Welcome to my Akagi drabbles!
Please don't start reading them if slash aka men/men is not your thing. Thank you. :)
Drabble nr 1. (Ichikawa/Akagi, feel free to interpret it to your liking.)
I wish to mention two things first though. One: that yes, Akagi is underage and that no, this story does not break any rules because it's not explicitly or sexual in any way.
Two: I am pretty sure there might not have been any sausages in the earlier half of late twentieth century Japan, but please do ignore that fact for the sake of oh, idk imagination and that I couldn't think of any Japanese dish fitting to replace a sausage with.
Some Innuendo.
Akagi started sucking on it, slowly, it felt moist and soft against his young lips but still big and firm in his mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed happily, it tasted good.
He cast up a glance at Ichikawa's tense, troubled face, and after some hesitation he pulled back. "What's wrong, Ichikawa-san?"
"That's not the right way to do it now, is it, Akagi-kun?"
Akagi looked down on it, he did not understand why Ichikawa was so troubled, he'd always gone at them like this. "..?"
"I may be blind but I do think sausages are supposed to be eaten using the TEETH, Akagi-kun."
A smile crept over Akagi's face.
"Is that so?"
"It's pretty obvious not so SUCK on them you stupid kid!" Ichikawa bit of, some blood vessels popping up here and there over his strained face.
Akagi giggled.
Silence.
"Stop doing that."
Another giggle.
The End.