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Sweet Little Guilty Pleasures	By : Yosuke Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 5211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sweet Little Guilty Pleasures
- 1
    Part of him hated his childish qualities, the things he did and loved that kept him grounded as a child rather than elevated him to the level of manhood that his brother exuded. Misaki wanted to be an adult, wanted to push out of his childhood and become more respectable, more likened to his brother Takahiro, and with a part-time job and the title of college grad in the workings, that dream didn't seem too far off. Even the great Akihiko Usami would have to acknowledge his progress in maturity soon!

   But even still...

   Candy was amazing.

   He hated his love of the stuff, but candy was a weakness. He tried valiantly not to show that hateful love publicly, but it was difficult. Misaki would often munch on little candies during class, or sneak little bags of mints or tarts into his room, destroying the evidence later by disposing of the bags and wrappers in an outdoor bin.

   The love of candy was childish, and Misaki didn't like it one bit. If Akihiko were to find out, who knew what kind of torment he'd receive? Bags of candy every day, that was for certain. Akihiko would bestow gifts of sweets on his lover whenever he could, and at every available opportunity, poke fun at him for enjoying it so much. So Misaki Takahashi made it a point to keep this secret to himself, to feign his indifference when sweets were presented to him, and to eat his candy in solitude. Akihiko would never know.

   Misaki had decided this long ago, and his secret candy adventures had become routine: Buy a snack, eat it at school (when Sumi wasn't around), and carry on with the rest of his day.

   One lovely morning, when the sky was still the palest blue in the east and the dark of wading night loomed behind him, Misaki was dragging himself to school, far too tired for such early morning lectures and already prepared for the day to just be over. As he rounded the convenience store, the same one he always passed when trekking to school on foot, in his bleary-eyed state he noticed a new window display.

   A sale on holiday candy.

   Misaki stopped in his tracks, rubbing one eye sleepily as his brain tried to process the image. A day earlier had been White Day, and all the candy that hadn't been as successful sales as the store had hoped was now discounted to clear the way for new products.

   The student stared in silence at the display for a long moment, then nodded as if conversing with someone and made his way into the store. Moments later, he emerged with two bags, one of soft mints with hearts emblazoned onto the sugary studs, and the other of candy necklaces, a treat he hadn't enjoyed since he was five due to teasings from his brother. With his secret rote, he was free to enjoy the treats as much as he'd like.

   Barely thinking about it, he freed one candy-strewn elastic string from the bag and pulled it over his head. It would be the perfect thing to munch on during class; if anyone took notice, they'd only think it to be a nervous habit of chewing on a regular necklace. Stuffing the remaining candies into his backpack, he continued to his campus.

   The plan worked out just as he'd hoped, periodically sucking and chewing on a sweet candy piece, the elastic worrying at the corners of his lips before popping out to snap back against his neck, falling under the high-collar shirt. By the end of his classes, he'd only consumed half of the necklace, leaving a hefty amount for after dinner and his study time. Resigning to save them for later, he left the necklace about his neck, knowing the shirt would keep it hidden, and returned home to prepare for his chores for the day.

   By the time he'd arrived home, Akihiko was already locked in his office, working well into the early evening on his latest chapter, a piece pertaining to political mutiny or something of the like, Misaki wasn't quite sure.

   The student had cleared the clothesline of sheets and vacuumed the whole of the downstairs area. With the guest bathroom reeking of lemon products and the kitchen floor drying, Misaki was left with nothing much else to do until dinnertime, so he settled himself onto the couch, laying with his head in Suzuki's lap, and began working on a word puzzle in a variety manga magazine he'd picked up from the store a few days prior. His phone had been set to play some random alternative rock tracks Sumi had recommended to him, and within the hour, he lost himself in one of the comic chapters he'd already read but goodness was it a great story. Detectives and a talking cat and something about a gateway to Hell.

   Somewhere in the back of his mind not listening to the awful lyrics and ignoring the little actors in his head voicing-over the comic's dialogue, Misaki partially wondered what a manga created by Usagi would look like. Drawn by someone else, of course, but story, script, characters, all of it directed by Akihiko Usami.

   That little part of Misaki's brain shuddered, knowing fully well that if his Usagi was given the opportunity to create his own manga chapters, it would most definitely not be decorated with knowledge and creativity and all his college learnings, but rather expose his lustful side. Usagi would probably jump at the chance to have his fantasies of BL, as he so lovingly referred to it, rendered into a visual form for his sex drive to appreciate even more than his own writings.

   Unbeknownst to Misaki, as his imagination was swept away with his attention, his fingers had absentmindedly found the candy necklace, still wound tightly about his neck, leaving little blues and pinks and greens to vandalize his perfect skin, and pulled the stretchy thing to his mouth, where his lips unconsciously nipped at the hardened sugar. It was sweet and entertaining to his mouth, and he continued to nibble the bits little by little as he moved on to the next comic story, this one about ninjas and a princess of the stars.

   Also far beyond his mind's peripheral was the sound of Akihiko's office door opening and shutting again behind him, and the footsteps making their way down the stairs. Little did he know of the looming figure just behind him, and the intense, heavy gaze of a man denied two nights in a row of carnal pleasures of which he'd become all too addicted. The crooning of the blue-haired singer from generic Japanese band Whatever They're All The Same (at least to Misaki they were) kept a firm wall of distraction in place, all the way until Akihiko's hand punctured it by sliding under the boy's chin from behind.

   Misaki nearly leapt out of his skin, jolting in his spot and eyes finding darker ones above him as Akihiko bent forward, kissing the sugared lips as they'd just finished consuming another candy. The manga fell to the floor as Misaki attempted to push Akihiko away. When they parted, the student's face was aflame.

   "U-Usagi!" he whined, quickly tucking his candy necklace away and sitting up. "I could handle the molestation a little better if you would at least warn me first." He unconsciously scooted forward a few inches, trying to put some distance between them, but Akihiko chose to take a seat between him and Suzuki, one arm immediately lacing about Misaki's stomach and pulling him to his chest and the other reaching over to shut off the corny music playing on the phone. Misaki struggled a bit as Akihiko's nose found his lover's hair, inhaling and smiling appreciatively.

   "Perhaps it wouldn't be quite so bad if you let me have at you more often. You've pushed me away for two nights now, and I have to wonder why."

   "You have an unhealthy appetite," was Misaki's quick response, trying to worm his way out of the iron-like grasp this man had on him. "Once a day is one too many. You need a diet."

   "Mm," came Akihiko's voice, deep in his throat and sending pleasurable little chills down Misaki's spine, who shivered in response. The novelist felt him tremble and smiled triumphantly. "If anyone here seems to have an unhealthy appetite, I think it may be you, dear Misaki." One long, strong finger slipped under the collar of Misaki's shirt and produced the elastic string of candy, stretching it far enough that the boy was able to look at it in shame.

   "It's just a snack," Misaki said quietly, a practiced defense that Akihiko didn't buy. Warm lips found the boy's ear and bit the lobe playfully, making Misaki squirm in his seat. "Usagi," he whimpered, trying to crane his head away from the offending mouth. "I should start dinner..."

   "But you've probably spoiled your appetite, haven't you?" the novelist spoke warmly into his ear, tongue flicking over the skin lightly, fleetingly. "I will say that I'm pretty hungry, though. Let me satisfy my cravings, then I'll let you get back to yours."

   A few following protests died in Misaki's throat when warm hands ventured under the knitted top to fondle the soft swells of his chest. Fingers traced along contours, and Misaki's jeans gradually became quite uncomfortable. When Akihiko managed to pull the shirt from his lover, Misaki barely put up a fight, slipping his arms from the sleeves, then leaning forward once the pair of stronger arms no longer restricted him. His body arched forward in his modesty, an attempt to shield himself from further violations.

   Akihiko chuckled and ran firm fingertips up the length of Misaki's spine, the touch soothing and graciously warm against the chill of the room. Once at the top, the hand kneaded a slim shoulder, pulling shivers from the boy as he fought the blood swarming his cheeks.

   "Usagi, is now really a good time for this? We can wait until tonight."

   "What, so you can sneak your way out of my reach again?" That strong hand slipped around Misaki's front and pulled the slight body back against his own once more. "I don't think so." Akihiko's other hand wound its way around Misaki's hips and shamelessly worked at the more restricting spot of his lover's jeans, fingers pressing, teasing, cupping his groin to further its arousal. Misaki's head fell back against his tutor's shoulder, a moan wrenched from his throat and his eyelids shutting lazily. A hand kneading his manhood and the other tormenting a taut nipple, Misaki was helpless to what his body wanted so badly.

   Akihiko smiled and gently kissed the jawline exposed to him. "I like it when you behave," he spoke quietly against his ear, then left a line of soft kisses down the smooth curve of his neck until his lips found the sweet charms of the necklace wound lightly around it. The novelist smiled again and nipped the bare shoulder below. "Isn't candy for girls?"

   "Shut up!" came Misaki's retort, ready to defend himself from the bullying he was sure to receive. "It's just a little bit. Who says a guy can't have a piece every now and then?"

   "Who indeed?" Fingers pressed more roughly into the boy's groin, eliciting another moan from his lips. "I try to have my own sweets and you have a tendency to deny me that. Why can't it be the other way around this time?" The older man licked a spot on his neck just below the line of elastic. "Or perhaps I should just punish you instead. Which would you prefer?" Another lick. Akihiko chuckled. "The candy rubbed off on your skin. You taste sweet."

   Misaki turned his head away so as to avoid the shame of his helplessness. "Like hell I want you to punish me. Just take the stupid necklace then."

   "Mm, but why would I want the candy when you taste even better?" Akihiko's tongue, warm and wet and wonderful, slid lazily from the bump of vertabrae at the back of Misaki's neck to the protrusion of his collarbone. "Your neck is different colors now. It's kind of cute."

   "Stop making fun of me," Misaki whimpered, trying to ignore the hand pulling open his zipper and undoing the button, then burying itself under the folds. Misaki hardened further in the talented grasp as the novelist's other hand slid the necklace upwards under Misaki's chin so that the venturing tongue could dance better along sugared skin.

   "You were dreading this, weren't you?" Akihiko spoke against his skin, warming it and making Misaki tremble. "You hid this from me so I wouldn't make fun of you. Misaki, do you really think so little of me? That'd I'd make fun of you for one little guilty pleasure?" He sucked on a particular part of his lover's neck that had been stained blue by one little sugary stud.

   "I knew you'd make fun of me, so yeah. I like candy, okay? Don't bring it up anymore."

   "Oh, but I will." The hand suddenly slid out of the boy's jeans and both sets of fingers were then, quite skillfully, playing with the hardened nubs of his chest. Misaki gasped and mewled, his own hands clutching the couch. "You poke fun at me for the toys in my room, the books I write, the things I buy. What's this double standard? Why can't I make fun of you?"

   "Because..." Misaki half-whispered. "B-Because... it's embarrassing."

   "Of all things, the candy is embarrassing?" Akihiko laughed and tugged rather roughly on the nipples he was playing with, causing a weak cry to break free from Misaki's lips. "Not the noises you're making? Surely you're more embarrassed by being so lewd."

   "I'm only lewd 'cause you're making me!" the student cried out, attempting to sit up and out of the older man's grasp, but was held down firmly, his nipples continuously pinched and tugged in a relentless assault. The actions resonated through to Misaki's groin, his body reacting in a way he hated as blood rushed straight to the organ, straining him in the confines of his briefs. "Stop it," he whimpered. "Please..."

   "I'll stop," Akihiko spoke quietly, lightening his touches just a bit. His lips nipped here and there at the sweet spots of his neck. "I will... if you take off your pants."

   "N-No..." Misaki struggled once more against his tutor, but the grasp was too strong and he fell weakly against him.

   "I'll stop making fun of you if you do everything I say, Misaki." His hands slid down the boy's side to rest at the top of his hips, stroking the skin lightly. "Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

   "That could almost be called blackmail, Usagi," Misaki retorted before leaning forward and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. Holding his breath and fighting back the continuous rush of blood to his face, he slid the pants off, screwing his eyes shut and maneuvering his way out of the denim until they fell the floor. He could feel the intense gaze on his back, the heated stare that had left him quivering and wanting on several occasions before. There was no way he was going to look at his lover then. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction, not when he was making him be so lewd with the threat of embarrassment looming overhead.

   "Now your underwear."

   "Usagi..."

   "I wonder if there's a stash of that stuff in your room somewhere?" Akihiko mused, fingers tracing the contours of the student's shoulder blades. "Should I buy you gifts of candy, Misaki? You want a lollipop when you get home from school from now on? Would that make you happy?"

   Misaki bit his tongue to keep from yelling at him as he partially stood and slid the grey fitted briefs from his legs to join the jeans on the floor. Misaki was left only in the candy necklace.

   "Good boy," Akihiko whispered, kissing the back of his neck and running his hands along the exposed thighs. "Now turn around."

   "Usagi, no..." Misaki whimpered. "Please, don't..."

   "Misaki, I'm not trying to embarrass you." The novelist rubbed his arms warmly. "I just want to see you."

   "That's embarrassing, though..."

   "Not from where I'm sitting." He kissed his shoulder. "Turn around. I've only stared at your back since I came out here."

   Misaki grimaced and slowly turned in his spot, legs angled to hide his modesty and arms pulling himself further from his lover, trying to get out of his reach. Akihiko smiled warmly.

   "You're so cute, Misaki. Especially with that necklace."

   "You said you wouldn't make fun of me!" Misaki half-yelled, fingers grasping the candied string defensively. Akihiko chuckled and leaned over him, lips immediately finding an abused nipple and sucking on it, worrying the nub and causing Misaki's apprehension to melt into squirms and whimpers. "I'll do whatever you want, Usagi," the boy said softly, fingers tangling in the pale hair dancing over his sternum. "Just don't make fun of me about it... Please?"

   "Why is it so important?" Akihiko breathed across the sore nub, nuzzling it with the tip of his nose. "It's not that big of a deal. I have no intention of bullying you, but it's so easy to bully someone who gets so defensive over such an easy target. Were you bullied as a kid or something?"

   "No..." Misaki's eyes found the ceiling, fingertips massaging his lover's scalp lightly. "I mean, yeah, a little, but everyone is. No one goes through their whole childhood without getting called at least a few names, but that's how childhood works."

   "So what is it, then?"

   "...Takahiro called me out on it. Called it 'girly'. He wasn't trying to be mean, he never is. But it felt awful. I didn't want to be girly. I want to be like my brother. I want to be as mature as him."

   The foreplay was momentarily abandoned, Akihiko lifting his head to gaze up into Misaki's bashful eyes.

   "Candy is for children," Misaki muttered, averting his gaze to look anywhere but at his lover. "But I like it. I can't help it."

   A snort of a laugh caught his attention, his eyes glimpsing back down at Akihiko as the older man rested his forehead against his chest, almost as if in rest. "Ah, Misaki... What is it that you do to me? How can you be so endearing even when you're trying to be serious?"

   Misaki's face was hot again, this time somewhat in anger. "Now you're just being an asshole. I'd rather you just fuck me and not say anything if you're going to be that way."

   "Mind your tongue," Akihiko replied, leaning up and kissing the apex of his collarbone. "No need for such hostility. I understand what you were saying, and I'll comply. You don't want me to make fun of you for the candy, so I won't. You're an adult, so I'll treat you like one." Next he kissed his chin. "But I'm still going to hold you to our deal. You do what I want, I'll do what you want."

   "You're so mean," came his weak reply, the last bit partially obscured by the lips closing around his. Misaki moaned as the tongue that had teased him so easily before now pushed between his unresisting lips to taste him as deeply as he could. Akihiko held the side of Misaki's face to steady him, mentally grinning when a timid tongue met his own, hesitant but willing.

   When the novelist pulled away from the kiss, leaving Misaki breathless, Akihiko smiled and stroked the boy's brown hair affectionately. "You taste sweeter than normal. I can taste the candy on your lips."

   Again Misaki blushed, turning his head away and secretly desiring for the couch to swallow him whole. "Well, it's better than the cigarettes I taste..."

   Akihiko grinned again and sat up over his lover, pushing apart his legs and settling himself between them. Misaki knew where this was going and tried to brace himself, gripping the couch and biting his lip. The novelist saw this and 'tsked' him, reaching down and lightly grasping the boy's hardened length. Misaki drew in a sharp breath and shut his eyes tight. Somewhere within the time he wasn't looking, he heard the snap of a bottle lid and the 'thud' as said bottle hit the floor. The student didn't even have to guess what it was or where Akihiko had hidden it; wet fingertips brushed against his backside. Akihiko didn't always use lubricant, but when he did, it was with the intention of a deep and thorough fucking. Its use made the sex feel better, but Misaki had once wondered if he hid this secret bottle his lover kept conveniently hidden somewhere by the couch (and obviously at arm's length), would that deter him from trying to have his way with him like this?

   The answer was a resounding "No". Usagi would instead drag him to a location that had a bottle, or just take him dry, or make Misaki do something to Usagi's...

   Misaki jolted up from his thoughts when two fingers pushed into him quite roughly, though he should've expected it. Gritting his teeth, the boy eased back against the cushions of the couch, steadying his breath as Akihiko did whatever he wanted, fingers pressing, pushing, stretching him, pulling him away from his own self-awareness and into a state of bliss and pleasure. Misaki almost didn't notice his mentor positioning himself between his legs, but did feel it as one thrust sheathed him fully. The student cried out, arching against the couch as the piston movements began, and he swayed against his lover's whims.

   From where Akihiko knelt, the image before him was euphoric and perfection. Misaki had been nothing short of heavenly to him, from the way he looked to the endearments that were his personality to the way his body felt wrapped tightly about his own manhood. The expressions of pleasure tinged with shyness that played across Misaki's face was what fascinated him the most in that moment, and his slim chest heaving with staggered breaths. Akihiko could almost hear Misaki's thoughts, the boy likely telling himself It's too much, I can't handle it, it feels so good, what do I do?

   And then there was the lightest little tapping of candy pieces against each other atop Misaki's throat, working in rhythm with the sways of the slight body. The novelist grinned and leaned down over his lover, lips finding the neck and closing around one sweet spot, sucking and licking the sensitive skin as his thrusts were kept slow and shallow. Misaki moaned in response, tilting his head back, unable to deny to Usagi or himself that it felt damn good.

   The sugar was gradually sucked from the various spots on Misaki's neck in a way the boy more than appreciated, and when Akihiko was satisfied, he leaned back and slid one hand underneath the elastic string.

   "Head up, Misaki."

   Obeying without a thought to it, Misaki leaned his head forward off the couch until Akihiko could successfully remove the necklace, after which Misaki dropped his head again and lazily eyed the string as it was dangled in front of him.

   "What... are you doing?"

   The man used his other hand to grip one of Misaki's legs tightly as his thrusts were sped up just a bit, and suddenly the boy's attention was no longer on his usurped candy. Eyes screwed shut, Misaki gripped the couch anew, crying out weakly with each thrust as he was pushed into more deeply, more harshly, causing his hips to move of their own accord against Akihiko's grinding pelvis.

   "Have I ever told you how sweet you are, Misaki?" Akihiko asked quietly, warmly, lighting Misaki on fire in a place that hadn't been lit yet. Whimpering, the boy tried his hardest to make eye contact with his mentor.

   "W-What?"

   "How much sweeter can you get, I wonder?" And with no more warning than that, the string of candy was draped around the student's taut length, twisted once, then loosely wrapped around a second time. With it's elasticity, it lay limp at the base of his manhood just barely hugging the girth. The candy pieces rubbed the skin just so, bouncing a bit with the movements of their bodies. Misaki whimpered again, eyeing the candy and mentally grimacing at his childhood's vandalism. He wanted to say something, to make Akihiko stop his perverted fascination and strange need to elicit some kind of sensual reaction in him, but Misaki was too far-gone in his pleasure to do much more than close his eyes and allow whatever Usagi wanted. He could feel the sugar pieces rubbing against him, and was faintly entranced by the idea of Akihiko sucking the sweetness from the skin there like he had his neck. The thought almost finished him, and Misaki had to concentrate to keep himself from getting too far ahead of his lover. It had always embarrassed him when he came first, because he knew Akihiko's full attention would be on watching his young lover in his euphoria, crying out in the pain of his pleasure and spilling himself on the bedsheets or his stomach. When Akihiko could come at the same time, his attention was obviously divided, reducing Misaki's insecurity just a bit.

   The thrusts sped up again, the strong length inside him hitting that sweetest spot that took the breath right out of the boy. One of Akihiko's larger hands had wrapped around his lover's erection, fingers sliding from between the string of candy and rubbing him in a new way. The candy studs were even used to press into the straining flesh in a massaging manner. The student's mouth dropped open, feeling his insides begin to clench down, the sensation of the length inside him and the hand working at him becoming far too overwhelming.

   "No, Misaki," came Akihiko's voice, so sudden and unexpected it was like a jolt of electricity straight into the boy's head. His eyes shot open, finding the darker ones staring him down and a grin on that handsome face. "Do what I say. Don't come yet."

   "Usagi..." Misaki mewled, legs trembling and breath hitching with pent-up sobs, too ready for release but too afraid to give in, just like always. "Usagi, please... It's too much... It's too much... I'm gonna fall apart..."

   "No, no, Misaki." And then the hand around his flesh tightened into a gentle grip at the base, just barely strong enough to fend off the inevitable orgasm. "Not yet. You're not ready yet."

   Misaki grunted in the effort to hold his ending back with the help of the skilled fingers pinching him shut.

   "Good boy," Akihiko whispered between thrusts as he continued pushing into the student, harder, harder, faster, holding fast to the candy-decorated length until he gave his own groan of pleasure, body seized by his own paralyzing bliss as his seed was spilled deep into the unresisting body beneath him. He throbbed and shook for just a moment before sanity regained him and he beheld his lover again, who trembled from the effort of holding himself together. Misaki's cheeks were tinted pink, his breath shallow, and his skin glowing from the sheen of sweat. Underneath his own hand was the rigid manhood, encircled with elastic and sweetness.

   Akihiko barely gave any thought to basking in the afterglow of his orgasm as he pulled himself from the receptive body, then leaned forward over the boy's pelvis, eyes never leaving the needy gaze directed at him. Giving his lover one last sly smile, the tortured length was engulfed in the heat of Akihiko's mouth. Misaki tensed up drastically, a cry breaking free from his throat as that skilled tongue, that amazing mouth teased, pulled, sucked at the manhood, alternately placing soft kisses down the sides and stopping at the base to lick away the sugared spots from the necklace. The sweetness of the candy and of Misaki's own skin made it far too enjoyable for Akihiko, and he couldn't fight the urge to swallow him whole.

   Just as the length was once again encased in the warmth of the novelist's mouth, Misaki's eyes screwed shut and his fingers tangled in his lover's soft hair as he was no longer able to stave off the orgasm he'd been ordered to hold back. Crying out Usagi's name desperately, pathetically, Misaki came, the climax pulled from his body by Akihiko's mouth. His abdominal muscles tensed deeply, his legs locking in place and his breath held as he was emptied into the waiting mouth of his mentor.

   In his breathless state, slowly coming down from his high and his pelvic muscles throbbing incessantly, Misaki heard the sound of swallowing, and blushed deeply at the thought of Usagi with the boy's seed in his mouth, enjoying it and consuming it. And then his thoughts returned to the necklace encircling his manhood, and blushed anew. He'd never be able to eat candy necklaces again. Hell, he'd have a serious problem eating any candy anymore (if anything, it would only give him an erection every time he would try to eat it). If that had been Akihiko's way of breaking Misaki's childish habit, then damn did he do a good job.

   As he sat up, his back and neck popping and readjusting from the force of the sex, he became eye-level with Akihiko, who stared back at him with lazy intent, a mischievous smile on his face and deep satisfaction in his eyes. A reaction was warranted, but Misaki could not think of a proper one, as he was still quite naked with a candied string around his softened length and the embarrassing details of the lovemaking still resonating clearly through his head. So Misaki hid his reddened face, grabbed a throw pillow behind him, and hurled it at Akihiko's head. It did nothing to startle the man, who only chuckled in response and handed the student his shirt.

   "Your secret is safe with me, Misaki."

   "What secret?" Misaki grumbled, pulling the garment over his head. "After that, I don't think I can eat that stuff ever again. That was just too embarrassing, Usagi. You're such a pervert."

   Akihiko smiled and patted the boy's hair, straightening it out from the static charge of the knitted top. "Don't ruin my needs and I won't ruin yours. You let me have the sex I want, I'll let you keep all your fun little things." Akihiko stood then, pulling the candy necklace from Misaki's body on his way up and eliciting a shudder from the boy at the sensation. Misaki watched his lover cross the room to toss the necklace in the kitchen garbage, knowing fully well that the student would have no desire to eat it after their romp.

   What Misaki had said hadn't been a total lie; Akihiko had, in a way, ruined candy for him in a way that would make it very hard to eat in the future, but Misaki still had a small desire for it, remembering the stash in his bookbag and wondering faintly what he would ultimately do with it.

   He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a stainless steel tea kettle touching down with a stove top, spotting his Usagi in the kitchen, preparing tea as if nothing had happened, as if that incredible sexual adventure hadn't just ruined Misaki's guilty pleasure and appetite for dinner. There was no way he could eat then, no way he could sit across the table from his lover, knowing that the man was probably thinking of nothing else except for what that couch (and Suzuki) had seen.

   Biting his lip and fighting the blood rushing to his cheeks, Misaki quickly finished dressing himself, grabbed his phone, and rushed to the stairs.

   "Get something delivered. I'll cook tomorrow," was all the student could spit out before making a beeline for his room, earning a peculiar glance from Akihiko on his way up. Misaki shut himself behind the safety of a locked door, breathing for a moment, then plopped himself down onto his mattress, letting the close proximity of the air conditioner cool him down. He wasn't mad at Akihiko, just frustrated. And embarrassed. Usagi revealing his lover's guilty pleasure had gone almost exactly how he'd expected, and that was the most embarrassing part. Candy was ruined for him now. What Usagi knew, what he'd done...

   His hand dove into his bookbag sitting by his bed and produced the packet with the remaining two necklaces in it, in perfect condition and appealing to a hungry Misaki. He imagined those perfect pearly pieces, blues and greens and pinks, wrapped around his body again, wrapped around him there, tightening, pressing into him... And then Usagi descending to use to his tongue to...

   Misaki groaned and turned his face into the sheets, somewhat appalled with how easily he gave in, how easily he could be seduced by an inanimate object. It was just candy. Just sweet, delicious little pleasures...

   His head turned, peaking nervously at the treat in his hand and feeling his groin becoming very uncomfortable being pressed into the bed so. The image wouldn't leave his head, of the candy being pulled from his neck and draped around another part of him, of Usagi's hand working the sugar studs into his skin, of his tongue licking the residue away...

   Another groan escaped his lips before he could stop it, and almost automatically, Misaki turned onto his back and pulled a string from the bag, holding it in front of his face for a moment before shutting his eyes and unbuttoning his jeans. He wasn't mad at Akihiko... He couldn't find it in him. But he'd be damned if he let that obnoxious jerk know what he'd done to him.

   Because it appeared that in lieu of a prior guilty pleasure, Misaki now had a new one.

Ze end.
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