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"Usagi-san ," Misaki warned. "No food in the bedroom, remember?"
"It will be gone soon enough," Akihiko whispered sonorously into Misaki's ear. Though Misaki's back was turned to the man, he could see the seductive, predator smile on his face. The glow of the setting sun had gone now, so the room was settled under the blue-black of night. Misaki swallowed.
"What-"
Akihiko's hand was under Misaki's pyjama bottoms before he could finish his sentence.
"Whoa, Usagi-san- No!" But even through his stammering protests, Misaki knew his efforts were futile. Usagi-san's hand was slick as it coursed down Misaki's thigh, curving around his pelvic bone as his fingers tapped and stroked his nerves to buzzing life. Whatever was on Usagi-san's hand was thicker than sweat but softer too. The scent of chocolate added with the creamy texture had Misaki's eyes wide in a heartbeat.
"Something the matter, Misaki?" Usagi teased, one finger circling under his tensed abdomen.
"Usagi-san, is that chocolate on your hand?" Misaki whispered, body constricted in a bewildering fusion of frustrated pleasure; he didn't want to feel this way but he couldn't stop the gliding pulse in his stomach.
Usagi's other hand pulled Misaki's hair back off his forehead, twisting the brown strands in his fingers as his other hand continued to rub and soothe Misaki's slowly parting thighs under the pyjama bottoms. The second Usagi went too near to a certain region, Misaki's legs clamped back together but it only took a matter of a minute to have them slack and willing once more.
Stay conscious, Misaki thought to himself, desperately. He tried to tell his brain- an odd sensation- to move his body out of Usagi's embrace. But his brain and body were far too enthralled.
"Chocolate, did you say?" Usagi's finger stroked up the centre of his torso, up his neck, coaxing his head back to rest of Akihiko's ready shoulder. "Why don't you taste and see?"
Misaki twisted his neck in a pathetic struggle but was halted by Akihiko's soft lips kissing down behind his ear, waiting to plant his next kiss after every tiny jolt that escaped from Misaki's body.
Usagi's finger was at Misaki's mouth after what seemed an eternity of agonisingly slow gentleness, wiping the melted, hot chocolate on his full lower lip.
It was a choice between letting the chocolate stay there and licking it off. Neither gave him the release he wanted.
Tentatively, he licked the chocolate away, tucking his lip into his mouth and privately savouring the taste.
"That Easter egg…" Misaki, slow as ever, muttered. There was a rustling behind him and soon he realised he had the chance to scarper. His relief was interrupted by hot breath at his ankles and he registered that Usagi was no longer behind him, but down under the duvet, head currently between his ankles. The clamps of Usagi-san's large hands stopped him from moving anywhere and Misaki whimpered to himself as he felt the tingle of Usagi's lips on the inner curve of his foot… then above his ankle… then a long, wet swipe of a tongue up his calf…
Misaki began to pant, half aware of Usagi-san gradually moving upward and half aware of his definite hard-on.
Why, Misaki thought, must my body betray me?
But Misaki did not feel scared. If anything, he felt as secure as he could. But the anxiety rushing through him was enough to send the bravest stallion bolting away from a spook scream of wind.
Misaki anticipated Usagi-san's mouth on him, felt the moment coming closer and closer as teeth nipped affectionately at naked flesh. But it was a kiss on the lips, instead, that pulled him up for air from beneath the sea of seduction.
"Mmm," Akihiko whispered. "You taste of chocolate."
Misaki looked worriedly up into Usagi-san's eyes, routinely hypnotized by the blurry violet irises. Akihiko's hands moved down both legs, sliding Misaki's pyjama bottoms down until they were just by his toes. With expert skill, Akihiko nudged them completely off with his feet.
Nerves inside Misaki twisted and flicked against one another once Akihiko had managed to take Misaki's top off as well.
They were naked now, both of their bodies hot and cold at different parts, creating a medley of sensations even when neither of them were moving.
Misaki heard a small click as Usagi's lips parted. They were staring deep into one another's eyes, both slightly shocked that after goodness knows how many times they were still thoroughly aroused with eachother.
Akihiko's thumb pressed Misaki's nipple, pinching it ever so gently and smoothing the chocolate around it. His eyebrow arched in the darkness before Akihiko moved down, pushing the duvet away from both of them, and began to lick and suck.
The sucking nearly set Misaki over the edge. His hips bucked up and suddenly there was a rush of feeling as Akihiko's hands moved everywhere, only passing over his hard-on but concentrating on all his other sensitive skin. Neck, ears, rib-cage, shoulder blades, stomach, knees… hips, for a long time, encouraging them upward against his own.
"Oh," Misaki moaned. Akihiko sucked harder, until Misaki's nipple was raw and the chocolate was long gone and Misaki's body was pushed right off the bed, only his feet and his head maintaining contact with the mattress and the pillow. So lost was he that Misaki couldn't muster his voice to moan louder. His body was rigid and enslaved to the labouring man.
Akihiko unlatched his mouth from Misaki's chest and pushed him down onto the bed, kicking the duvet off as he did so. Misaki shivered and clenched his jaw, chest heaving with shallow breaths. He almost, almost begged Akihiko to lick up the stickiness around his thighs, so swathed were they in melted chocolate.
More chocolate was placed on his mouth and for long minutes they kissed, tongues swirling and Akihiko pulling Misaki's mouth forward with his teeth, the sweet, dark, milky taste a drug.
Naturally, their hips began to roll together as one, the friction and pressure of both of their hard-ons egging them to keep going. Misaki's heart was thumping faster than a jackrabbit on heat.
"Oh," Akihiko cooed, softly, fingers moving down Misaki's torso. Misaki's neck arched back as Akihiko touched the place he had been aching for. Akihiko stroked up and down so slowly… so slowly… Misaki felt Akihiko swap hands and shook his head into the pillow as he felt the still hot chocolate coat him. Akihiko leaned forward and whispered in Misaki's ear, "Say please."
Misaki gritted his teeth. He could have a shower. He'd be fine. He didn't need Akihiko to clean him…
After a deadening silence, Akihiko's hand began to move away.
"Please," Misaki gasped. Who was he fooling but himself- he needed Akihiko.
What came next was like nothing Misaki had ever experienced. Had Akihiko's tongue always been that wet? Had it always been so hot? Had it always been so big? It enveloped him tightly and white flashes of stars pulsed behind Misaki's tightly closed eyes as Akihiko sucked back and raked his nails under Misaki's thighs, pulling him upward.
So hot, so hot, so hot… Misaki's mind cried out, his teeth digging into his lower lip.
Akihiko's chest was rubbing up and down over Misaki's thighs, their sweat mingling with the residue of chocolate. He began to suck harder and faster until Misaki was so lost that he only cared about this pleasure. His calves locked around Akihiko's back as his hands shot down to tug and stroke through Akihiko's hair.
"Ahh, Misaki, you taste so good," Akihiko whispered, licking hungrily over Misaki's inner thighs, his hand moving up to massage Misaki.
"Ffff-" Misaki almost swore but stopped himself.
"Go on, Misaki. Let go. Say it."
Misaki couldn't concentrate. Akihiko did not pause once, hard set on pushing Misaki to that golden peak.
"Uh, uh, uhhh!" Misaki groaned. Akihiko's mouth was back on Misaki, one hand remaining to further massage him as the other caressed upward, rubbing at the bottom of his throat as he licked at Misaki's tenderly sore tip. A guttural groan from Akihiko reverberated off Misaki sending trembling vibrations up and down and all around his insides.
Misaki moaned throatily into the pillow, his head moving from side to side in exasperation. Shivers imploded inside his body.
So close, so close, so close…
"Fuck!" Misaki cried out, moaning Usagi-san's name again and again as he passed over the heavenly climax. Akihiko kept sucking, driving him over little climaxes again and again until both were exhausted. A stickiness that was not chocolate and could not be from Misaki (as Akihiko had cleaned him up so well) was now in between Misaki's thighs. Akihiko had evidently enjoyed the experience too…