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Summary: Kyou and Haru are trying out something new to fulfill needs.
Warning: Innuendo, HaruxKyou and Kyou pounding on poor Haru.
Sometimes, there are stories that are not funny, but annoying. I shall seek the problem of this one. I hope it's not too cheesy. Yummy.
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"Oh, that looks really good," Black Haru's deep voice rumbled next to Kyou's ear.
"It'll taste good, too, if you do this right," Kyou smirked.
"You sure are acting naughty," the ox licked his lips and gazed hungrily at the redhead.
"Really? I think I'm better at this than you," the cat teased.
"I can teach you this and more," Black Haru sultrily whispered.
"You wish." Kyou didn't want to admit that maybe Haru was pleasing him in doing a good job of it.
"But you like what I'm doing," Black Haru teased back. Kyou looked at him questioningly. 'What; did that cow actually read my mind? Or was it how hard it's gotten…' Kyou coughed in embarrassment and kneaded it, feeling that it was fairly rough.
"You're ruining it." Black Haru gently shaped it in his own hands. "You should pound it a bit more."
"And you know what you're doing?" Kyou asked sarcastically .
"I read the book."
"What book?" Kyou eyed him with suspicion.
"A book Shigure gave me to help us," Black Haru grinned. "It shows what to do at times like this, including pictures on the positions to put--"
"I know what I'm doing," Kyou said disdainfully.
Black Haru shrugged languidly and licked his fingers.
"Hey! Don't you know what you're doing? And now you're licking it off your fingers!" Kyou said with repulsion. "It's unsanitary, not to mention disgusting! I'm not letting you near it now."
"Why not? You want to lick my fingers for me?" He pressed a finger to Kyou's moist pink lips. "I don't think you know were its been," he smirked. Kyou pushed him away with his own equally dirty hands.
"Go wash them!" He ordered.
"Okay, as long as you don't do anything exciting without me," he winked.
"It'll be done by the time you get yourself cleaned up." Kyou added.
Black Haru quickly ran to get a cloth, not wanting to miss out on the action. Kyou was busy hurriedly banging on it. Both were in a panic, running back and forth.
"Where's the long thing!" Kyou murmured to himself. He was going to finish this before Haru came back. It was a little childish to compete in this race of who would finish first, but it'd show that idiot he was better than him. Kyou thought, paranoid to get done.
"Here." Black Haru handed it to Kyou. The cat's expression turned to wide astonishment, but wiped it off his face with a deep frown.
"Whatever." He grabbed it from Black Haru, ignoring the other's chuckling.
After a few moments, Kyou used it wisely. "I think that's all for the preparation time." He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I'll get it greased and put it in there for you," Black Haru kissed his companion's cheek quickly and greased it thoroughly. He placed it in and Kyou sighed with relief.
"You did well," Kyou finally admitted with small mockery. "Even with the help of Shigure's book."
"I'd never disappoint you," the taller teen pouted, "but I wish you could've let me taste it before we put it in the oven."
"You should wait until it's ready, you dumb cow."
"But cookie dough is good!" Black Haru exclaimed with maybe too much exaggeration.
"We're supposed to be making these cookies for Tohru and the rat prince, idiot. We shouldn't be eating it," Kyou stated. "Plus, I hate chocolate."
Black Haru deviously wrapped his arms around Kyou from behind. "I bet I can change your mind. There are many uses for chocolate."
"You've been reading Shigure's other books, haven't you?"
"I wasn't even trying to look for a cook book in the beginning, kitty," the deep voice confessed with no innocence. He laughed mirthfully before slapping Kyou's ass. He continued to laugh at the wonderful blush he received. "You really are cute, sex kitten."
Kyou's face was redder than his hair and his lips closed in a tight line. He wasn't going to shout any profanity, he wasn't go to react to it; no. Instead, he slowly counted to ten…
Just then, Momiji, Yuki, and Tohru were loudly chatting about something they'd seen on television.
"I can't believe you watched it for a full minute!" Momiji giggled.
"I-I-I couldn't h-help it!" Tohru's voice strained as she blushed with shame.
"But why does this house even have a channel like that!" chirped the younger boy as he skipped ahead of them to the kitchen. "You said it yourself! The men's naked bodies were enormous! And that's not all." Momiji roared with giddy laughter.
"Momiji, Tohru couldn't help looking at that. She was too shocked to change that channel," Yuki said.
"Bad excuse," Momiji playfully stuck out his tongue. "And you were with her in that room." It was Yuki's turn to look shameful.
The conversation and laughter abruptly stopped when they entered the kitchen. The three fell dead silent and expression's shocked. Kyou held Haru's head under water of the sink while the teen's arms waved wildly and legs kicking in vain. He was proclaiming angrily if Haru still wanted to *censored* and *censored some more* in the godforsaken kitchen of all places. If Haru could only hear him, he'd probably answer 'bring in the lube and futon'.
"We should leave them," Yuki murmured. "Lover's quarrel."
~~~~~
Ah…help me.
Summary: Kyou and Haru are trying out something new to fulfill needs.
Warning: Innuendo, HaruxKyou and Kyou pounding on poor Haru.
Sometimes, there are stories that are not funny, but annoying. I shall seek the problem of this one. I hope it's not too cheesy. Yummy.
~~~~~
"Oh, that looks really good," Black Haru's deep voice rumbled next to Kyou's ear.
"It'll taste good, too, if you do this right," Kyou smirked.
"You sure are acting naughty," the ox licked his lips and gazed hungrily at the redhead.
"Really? I think I'm better at this than you," the cat teased.
"I can teach you this and more," Black Haru sultrily whispered.
"You wish." Kyou didn't want to admit that maybe Haru was pleasing him in doing a good job of it.
"But you like what I'm doing," Black Haru teased back. Kyou looked at him questioningly. 'What; did that cow actually read my mind? Or was it how hard it's gotten…' Kyou coughed in embarrassment and kneaded it, feeling that it was fairly rough.
"You're ruining it." Black Haru gently shaped it in his own hands. "You should pound it a bit more."
"And you know what you're doing?" Kyou asked sarcastically .
"I read the book."
"What book?" Kyou eyed him with suspicion.
"A book Shigure gave me to help us," Black Haru grinned. "It shows what to do at times like this, including pictures on the positions to put--"
"I know what I'm doing," Kyou said disdainfully.
Black Haru shrugged languidly and licked his fingers.
"Hey! Don't you know what you're doing? And now you're licking it off your fingers!" Kyou said with repulsion. "It's unsanitary, not to mention disgusting! I'm not letting you near it now."
"Why not? You want to lick my fingers for me?" He pressed a finger to Kyou's moist pink lips. "I don't think you know were its been," he smirked. Kyou pushed him away with his own equally dirty hands.
"Go wash them!" He ordered.
"Okay, as long as you don't do anything exciting without me," he winked.
"It'll be done by the time you get yourself cleaned up." Kyou added.
Black Haru quickly ran to get a cloth, not wanting to miss out on the action. Kyou was busy hurriedly banging on it. Both were in a panic, running back and forth.
"Where's the long thing!" Kyou murmured to himself. He was going to finish this before Haru came back. It was a little childish to compete in this race of who would finish first, but it'd show that idiot he was better than him. Kyou thought, paranoid to get done.
"Here." Black Haru handed it to Kyou. The cat's expression turned to wide astonishment, but wiped it off his face with a deep frown.
"Whatever." He grabbed it from Black Haru, ignoring the other's chuckling.
After a few moments, Kyou used it wisely. "I think that's all for the preparation time." He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I'll get it greased and put it in there for you," Black Haru kissed his companion's cheek quickly and greased it thoroughly. He placed it in and Kyou sighed with relief.
"You did well," Kyou finally admitted with small mockery. "Even with the help of Shigure's book."
"I'd never disappoint you," the taller teen pouted, "but I wish you could've let me taste it before we put it in the oven."
"You should wait until it's ready, you dumb cow."
"But cookie dough is good!" Black Haru exclaimed with maybe too much exaggeration.
"We're supposed to be making these cookies for Tohru and the rat prince, idiot. We shouldn't be eating it," Kyou stated. "Plus, I hate chocolate."
Black Haru deviously wrapped his arms around Kyou from behind. "I bet I can change your mind. There are many uses for chocolate."
"You've been reading Shigure's other books, haven't you?"
"I wasn't even trying to look for a cook book in the beginning, kitty," the deep voice confessed with no innocence. He laughed mirthfully before slapping Kyou's ass. He continued to laugh at the wonderful blush he received. "You really are cute, sex kitten."
Kyou's face was redder than his hair and his lips closed in a tight line. He wasn't going to shout any profanity, he wasn't go to react to it; no. Instead, he slowly counted to ten…
Just then, Momiji, Yuki, and Tohru were loudly chatting about something they'd seen on television.
"I can't believe you watched it for a full minute!" Momiji giggled.
"I-I-I couldn't h-help it!" Tohru's voice strained as she blushed with shame.
"But why does this house even have a channel like that!" chirped the younger boy as he skipped ahead of them to the kitchen. "You said it yourself! The men's naked bodies were enormous! And that's not all." Momiji roared with giddy laughter.
"Momiji, Tohru couldn't help looking at that. She was too shocked to change that channel," Yuki said.
"Bad excuse," Momiji playfully stuck out his tongue. "And you were with her in that room." It was Yuki's turn to look shameful.
The conversation and laughter abruptly stopped when they entered the kitchen. The three fell dead silent and expression's shocked. Kyou held Haru's head under water of the sink while the teen's arms waved wildly and legs kicking in vain. He was proclaiming angrily if Haru still wanted to *censored* and *censored some more* in the godforsaken kitchen of all places. If Haru could only hear him, he'd probably answer 'bring in the lube and futon'.
"We should leave them," Yuki murmured. "Lover's quarrel."
~~~~~
Ah…help me.