Devil's Food
"Sho, stop," Koga whispered, but the way he held on to him sent a different message and that was the one Sho wanted to hear. "Someone could see." Koga was breathless already; Sho wanted to make him so turned inside out he couldn't form words. He pressed him back into the rigging, winding his hands around the thick ropes as he kissed Koga's neck.
"Sho." Koga's voice cracked. He was serious, and worried. Sho stopped, bracing himself on the ropes. He stood slowly, the movement torture.
"Home. I'll meet you at home."
Koga was blushing, his eyes widening at Sho's words but he nodded, his hand lightly pressing Sho's chest before he ducked out under his arm and fled. Sho waited til his pulse had calmed before heading out to call his own taxi.
An hour later he showed up at their hotel room laden with his version of spoiling Koga. Mountains of food. Koga sat cross-legged on the couch, still wearing the jeans and black shirt he'd had on at the concert. He eyed the pile, a knowing smile flickering across his face.
"What? It's not a cop out. I'm saving you from my cooking." He started unloading the catered goods from their paper bags, filling the table with crab dips and sushi and steak and his most favorite of all: fudgy chocolate cake.
"I already ate," Koga said, turning back to the book he was reading.
"What! You dare spurn my love offering?" Sho flung a chip at him. "Eat, you pig."
Koga swatted the chip out of the air, pretending to glare at Sho. "Not my fault you never ask before bombarding me with food. You could try it. The words are simple. Hi, Koga, are you actually hungry? Or is this just some strange mental fixation I have?" He stood, walking over to inspect Sho's haul. "Maybe you just want to make me fat."
Sho pulled out the cake, waving it in front of Koga's face. "I did like my women curvy, we could see what your ass looks like after a few of these." Koga punched him, turning back to pout on the couch.
Sho joined him. With Cake. Koga dodged the bite of cake Sho held out to him on a spoon. "What, are you trying to live out all of your favorite anime tropes? I can feed myself."
"I just…" Sho trailed off, the spoon held out like a peace offering. His voice softened. "You're leaving soon, and I want to spoil you."
"Mmm," said Koga. He bit the cake and the spoon, pulling the utensil out of Sho's hand. "Too sweet," he said, shoving the spoon into the cake for another bite.
"You better eat it, you asshole. I'm being nice."
Koga held out the spoon towards Sho laden with a massive bite. Sho scowled at him before leaning forward and slowly, deliberately licking the cake off the spoon. His glare shifted, becoming a dare as he raked his teeth across the spoon. It hung in the air between them empty, waiting for Koga to decide if he wanted to shove it back for more cake or throw it across the room and grab Sho.
"We could always…" Sho spoke softly, his face flushing as he watched Koga's lips fall open.
"If it's just you being nice, I don't want to."
Sho leaned forward, his eyes filled with unspoken words. A delicate kiss on bottom lip, a tease of lips along his jaw, and Koga was falling to pieces before he even heard the whisper in his ear.
"I don't want to be nice."
A sharp intake of breath and Koga stood, pushing Sho backwards. He looked at Sho, his chest heaving and his eyes full of need.
"I— I'll be right back." He seemed to flee then, the bathroom door shutting loudly behind him.
Sho sat on the bed awkwardly. He was almost positive he hadn't done that wrong. It had worked on women in the past, and he knew he had seen something similar in one of the videos he'd found.
"Damn," he whispered. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He ruffled his hair, staring at himself in the mirror as if his reflection could give him pointers on how to seduce a man. Maybe he should've told him he was beautiful first. It wouldn't be a lie. The way the flecks of silver flashed in his eyes when he got mad was everything he'd never been able to find. He felt almost desperate to run his hands up under his shirt, ripping it off and finally, finally seeing the way his muscles under his skin. He wanted to— he wanted— Sho flew into action, pulling his shirt off and throwing it onto the chair. He stopped, looking at the door hiding Koga. Pants joined the shirt.
Sho stretched out on the bed, his arms straight by his sides. He'd left his underwear on. He probably should've taken it off. Right? No. No, he should put his jeans back on. Crap, he couldn't remember how the guys in the videos started. He sat up to grab his pants when the door opened and Koga walked in, slowly unbuckling his jeans. Sho fell flat on his back again, staring at the ceiling. God, how was it possible to want something so much and be so shitty at it!
Koga's hands froze when he saw Sho. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm ready," Sho said, trying to make his voice seductive.
"For what?" Koga's voice was unexpectedly harsh. Sho swallowed hard, still staring at the ceiling.
"For you to put it in me," he said quietly. He cleared his throat when Koga didn't reply. "I've seen the videos, I know what I'm doing."
Koga's voice sounded strange and thick as he replied. "What makes you think I want to be on top?"
Sho's eyes widened as he turned to look at Koga finally. Koga's face was red hot, his eyes frustrated as he stared at Sho. He stalked over to the bed and knelt beside Sho, twisting his fingers into Sho's hair and pulling his face to the side, capturing his gaze.
"When we first met, one of the stupidest things you ever told me was that someday I'd look up and it wouldn't be Tsuruga Ren on top, it would be Fuwa Sho." Koga smashed his lips against Sho's, a slight moan escaping him as he held Sho tightly. "You aren't escaping that promise, pretty boy," he whispered against Sho's lips.
Sho melted into his kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck before laughter consumed him. He dragged Koga onto the bed, rolling him over with a shout. Straddling him, he smushed Koga's cheeks between his palms. "I am so in love with you."
Koga tried to avert his gaze, his cheeks hot beneath Sho's skin. "I love you, too." He met Sho's gaze again, a teasing smile on his face. "You ass."
Everything was a mess — and everything was perfect.
