Valentine Sushi | By : ibshafer Category: +G to L > Haru wo Daiteita Views: 1999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Valentine Sushi
Manga: Haru wo Daite Ita (Embracing Love)
Author: ibshafer
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Iwaki/Katou
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to
let me spin them around the page now and then.
Summary: Katou has forgotten Valentine’s Day *again* and Iwaki has punishment
planned...
Warnings: sexual situations, not too, too explicit, but to be safe; it’s pretty...kinky...
A/N: Written for the spring_kink Valentine’s Day Kink Meme for the prompt,
“Iwaki/Katou, chopstick play”
“When I asked if you would make dinner tonight, I had no idea you’d plan something
so…” Katou fought to stifle a shiver, then thought better of it; it felt too good to fight.
“…kinky.” He gasped as Iwaki found a particularly sensitive spot (two, in fact), caught
his breath, continued. “What’s gotten into you today, Iwaki-san?”
His lover, dark-haired, angular, currently, annoyingly, still fully clothed, (he wanted to
see that smooth, hard body!), never looked away from his task. “Eventually, you, I
assume, but until then…” Another dip, dual tips lifting a large morsel – such control!
Katou arched into the sensation, groaning in frustration when Iwaki responded by
lessening, rather than increasing the friction.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he managed to croak out. “I’m sure I deserve it,
but still…” Gasp, whimper. “How much do I have to pay?”
For a moment, Katou thought he would die. Just up and die. Half an hour of blissful
torture and just when he was thinking that losing consciousness might be the best option
to deal with the onslaught, his lover surprised him by engulfing him entirely in that hot
mouth of his. He could still feel the tight pinpoints of pressure holding him in position
there – pointed towards the ceiling, rather than at his own chin - but the warmth and the
suction far outweighed the torment.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh,” he breathed out, trying desperately not to thrust – Iwaki-san hated it
when he prompted him, preferring to take his time and do what he wanted. As an actor,
one would think he’d be better at taking direction…
Iwaki pulled back, drew him completely out of that wet warmth - again Katou shivered -
and ran the tip of a hot tongue up and down his length, simultaneously running the
smooth enameled wooden implements, last year’s Valentine’s gift from Iwaki to Katou,
Katou noted with irony, down and up, meeting in the middle, heat and friction
concentrated front to back, together, then continued on their merry, kinky way, spreading
heat and bliss in opposite directions…
“OK, I get it!” Katou squeaked, his toes curling, pinned beneath his body – which was
pinned beneath Iwaki’s body. “I forgot it was Valentine’s Day! Again! I-I’m sorry! I
know it was my turn this year, to cook for you, but if you’ll just let me up, let me…” a
groan, an exquisite groan. “I can make it up to you! I promise! If I run out now, I’m sure
the stores are still open!” He was panting now – and fairly certain he was just going to
split open. “I—I’m sorry, Iwaki-san!! I’m sorry!!”
All at once, Iwaki released him; released his hold of the hot, aching, tortured portion of
him, anyway.
“It’s all right, Katou.” Iwaki’s smooth voice was all control and absolution. “You don’t
need to apologize for anything.” He bent to plant an open mouthed kiss at the very tip of
Katou’s torment while at the same time, the smooth wood traveled downward in tandem,
past another part of him, also twin, also aching, …and beyond.
Katou couldn’t be sure if he was just too buzzed on sensation to tell anymore, but he
could no longer feel the points as a pair…
“You can make it up to me.” Again, the smooth voice, wet heat against his heat. And
there, there, was that…? “You can make it up to me right now, Katou.”
There could be no mistaking what he was feeling now; the points, twinned again,
separating, stretching, pushing farther in…
Katou threw his head back, fighting not to give in, failing. He considered begging, then
thought better of it.
He had to admit it. He had no other gift to counter with.
“And I don’t mind cooking, you know,” the voice continued. “I know,” a movement –
deeper - to accompany the words. “how much you like sushi…”
end (beginning...?)
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