Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica. All copyright goes to Shungiku Nakamura. This work is fiction and for entertainment purposes only.
"See? This is how you mix it, Usagi-san," Misaki said, demonstrating how to mix the ingredients properly for the third time.
It was almost Mahiro's second birthday, and Misaki had insisted on baking a grand cake for his nephew, his brother and his sister-in-law to enjoy on their visit the next day. Usagi had been unusually keen to help out; Misaki didn't know whether he was avoiding a deadline or just planning perverted things to do to him, but he figured that stirring the cake batter wasn't that hard, even for Usagi-san.
He'd been wrong.
"The egg isn't merging with the flour and sugar," Usagi stated, and Misaki frowned.
"Maybe you're not stirring it hard enough? Here, use the electronic beater to mix the icing for a moment."
Misaki set to work mixing the batter, while Usagi carefully mixed the icing mixture. A few minutes later, Misaki figured that the mixture looked right, and set it down on the kitchen bench.
"That should be fine now. Usagi-san, you can stop mixing the icing, too."
Usagi glared down at the icing, which had turned a garish shade of red.
"You should try it, Usagi-san," Misaki grinned. Usagi stuck his finger into the icing bowl and then stuck it in his mouth.
"Not bad."
Misaki nodded and turned back to the cake batter, but found himself suddenly turned around to face Usagi-san, with the older man's icing-covered finger in front of his lips.
"Now it's your turn, Misaki. Lick it off."
"W-what are you talking about?"
Usagi smirked and pressed his finger inside Misaki's mouth. The younger boy whimpered around his fingers, before slowly, carefully licking the icing off his skin with his tongue.
Misaki broke away from Usagi, blushing bright red.
"Alright, n-now to put the batter in the cake tin!"
Usagi smiled at Misaki's turned back and licked what little remained of the icing off his own fingers.