theme # 12- L'amoure mignonne; sweet love
Suguru usually wasn't fond of sweets. He was more of a 'salt' person, it seemed. But some days, he would get such a craving for something sweet and sugary. And today was one of those days.
He was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his slim form, eyes on the movie he was watching. And on the table in front of him- and one in his hand- were pocky boxes. Strawberry pocky.
He shoved another piece in his mouth, hating the fact that he needed the sweet sticky taste for the moment to satisfy his hunger. He growled out several curses around the pocky.
Hiro walked out of his room and raised an eyebrow at the sight. "That bad?" he asked, seeing the amount of boxes surrounding his boyfriend. He knew of the sudden cravings for sweets his boyfriend got. It was reminiscent of a pregnant woman at times.
Suguru nodded, glaring darkly at the boxes. Hiro laughed, sitting next to the glaring boy, and said, "It's not that bad."
Suguru swallowed and picked up another piece. He snapped it in half with a crazed look in his eyes and shoved it in his mouth. He swallowed again. "Yes it is."
Hiro snatched the other half of pocky away and said, "No it's not." He leaned down, kissing hard and quick, slanting his head just so. Suguru's mouth parted and their tongues tangled together. Hiro's tongue outlined Suguru's back teeth, and Suguru shivered. When Hiro pulled away, Suguru's eyes were hazy and he didn't look pissed off anymore.
Hiro smacked his lips and ran his tongue over his front teeth. "You taste like strawberry pocky now."
Suguru- who had been reaching for said pocky- retracted his hand quickly and glared at the boxes once more.
Hiro shoved the piece he held in his mouth and looked up, contemplating. "It's not that bad a taste." He smiled.
Suguru's cheeks darkened, eyes flashing, and he picked up a box and threw it at Hiro. Hiro grabbed it out of the air, and laughed.