Oh, hey. I'm back once more for some delicious ChuNi. :D This time around, I used the word Rip. Unfortunately, this drabble has very little to do with that word... I just used it as an excuse to write smut. That being said, here comes the warning!

Warning: This chapter contains smut (aka a blowjob, to be crude). If you aren't into smut, back away slowly.

Onward!

Yao couldn't help but stare.

Dear, sweet Kiku was looking positively delectable on this particular summer day, wearing a light yukata made of pure silk. Despite his modesty, the garment came up to his knees, and Yao caught little peeks of the other man's thighs whenever he sat or walked with his quick, almost neurotic pace. Kiku's thighs were absolutely perfect in Yao's eyes; almost girly in shape, they had more meat on them than the rest of Kiku's body combined. All Yao wanted to do was to touch them, kiss them, rake his fingers in and around them, lap his tongue over them... but doing so wasn't easy. Kiku was surprisingly aware of his surroundings, and not easy to surprise. Yao had to be very careful if he was going to get his hands on those beautiful thighs.

As they were getting ready for bed that night, he caught an opportunity. Kiku was standing by the wardrobe, searching for night garments, when a lightbulb appeared in Yao's mind, flickering like a newly kindled spark. He feigned distress in unbuttoning his changshan as an excuse to call his lover over.

"Kiku, could you come help me? My buttons are stuck," he said, adding a bit of allure to his voice. Kiku didn't notice, or he seemed not to, because he went over with no hesitation.

"Of course," he replied, beginning to work on the first button. Yao watched in perfect silence, waiting for the best time to move. "I can't seem to get it," said Kiku, "these are really stuck."

Bam. Yao grabbed Kiku roughly under the armpits, tossed him onto their bed, and threw himself on top of him. To say that the man on the bottom was shocked would be an understatement.

Kiku's face turned bright red and he began to wriggle, confused and oddly aroused at the same time. "Y-Yao, what are you doing?"

"Hush," he replied with a light purr, making sure that Kiku would remain silent with a kiss. He hesitated not one bit in deepening it, immediately adding tongue and curious hands, those hands working to part the yukata slightly. This ilicited a slight moan from the other, which encouraged Yao even more. Pulling away from the kiss on his lips in favor of sucking on his neck, he immediately began to massage Kiku's thighs with both hands, earning absolutely no complaints. The Japanese man twitched slightly in pleasure, quietly encouraging more in a low, breathy spoken Japanese- a plea that Yao was very willing to give in to.

Seconds later, he ripped Kiku's yukata completely off of his body and threw it across the room, landing on the wardrobe Kiku was previously standing at. Before he got a chance to pull his underwear down, another lightbulb flickered; he began to nuzzle Kiku's covered crotch with his face, toying with his ever growing erection, while still touching his thighs.

This action earned several more moans from the very aroused Kiku; at this point, he was sure he'd burst any time now. Thankfully, Yao responded accordingly and pulled the other man's undergarments down, almost torturously slowly, with his front teeth. Meanwhile, his long nails raked down the meatiest parts of Kiku's lovely, pale, twitching thighs, leaving light pink lines. He stopped at the place where Kiku's hip met his thigh and left a rough bite mark, claiming the other as his possession- not enough to break skin or draw blood, but enough to earn a grin from the Chinese man. As he did the same to the other hip, Kiku nearly screeched, desperate for Yao, desperate for more. He kicked his legs and reached his hand down to grab at Yao's hair, pulling roughly. Yao let out his own moan, long and throaty, and complied, moving his head back down to Kiku's crotch and carefully taking his erection in his hands.

"Are you ready?" Yao asked, which earned an instant nod from the other end. Not hesitating a bit, he took all of Kiku into his mouth, pushing back as far as he could, his tongue just able to lap at Kiku's testicles. One hand remained at the base of Kiku's penis while the other explored both thighs at the same time, fingernails scratching and fingertips revelling in the softness of the skin. Yao kept a steady pace, flicking his tongue around the shaft and the tip, while gently raking his teeth over for more effect. Kiku's whole body shivered in delight as sweat began to trickle down his forehead and chest, small thrusts of his hips keeping in time with Yao's mouth.

Yao began to increase his speed, as did Kiku, until they were in perfect harmony of each other, both sweating and salivating and savoring the intimacy. Meanwhile, Yao had reached a hand down to his own erection in the constricting hold of his pants and had began to stroke himself at the same pace his mouth was going, a feat that was not easy. The two continued for a great deal of time, and had Kiku not been busy in euphoria, he would have sworn that this had been the longest time Yao's mouth had been on him.

Finally, without warning, Kiku came accompanied with a small yelp, and Yao followed suit several seconds later. He pulled his hand out of his pants, swallowed Kiku's essence, and reached over to the nightstand to grab a tissue for cleaning. Kiku's breaths came out as pants, and sweat still glistened all over his body. This alone made Yao grin. "Did you have fun, wo de qing ren?"

"Hai," Kiku answered in between breaths, not fully realizing that he had switched to Japanese, "I mean... yes. T-that was... unexpected."

Yao chuckled lightly and laid down next to his beautifully naked lover, draping an arm around his bare waist. "I'm sorry... you just looked so irrestible in that yukata of yours; I had to get my hands on those wonderful thighs."

Kiku flushed a light red, hiding his face from Yao. "R-right," he mumbled... though he thought to himself that the yukata was a good idea, after all of the debating he did. He remembered to wear another one in a few days time.

yukata is an article of Japanese clothing, usually worn in warmer weather and made of lighter fabric.

changshan is an article of Chinese clothing.

wo de qing ren means "my lover/sweetheart," a phrase I also used in chapter two, Date.

Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day!