Rated PG-13

Takao had always been a cheeky little devil, Midorima was aware of that. Whether it would be about sex or anything else that couldn't be considered as anything sexual; the smaller man had his fair share of being mischievous. Even after two years of being together, he could still manage to surprise Midorima, especially when it came to kinks and suggestive bedroom ideas.

So when he came home from the hospital that night, he didn't think that Takao was waiting for him wearing nothing but his boxers in the middle of their living room; but it wasn't unexpected when his lover was concerned.

"Takao, what are you-"

"Welcome home, dear." Midorima had to roll his eyes at the sickeningly sweet word that couldn't be used for a 195cm guy, yet he knew Takao would say it from time to time just to annoy him to no end. He let Takao approach and their lips met in a quick peck. It was a habit of theirs now when Midorima came late from his shift and Takao would welcome him if he didn't have a busy schedule himself.

"So, are you going to explain why you're practically standing naked in the living room?"

Takao chuckled. "Is it that unbelievable? We did some pretty kinky things there, Shin-chan. This is purely fluff compared to those." He pointed to their bedroom with sparkly eyes. Eyes that promised nothing but mischief.

"Whatever." Midorima's eyes moved to Takao's right hand which was holding a can of something, he couldn't make out what it was from the way he was gripping it. "What is that?"

"Hmm? What?" Midorima knew very well that Takao knew what he was talking about.

"That." This time he pointed to the can between Takao's fingers.

"Oh, this? It's shiruko."

"And why are you holding a can of shiruko?"

"Mmm, now that, you'll have to wait and see." He pressed his index finger to Midorima's chest before pushing the bigger man to the couch to make him sit down not so gracefully.

"Takao, will you explain-"

"Ssh. Now, before you go nuts about me wasting a can of your amazing shirukos, let me tell you that I guarantee you'll like what I'm about to do. At least I'm hoping you will. Oh and also, I've always wanted to do this."

Midorima knew by the way Takao's lips curved up into one of his trademark smirks -exclusive only to intimate times- that whatever he was about to do, it was definitely going to piss him off at first and then probably would arouse him after. Before he could open his mouth to say something, he realized that Takao opened the lid with a broad smile; and Midorima could only watch in amazement what was happening next. Takao poured the contents of the can onto himself, the brown substance now covering most of his torso. Midorima continued staring at Takao with wide eyes while the smaller man slowly laid on his back on top of the spacious table in front of the couch. When Midorima managed to tore his eyes away from Takao for a couple of seconds, he realized that Takao had actually been prepared for this to happen, because the table was empty and the cloth was discarded.

"What..What are you..I mean.."

Takao chuckled once again, the sound awakening Midorima's southern regions even more, starting with the "shiruko show" that just happened seconds ago. "Come here."

Midorima could only obey as he silently approached the table. The sight was too much for his much more conservative part of him, and he felt himself becoming harder inside his pants.

"You know you love shiruko, Shin-chan. So, wanna have a taste?"

Sweet Mother of God.

Midorima's throat went dry and he had to swallow before saying something. "I.."

"Come on now, don't be shy. We've done kinkier things than this." Takao was openly laughing now. Midorima removed his jacket, then made a move to remove his shirt to which Takao hummed with approval. When the clothes were discarded and he stood in front of the table in only his boxers, he leaned down over Takao and kissed him deeply. They groaned into each other's mouths, the awkwardness on Midorima's part long gone and was now replaced with desire he felt for his boyfriend.

"Mmm, I knew you were going to like it." Takao murmured after pulling away.

Midorima didn't reply, and instead dipped his head to give Takao's collarbone a long lick, the taste of shiruko filling his mouth. The taste of it mixing with Takao's own was enough to arouse him more, and he couldn't help licking and sucking his skin, savoring it until he cleaned up most of his torso. Takao was whimpering beneath him, especially when Midorima paid extra attention to his nipples and sucked on them with a deep groan.

"Shit. You're too damn good, Shintarou."

Midorima smirked slightly when he heard his first name from Takao's lips, something his lover did when he was too lost in the pleasure and when Midorima drove him crazy with his movements.

"Done."

"Yeah, like-Wait, what?"

"It's all clean."

"You're kidding, right?! You can't stop here!"

"Unless you have something else that's dirty and needs cleaning."

Oh. Oh.

Takao's eyes widened before his expression turned into a knowing smirk. His lover was unpredictable, alright.

"It always gets me when you talk dirty like this. Not that I'm complaining though, not at all." He wrapped his arms around Midorima's neck and pulled him down for another deep kiss.