Prompt: "Sweet"
Takeru loves sweets. Any type of sugar he can get his hands on. Particularly candy. Particularly the sweet kind of candy. Like chocolate, for example.
It melts in his mouth, leaves an aftertaste that coaxes him to reach for the next piece. Yamato always tells him it's not a healthy addiction, but hey, it's not drugs, right? But it is quite untameable. Sugar is his weakness.
But as he leans down to bring his and Daisuke's lips together, as they move in time with each other, in a wonderful, hypnotic rhythm, he realizes Daisuke is also his weakness. Every "I love you" is more luscious than sugar. Every pant and moan that slips from his partner's lips is more delicious than syrup.
As he leads him to the waterfall of passion, as he pushes him over, as he feels him ascend through the air, he thinks Daisuke is sweeter than honey. Trembling under blankets and slicked with sweat, Daisuke is a piece of candy that he will share with no one.
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