"Moments in Time":
"Chocolate"
Setting: KHR, AU: modern times
Pairing: G02, 02G
Rating: M
Summary: Only G would turn chocolate syrup against him.
Word Count: 708 words
Genre: Romance
Point of View: Third-person
Warnings: Homosexual relationships, swearing, smut, and possible OOC. Italics are flashbacks, thoughts, or stressed words.
Further Notes: Pretty much pure smut here. Just a warning.
Giotto holds the chocolate syrup bottle in his hand, reading the book before him as we waits for G. to return home from work. Rather than eating dinner (for which surely he'll be scolded), he squirts a mouthful of chocolate syrup into his open mouth. He leans back on the headboard, reveling in the sweet taste before swallowing it. He hears the front door to the apartment open and close shut. The blond waits patiently, and soon his lover comes into the bedroom, loosening the green tie around his neck.
"Welcome back," Giotto smiles, and receives a kiss.
"I'm home," G. smiles slightly. Its only then he notes the chocolate syrup bottle in the other's hand, and raises an eyebrow. "That's not healthy."
"I know," The blond smiles, squeezing some onto his index finger. He blinks because G. takes a hold of his hand, and licks the syrup off.
"Hmm..." G. hums as Giotto gains a smirk and puts some near his lips next. The redhead immediately leans in close, licking the syrup and kissing the other. He leans back slightly, and effectively pins his lover before he can realize it, straddling him as he removes both of their shirts in the blink of an eye. Giotto takes the time to smear more chocolate syrup on his chest, and G. laps it up without a second thought; he grins when the blond shivers. He steals the bottle when he suddenly initiates a deep kiss, his tongue immediately dominating. Giotto grabs his lover's bare shoulders when he begins to tease both his nipples, rubbing the syrup on it and then slowly licking it off. G.'s tongue swirls around one, eliciting a moan from the other. The blond grinds his hips into the redhead's, effectively making his lover groan softly. With the reaction, G. removes both of their pants and boxers and discards them to the floor without a second thought.
"G..." Giotto suppresses a moan when G. grabs his erection, and pumps it slowly. The blond watches hazily while the other hand plays with one of his nipples, softly whimpering once the redhead tantalizingly removed both his hands to keep him from climaxing when he got close. G. just smirks, taking the bottle once more and spreading it on three of his fingers. He easily lifts the blond's hips with one hand. "G., wait- ah-" Giotto lifts his hips further when two fingers are pushed into his entrance, "Nn..it feels weird.."
"Good," G. smiles, scissoring the hot inside. He swiftly adds a third finger, and pushes in more. The blond gasps once his prostate is hit. G. does it once more, temporarily blanking out his lover's mind. He removes his fingers, his lover makes a small sound of disappointment, and he lifts both of the lithe legs over his shoulders, grabbing the hips. Giotto wonders what he's doing when he gasps, feeling the redhead's tongue swirl around his chocolate stained entrance.
"G.-!" Giotto moans loudly, gripping onto the sheets of the bed and rolling his hips. G. pulls back and grabs the bottle once more, smearing the syrup over his cock and setting it at the blond's entrance. He thrusts in all the way at the first push and the other bucks his hips in response. The redhead leans forward, letting the legs fall from his shoulders, and kisses his lover as he pulls out to the tip and slams back in. The response is instantaneous, and Giotto throws his head back in pleasure. G. keeps up to the rhythm, thrusting in and out at a fast pace, and the tenth time his prostate is slammed into, Giotto comes. He tightens around the other's member, and G. grunts, climaxing.
The two collapse, and G. flips to his side as to not crush the blond. The two bathe in the afterglow for a minutes to catch their breath. Giotto frowns and winces, breaking the silence when he says,
"I'm all sticky now..." G. glances at the male with a small smile,
"Want to go take a shower...?" Giotto sighs but agrees, despite knowing it will probably lead to shower sex.
Well, as long as he gets the chocolate off and out of him, he'll deal with it.
Fin.
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