Forbidden Love
© 2015
Hijikata Toushiro's tragic, star-crossed, but very passionate romance.
There was jazz music playing in the background.
Hijikata gasped and moaned, his mouth full. So thick... so creamy... so delicious..! It was salty and sour at the same time, enough to make any man buckle on the knees.
He squirted and squirted some more, the squelching sounds making him blush and heat up. Hijikata rolled it on his tongue, enjoying its consistency. It was slimy and lukewarm, mixing with his own saliva. A shiver ran up and down his spine, immense pleasure intoxicating his mind into a euphoric, entranced state. The thrilling sensation was too much; he couldn't take it anymore. He shoved the whole shaft into his mouth, whimpering, as he sucked it dry. He felt himself at his peak, suffocating, but he didn't stop moving his hands nor his mouth, suckling thirstily.
The vice commander could feel its end, a wave of loneliness washing over him as the final squirt of thick, white fluid clogged his throat. He shuddered and laid back, the red-tipped shaft popping out of his mouth. As Hijikata fought to reclaim his breath, a trail of the fluid oozed down his chin and dribbled onto his uniform.
Wasting is unforgivable. Especially something that delectable. Pinching at the spot on his uniform that had the delicious white stain, he licked at it diligently until he could only taste the fabric.
Oh, mayonnaise...
"A~ah, Hijikata you pig, making out with a mayonnaise bottle," said Okita Sougo, half his profile peaking from behind the sliding door of the Vice Commander's office, phone in hand, clicking madly.
Hijikata could only stare as Okita shut his phone and shook his head. "Shinsengumi is done for. The world is done for."
The door slid shut as Okita's reproachful tongue-clucking muted behind it. Hijikata's face was horror itself.
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
A/N: This fic was inspired by the shape of the Japanese mayonnaise bottle. I'm only at Episode 57 but I'm already compelled to do something this heinous. Reviews, anyone?