"Mmmmm," The sounds coming from the bluenette's throat were almost sexually esctatic as he licked the ice cream cone in his left hand and gazed, unseeing, over the balcony, towards the dark, quiet sea.
"This was a good deal for us," Akaito offered conversationally into the pleasant atmosphere. "This place doesn't really need that much cleaning up, but we get to stay here in exchange for only that little bit of work. You know, if we tried to book this place once it's opened again, I think it'd be pretty expensive. Plus there'd be other guests."
"Mmmm," Kaito stated again, his eyes crossing slightly as he tried hard to eyeball exactly how much ice cream was left in his cone with both eyes at once. More contented sounds followed and Akaito rolled his own, crimson eyes indulgently, wondering if the bluenette even heard a single thing others said when focusing this intently on the favourite frozen dessert. If the sea was made of ice cream, Kaito would probably dive into it and never leave, even if he succumbed to frostbite or was in danger of drowning. The thought caused Akaito to make an amused snort.
"Hey, Kaito? I think that next year we should take a vacation in the woods where there's abandoned old shacks, and stay in one of them. It'd be like, communing with nature," Continuing after a moment in a distracted tone, Akaito walked his fingertips playfully across the railing of the balcony, near his lover.
"Mmmm," Kaito murmured and nommed his whole mouth on the ice cream cone, shivering a little in pleasure as his eyes actually crossed this time and a large chunk of ice cream slid into his eager pink mouth and down his swallowing throat. He apparently didn't notice his lover's teasing hand movements.
"We can clean out all the spiders and racoons and whatever else that might be infesting the shack, and take baths in the muddy rivers. It'd be a lot like a natural spa treatment, except with more mosquito eggs and maybe a few skunks. But that shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? I mean, we're both guys, we can take care of those little things easily. Right?" Akaito continued speaking conversationally and made his fingers crawl up his own left arm one finger at a time.
"Mmmmnnnnmmm," Kaito made a guttural sound that might have been a reply.
"Yeah. Right? It'd be fun to commune with nature directly and get away from all the modern stuff like electricity, and cars, and freezers-" Akaito kept talking in the same tone until the last word, when Kaito's eyes focused on him like twin blue lazers. Staring at the redhead, Kaito's pupils suddenly shrank to tiny, almost-threatening pinpricks, the whites of his usually kind, shy blue eyes showing clearly. The threatening effect was not diminished by the ice cream cone still half stuffed into Kaito's cheeks or the tiny pink tip of his tongue outside of his mouth touching against the aisu that wasn't currently fitting into the bluenette's mouth.
Akaito didn't realize he had unconsciously taken a step back until Kaito's eyes returned to normal and he returned his attention fully to finishing his ice cream. Most of the time Akaito couldn't help teasing the sweet hearted bluenette. But sometimes Kaito got him back. Akaito swallowed hard and shook himself momentarily, but his wide-eyed look slowly dissolved back into a gentle smile as he focused his attention back on Kaito's face- without mischief, this time.
The redhead waited patiently for Kaito to finish, finding himself relaxing again and smiling more and more at the expressions of deep pleasure and noises of enjoyment that continued flitting across the bluenette's face and coming from the bluenette's throat. Sometimes Akaito wondered just how much Kaito actually realized he vocalized his approval while eating the frozen confections he was so fond of. Probably not at all.
Popping the last little crumb of cone with its now-melted last traces of ice cream into his mouth, Kaito returned his gaze scoldingly to Akaito.
"Don't think I don't know what you were trying to do," He crossed his arms across his chest in a mockery of disgruntlement as he stared his lover down. Akaito's eyes wrenched themselves from his lover's pink lips, now probably cold and sweet from the dessert, and offered up a grin of apology.
"Hey, don't you know? Guys can't help teasing the people they like," Akaito offered as if it was an explanation. "It's hard-coded into us. It's impossible to help."
"Oh? So that's why I-" Kaito started to reply, then broke off his words abruptly. Akaito blinked. What?
"That's why you what?" A mild sense of paranoia hit the crimson-haired male and he stared Kaito down in alarm. Did Kaito do something?
"Nothing," Kaito looked anywhere but at Akaito and hummed something musically, moving his blue-tipped hands behind his back and fidgeting with them as if trying to hide something.
"What did you do?" Akaito demanded to know.
"Nothing!" Kaito replied loudly and turned all of a sudden, running out of the room. Akaito gaped after him a brief instant before giving alarmed chase into the adjoining room.
"Kaito!" Tackling the bluenette by the shoulders against a wall as he froze like a deer in headlights, Akaito demanded again, "What did you do?!"
Kaito responded by smiling unexpectedly, swiftly pressing his soft mouth firmly against his lover's and pushing his slender body directly and just as firmly forwards as well. The gentle warmth of their proximity and the lingering scent of the sea on Kaito's skin competed for Akaito's surprised attention. Reaching his slim hand forward, Kaito moved to touch his lover's junk, cupping the redhead's genitals confidently; giving his cock a strong, slow tug that left a tickle running all the way up Akaito's spine and back down again, to settle in his suddenly extremely interested lower belly. Rubbing their thighs together and moving saliva-dampened lips that were indeed still both cold and sweet up Akaito's jawline to his ear to whisper something, Kaito's clever fingers moved slowly, wonderfully, stroking again and again.
"This," Kaito breathed in his voice that Akaito loved. "Sometimes I just can't help teasing you. Sorry, Akaito."
Opening his cool mouth again to press it back to the redhead's sensitive neck and nibble there, earning himself a helpless, throaty moan as crimson eyes fluttered shut in desire, Kaito smiled to himself. He wondered if Akaito knew how vocal he was when Kaito touched him this way.
Probably not.