Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica or anything associated with it. Neither do I own Haribo.
Warnings: Yaoi! Slash! Boy/Boy! Shonen-ai! BL! If you don't like it, please don't read! All who do like, read on (:
Pairing: Misaki/Usami
Akihiko eyed his lover as he sat cross legged on the sofa, clutching a bright orange packet and eating thoughtfully. He stopped next to the sofa and read what Misaki was consuming so animatedly. The word 'Haribo' flung itself out at him in white block letters. 'Ah.' Usami thought. He remembered the popular sweets from his stay in England a while ago. Misaki's brother, Takahiro, must have sent them him from where he was currently holidaying. Emerald orbs turned in his direction.
"Usagi-san! Come here and try these that Nii-chan sent me, they're quite nice." Even though Akihiko had seen them everywhere, in all varieties, he had never actually had a chance to taste one of the curious confectioneries. He dropped down next to the younger man and took the green and clear sweet off him, shaped like a children's dummy. It was covered in small white crystals, he noticed, before Misaki startled him out of his thoughts.
"It won't bite you, honest." Usagi shrugged and placed it in his mouth. At Misaki's suspicious grin though, he wish he hadn't. It might as well have bitten him. As the offending item hit his tongue, a sour taste travelled all the way to the back of his throat and saliva flooded his mouth. This forced him to chew quickly and he felt his face knot into a grimace. After swallowing, he noticed the taste of the actual sweet was okay, the white sherbet is what did it for him. Misaki was sniggering slightly at his lover's expression.
"How can you eat those things?" Misaki grinned, twirled another shaped like a cherry in his fingers and replied.
"Easy. I suck the sherbet off first and then you can actually taste them." As if to confirm this, he popped it into his mouth. Usami was then struck with an excellent idea, in means of revenge. The novelist waited a second and then grabbed Misaki's chin. He tilted his head up and kissed him roughly on the lips.
"Usag-..nn." The older male forced Misaki's mouth open and slipped his tongue in, exploring the hot cavern. Usagi then curled his tongue around the smooth sweet and took it into his own mouth, pulling back.
The novelist abandoned his lover on the couch (mouth and eyes wide open), chewing thoughtfully. As he paced up the stairs he couldn't help but think: 'Misaki was right, they do taste better when someone has sucked the sherbet off first.'
The prompt was when I was eating some Haribo Tangfastics. I had to actually eat another one to describe the sourness. Does anyone get your mouth being flooded or your face knotting up when you only think of eating one? Please review! Next chapter 'sunscreen' !