Huswifery

Disclaimer: I do not own anything whatsoever. Sadly. Please give credit where it\'s due.

Warnings: Random events, pr0n, not beta-ed

Written for Aira because she requested it. Please enjoy!


Huswifery

“I’ll prepare dinner,” Nanami murmured softly the moment they entered the apartment, his jacket immediately exchanged for the apron and hair-binding scarf before Shinichirou could blink. He watched as the petite man wandered off towards the kitchen, swaying his hips slightly to an inaudible beat, and Shinichirou sighed, removing his coat and loosening the tie around his neck. Fingers carded through dark hair, mussing its professional neatness into a much more chaotic state that he liked, his mouth twisted into a frown.

“I’m going to shower,” he called over the familiar hiss of a pan as something was poured into it, and unable to hear a reply, Shinichirou quickly routed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and undressing. Clothes fell to the floor in a rumpled pile, revealing a lean, naked body Shinichirou could not help staring at in the mirror.

He’d sometimes wondered…

A hand slid over his chest, brushing over a flattened nipple before making its way south, pressing against the muscles in his abdomen as he thought. Touching himself like this and watching the way he did so always reminded him of Nanami, the smiling eyes staring up at him, the twitching hips as he pleasured him when they were making love, and Shinichirou immediately had trouble breathing. A gasp caught in his throat as he suddenly realized how aroused he was at the mere thought of the other man, and he cursed silently, quickly turning the water on and jumping into the shower. He didn’t notice that ice befell his skin or that he was instantly shivering.

Nanami brought out the best kind of worst in him, and Shinichirou could never seem to understand why.

Throughout the entirety of their relationship, Nanami had done everything. He cooked, cleaned, shopped, and even initiated the romantic encounters between them. Though Shinichirou loved playing along with whatever his little lover had in mind, there was just something out of place with the role Nanami committed to performing with delicate perfection. He never complained, never asked for an ounce of help, and it bothered Shinichirou like a festering wound.

Sighing, Shinichirou eventually came to the realization that he was now paralyzed with cold, and he ended the stream of water with a quick flick of his wrist, breathing heavily as he stood there, dripping from head to toe.

Nanami…

A towel wrapped around his narrow waist and clothes kicked to the side against the wall a moment later, Shinichirou moved into the open area of the living room and kitchen, eyes instantly drawn to the moving body of his lover. Nanami’s figure lay hidden beneath a baggy pair of pants and a loose shirt, the other claiming once, in the drowsy afterglow of passion, that he wanted no one to look upon him but Shinichirou, and the teacher felt the renewed stirrings of desire inkle into his system, strong and unchecked. He moved without coherent thought and found himself standing inches behind Nanami, arms reaching out to wrap around a skinny torso. Nanami ‘eeped’ but relaxed into the embrace, hands continuing the fluid motions of chopping and cutting without hesitance.

“Smells good,” Shinichirou complimented, nuzzling at the skin of Nanami’s neck hidden by silken strands of chestnut hair.

“I-I’ve barely started,” was the stuttered reply, causing a selfish smirk to form on Shinichirou’s hungry mouth.

“I was talking about you.” Leaning in, Shinichirou nipped at Nanami’s ear, earning a heartfelt moan that sliced through him like a hot knife, pooling between his thighs with the other emotions coursing through him in a thick river of want. “Nanami…” His breath fanned across the sensitive flesh, his tongue following a path that led him to an earlobe. Shinichirou feasted upon the helpless ear, aware of the shifting body against his, aware of the breathy gasps radiating into his soul, and he unconsciously tightened his hold, wanting to touch, to taste, to…love.

“S-Shinic-chirou…” Nanami squirmed, groaning softly, his previous task of cooking utterly forgotten as he reached up and pulled the other closer to him, twisting his head in eager anticipation of a real kiss. Shinichirou was too happy to comply, his teeth biting at Nanami’s lower lip before plunging inside, tasting the familiar flavor of sweet, sweet Nanami in a single swipe of his tongue, and questing fingers slowly worked at the apron shielding his lover from his explorative search, bunching the material up until he was able to slip fingers beneath Nanami’s sweater. Smooth flesh met callused digits, muscles reflexively twitching at the gentle touches as they swept north, and Nanami’s harsh cry of surprise quickly melted into a mewl of desperation the moment he petted the nipple he’d just pinched.

“My Nana,” Shinichirou whispered, leaning his head against Nanami’s and rocking his hips against the rounded curve of the other’s butt. His arousal was evident, strongly so as it rubbed repeatedly against him, invoking dirty images in an otherwise innocent mind, and Nanami answered with a backwards thrust of his own, drawing a sharp grunt from Shinichirou. “You little…”

Caught up in the game and anxious to feel his lover beneath him, screaming his name as he came, Shinichirou roughly spun Nanami around, ravishing hands undressing him with rapid haste, ignorant of the fact that they were still in the kitchen, that food was beginning to burn in a pan Nanami had left on the stove. Distantly, Nanami knew what he’d left unattended, but the sudden extremeness of Shinichirou’s desire for him gave leeway into forgetting it without a second thought. Instead, he moaned, trying to help Shinichirou strip him as the towel around the teacher’s waist was loosening due to lack of space for the erection pressing against it.

“Shini-” Nanami whimpered as Shinichirou’s tongue licked at his throat and collarbone, a wet path traveling lower to the previously abused nipple before veering directly to his navel, Shinichirou kneeling and reveling in Nanami’s naked, vulnerable state. He teased at the indention, loving how cute it appeared on Nanami’s flattened abdomen, and Shinichirou purposely avoided what his lover hoped he was going to stroke, deliberately skimming his lips over the velvety texture of Nanami’s inner thighs. Fingers clutched at strong shoulders, blunt fingernails gouging into flesh as Shinichirou’s breath continued to ghost over him, taunting and never fulfilling. “ Shi…p-please…”

Nanami had always been overly vocal with such things as this.

“I want-” Unexpectedly, Shinichirou pulled back, completely abandoning Nanami as he stood and began rummaging in the nearby cabinets, tossing random items onto the floor while his lover remained on wobbly legs, caught between the idea of waiting for Shinichirou to return or just finishing without him. Yet, he had never been so selfish as to forget the other man, even when he teased him like this, and he waited impatiently, his skin burning with fire at each memorable touch, kiss, and word Shinichirou had given him. Almost a minute passed before Nanami felt the other against him, lips pressing a delighted, sloppy kiss on the corner of his mouth, and blue eyes regarded the other with curiosity as the prize was held for him to see, Shinichirou brandishing it with pride. Nanami’s lips formed a small ‘o’ of amazement, awe dominating his senses, and then, he grimaced in horror, his pleasure-clouded mind unable to comprehend why his lover was holding a bottle of cooking oil.

“I-”

“Come here,” Shinichirou breathed, tugging Nanami down onto the cold tile of their kitchen floor, quickly but carefully arranging Nanami’s discarded clothes to form a makeshift bed for his petite lover to rest upon. Legs spread, Nanami looked up at Shinichirou, teeth biting at the soft flesh of his mouth as Shinichirou unscrewed the lid and poured a generous amount of the liquid into the palm of his hand.

“Shinichirou,” Nanami began, unsure of what was going to happen until the other bent forward, his lips hungrily attacking his own, licking and nibbling until Nanami once again became a writhing mass of sexual energy, keening in the back of his throat, crying to feel Shinichirou on him, in him. “Shi…” Nanami bucked up, nearly deafening Shinichirou with his scream of ecstasy as slick fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing and stroking and rubbing with finesse, with an almost frantic speed. Shinichirou skimmed his thumb over the head, pressing down until he felt Nanami’s muscles clenching tightly, his climax impending to send him into a shattering abyss of white. He took the opportunity to kiss his lover quiet, oil-drenched fingers slipping down to brush against the entrance to his body, and instead of shying away like he normally did at such a direct approach to appeasing both their needs, Nanami thrust against him, whimpering into his mouth.

A lubricated finger wiggled inside, carefully stretching, testing, and at Nanami’s insistent urging, Shinichirou penetrated him to the second knuckle, moving slowing in and out, wanting to prepare him as best he could. Yet, Nanami couldn’t take the gentle preparation, and he clenched his teeth, his lips lifting in earnest. Shinichirou paused, blinking down at his lover with a worried expression on his face.

“W-want you, Shi,” was the whispered phrase, and Shinichirou gave up coherently thinking, his brain kicking into automatic drive as he hurriedly slid a second finger into Nanami’s wanting body, stretching him just enough to get the job done. Grasping Nanami’s slender legs by the knees, he eased his legs over his shoulders, one hand holding his lover steady as his other guided his aching cock to the place it had been so eager to great with its fervent kiss. Nanami moaned, breathing loudly through his mouth at the delicious burning sensation running up his spine, and his thighs trembled when Shinichirou sheathed himself to the hilt, his own back arched to withstand the numbing satisfaction of being one with Nanami. He wanted to move, needed desperately to do something, but he had to give his lover time to adjust, time to… “SHI!”

Nanami propelled his hips up, jerking Shinichirou backwards, and they slid into each other, Shinichirou filling Nanami to the core, slamming unintentionally into a sweet spot that had Nanami seeing stars. He wailed Shinichirou’s name, brown hair matted to his forehead with sweat, and they watched each other through blurred vision, breath coming in harsh gasps, bodies straining to receive and give, receive and give. Shinichirou’s hand instinctively wrapped around Nanami’s arousal, fondling and yanking to bring about his lover’s end, and Nanami continued to grind into his Shinichirou’s rapidly increasing thrusts, the timing sporadic, uncalculated. They could feel it building much too quickly to control, too hastily for their liking, and suddenly, Nanami froze, his entire body growing rigid as he climaxed into Shinichirou’s hand, strands of white clinging to his fingers and Nanami’s belly. Muscles pulled at Shinichirou’s cock, provoking him, and he surrendered to it, shuddering repeatedly as he emptied himself into Nanami’s relaxing body, too tired to argue that he’d come too soon for his liking. They collapsed into a heap of sweaty, tangled flesh, and Nanami made a crooning noise in the back of his throat, urging Shinichirou to listen.

“W-what brought that on?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from shouting. Shinichirou grunted, his reply muffled. “What?”

“You make a cute wife,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on Nanami’s forehead, brushing at the damp hair clinging to equally sweaty skin; even the ‘mind-of-its-own’ strand of hair seemed to be somewhat tame at the moment.

“W-wife?” Nanami blinked, unsure of his lover’s rather random statement, and then…

“Is something burning?”

Nanami squealed and tried pushing Shinichirou off of him, afraid to know how much of dinner had been ruined and if anything had caught fire. He could just imagine explaining to the fire fighters and insurance people exactly why the entire place had went up in flames. Nanami blushed and turned the stove off, staring at burnt pieces of their now unrecognizable food. He turned, blue eyes filling with tears at the thought of Shinichirou’s meal having been ruined because of his carelessness, but the sight of his lover stretched out on the kitchen floor, completely naked and rather relaxed with his arms supporting his head and his legs spread slightly, the evidence of what they had been doing splattering random patches of skin, gave him rather interesting ideas. Nanami blushed, and Shinichirou grinned.

“We can order out,” the teacher offered, tilting his head to the side, curiously gazing at his lover. Nanami stared between him and the still smoking pan he held and carefully placed the cooking dish back on the stove.

“Okay! Now, how about round two?” And Nanami pounced on the unsuspecting Shinichirou, laughing as he did so.

-End-