"Collecting all your porn." He stuffed a few more DVD cases into the duffel bag and turned around to grin at the blond.
"And... why?" His brows furrowed.
"You, princess, are going to fast." Byou exclaimed and sat down on the blond's bed to skim through one of his magazines.
"I what?!"
"You can't appreciate good sex anymore. So you will fast, live abstinent for a while, so your body and mind will be more sensitive again." He dropped the magazine on a pile of others and put all of them into the bag.
"You can't be serious!" He entered his room, opening drawers and closets. He even took the Polaroids of Yooh himself?
"Oh, I am, believe me." Smoothly, Byou pulled out a box from beneath Yooh's bed.
"No!" The blond dropped down and tried to save his stash of toys.
"Don't make a fuss, please." Byou growled and tugged a little harder than necessary. Every vibrator, plug, egg and ball chain found it's way into the duffel. The blond winced at every piece getting out of reach for him.
"Now, stop the whining and listen." The shorter man held up a finger. "If you behave, if you don't do anything stupid for the rest of the day, I may - but just perhaps - let you suck me off. Deal?"
Yooh nodded eagerly.
- - -
"I could cook, you know." Aki said, pouting.
"You're my guest." He tried to push the man attached to his shoulder away with a bump of his hip. "Go grab a beer and sit down."
"Kenzo, you don't need to-"
"You're my guest!" The drummer chuckled, adding carrot cubes into the pan. "You need to relax, now shoo shoo." He poked the bassist's side until he stood by the fridge, ignoring the continued pout.
Taking out a bottle of Asahi, he finally did as he was told and sat down.
"Awww, come on." Kenzo laughed and bent down to kiss the tip of Aki's nose. "Smile for me."
"Your food better be good."
"It will, I made it with love." Kenzo said, returning to his pan to stir.
The bassist snorted, almost spilling some of his booze. "Yeah, right."
- - -
"Masayuki?" Chiaki said in a soft voice, stirring his vanilla ice cream with tangerine bits.
"Hm?" The brunette looked up from his bowl of pure, cut strawberries.
"What do you think about sex?" The blond pierced a piece of tangerine on his delicate spoon tip.
A slice of red fruit dropped back down into Masayuki's bowl, never entering his gaping mouth. "What do you mean?"
"What is it? Just fun? A way to show love?" Chiaki didn't meet his eyes and ate some of his dessert.
"I think," Well, what did he think? As far as he knew, it was supposed to be fun, addictive actually, but there had to be more to it. "I think it's a way to prove trust in a relationship."
"Trust?" Briefly, the blond looked at him, nervous, maybe a little embarrassed.
"Well, uhm," Masayuki put his fork down. "You expose yourself, like, completely. There is nothing you can hide, body or soul and to do that, you have to trust the other, right?"
Chiaki chewed slowly, almost absentmindedly, on his fruit.
Masayuki felt hot and cold, repeated what he had said in his head, searching for a possible mistake. He tried to read Chiaki's features, as the boy had his head on one palm, spoon tapping against his chin, a faint blush on his cheeks, eyes darting between the candle and his dessert.
"Do you trust me?"
Both knew the answer.
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I wrote each scene while taking a break from my never ending quest to wrap my mind around how to use an iPod. Ugh.
And this time gazerotica did the beta-ing 8D YAY FOR HER!