Rating: T - Groping.

Disclaimer: Shungiku Nakamura-sensei owns Junjou Romantica and all its characters; I do not.


Bored, navy eyes stare down at the small print of a newspaper article. In spite of his reluctance to have his young lover cook, seeing how he usually burnt down the kitchen, Miyagi knew that there was not much he could say to convince the determined youth to stop from attempting to make a decent meal.

His eyes idly flew across the tabloid, uncaring of the current events happening in the world.

All he cared about, at that point, was that his honey-brown-haired tenant did not harm himself or the kitchen, or him for that matter during his struggle to achieve his endeavor.

Abruptly, an epiphany whose grandeur and importance was one of a great extent, struck the older male.

Lips furling upward into the most deviant of smirks, he carefully looked behind his shoulder towards the honey-haired adolescent. Whence he did so, Shinobu looked up — having been watching him through the corner of his eye for a while — naïve orbs were tantalized into the Medusa-like gaze of deviant, onyx eyes.

Miyagi, immediately thereafter, stood up as he set down his periodical and slowly head towards the younger boy. The latter male noting how his features expressed that of slight, sardonic eagerness sent a shiver down his spine.

Gulping down a bundle of nerves, he forced his mind back into the meal he was preparing, determined not to let the older man have his way (as he knew he would want him to).

"Ne, Shinobu, are you almost done?" The elder lover inquired, dullness set in his tone.

Said teenager frowned.

"Look, I said I was —" He had begun to reprimand to Miyagi.

— That is, before finding his voice failing on him, as soon as he felt cool digits attack his pale, now-liberated skin.

"O-oi! W-what do you think you're —?"

"Hm, well, here is what I thought…" Miyagi commenced to explain.

Shinobu, in the stead of paying attention (as Miyagi had already predicted), had allowed his head to tilt back, residing itself on the other male's shoulder. Soft, yet loudly audible mewls were the only sounds he emitted, as Miyagi continued his manual assault, unbuttoning the youth's shirt as he did so.

Tender fingers delicately toyed with pert nipples, his mouth latching onto his creamy-white neck and collar, an experienced tongue leaving various red marks and canines left bites. The honey-haired boy, all the while, lost himself in his current ecstasy, before sucking in a breath as another tender hand trailed down his navel. Slipping into his tight-fit jeans, tantalizingly close to the pulsating area his body pleaded to be caressed in, ever so slowly wrapping around —

"Hey, should you really be letting our food burn like that?" Miyagi blankly pointed out.

Pale-teal irises dilated at his words, brought back to reality from his self-indulged torpor.

"…M-my…!" He croaked, a heavy disappointment set on his features.

The English Professor wickedly grinned as he released his hold on Shinobu, walking back towards the settee once more.

"— scolding you elders is a bad omen." He chimed, finishing his thought from earlier.

Wearing a contradicting blank look, no less.

Shinobu stiffened, out of embarrassment and discomfiture, glaring at the elder male as he shut off the stove. If he did not know any better, he realized he was the one whom constantly flustered the most at the other's actions, much to his reluctance.

…Conversely, Miyagi was always one who enjoyed teasing his precious brother-in-law.