Hot Crossed Buns
Title: Hot Crossed Buns
Author: Mizerables
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Main, sequel of Toy Shopping and The Presents
Summary: Four men get breakfast in bed and a well-deserved screwing.
Warnings: Not worksafe in the least. Do not read while eating baked goods, particulary those with frosting.
Notes: Ironically up, this little jewel spontaneously plot-bunnied when in Morality class we were asked to define sin. My definition? "Five man orgy in a triple king sized bed" Ahh, irony.
Genichirou yawned and stretched as the alarm clock besides the large bed started to beep. He reached to shut off the clock . . . only to find that he couldn't. His wrists were tied to the bed with something; he craned his head upwards to find that not only his arms, but also those of the three other men sleeping beside him, were chained to the bedpost.
In handcuffs . . .
. . . . *pink* handcuffs . . . .
. . . . *fuzzy* pink handcuffs . . . .
"RYOMA!" Tezuka bellowed right next to him, in his best 'fifty laps around the building' voice. "GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Tezuka's loud shout woke the naked Syuusuke and Keigo next to him, who blinked sleepily. Syuusuke tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but he only found himself staring bemusedly at the pink fuzziness that surrounded his wrists.
"Coming, buchou!" a voice wafted into the bedroom, and a moment later the doors behind the bed were opened.
"Good morning, lovers!" a much too cheerful Ryoma bustled into the room and gave one after the other a smack on the lips. Since the head of the bed faced the door, though without a headboard after an over-enthusiastic bout of sex that involved someone's getting a rather large lump on their own head some time ago, his four lovers could not see exactly what he was doing behind them, except when his head popped into view for their kisses.
"Ryoma . . ." Keigo drawled silkily, as he had actually seen part of Ryoma's doings. "What was that I just saw on your head?
Ryoma came into view at the foot of the bed, carrying a silver tray with one hand. Every jaw dropped and Syuusuke even opened his eyes.
While Ryoma's hair was adorned with a lacily trimmed headpiece that would not have put a French maid to shame, and was probably borrowed from one of the Atobe maids, his headgear was immediately forgotten in favor of what else he was wearing. He had donned a pink apron with lacy white frills - and nothing else.
Ryoma gave a wicked smirk at their reactions, both from their faces and other parts of their body, for they were exactly what he had planned. "I gave the servants a day off, so I made breakfast for you all myself. Are you *hungry*?"
Genichirou gave an audible swallow and even Tezuka looked scared. Ryoma placed his tray in front of the bed on a coffee table, making sure that the other four caught sight of his pert bottom quivering in the air. He was rewarded with a collective groan.
"Oh, now, what's the matter?" Ryoma leered. "I thought you all liked hot crossed buns."
Considering the somewhat naked state of the other four, it was evident that they liked hot crossed buns very much.
"I even have *frosting*," Ryoma continued, picking up a bun. He then dipped his finger into a pot, and slathered the bun with the sugary confection. He then bit down into the sticky treat, giving the most lavish oral praise, and licked his fingers clean of the white liquid.
The only reason the others hadn't jumped him by now was because the handcuffs prevented their doing so. Their half clothed state (They had all gone to bed at different intervals last night and only Syuusuke was totally nude) revealed rather interesting reactions. Keigo, for instance, was sporting the latest in fall fashions - a rather impressive lavender tent in his pajama bottoms.
"Ryoma . . . " Tezuka groaned, himself making an interesting new design in his smiley-face boxers. "I have a meeting this morning that I'm going to be late for at this rate."
"Oh, don't worry. I've already called all of you in sick. It seems you caught something . . . contagious." Ryoma responded with a leer at their aroused states. "No matter," Ryoma continued. "We can still have a nice breakfast in bed. Would you like my *bun* buchou?"
Tezuka made a strangled noise that sounded somewhat affirmative. Ryoma grabbed a bun and ambled over the opposite side of the bed from Tezuka. "How about you, Syuusuke?"
"I'd *love* to taste your buns, Ryoma-kun," Syuusuke responded with one of his ever-present smiles, enjoying Ryoma's little game immensely. Ryoma broke off a piece of the bun and fed it to Syuusuke, who slowly chewed and swallowed it with relish.
"Keigo? How about you?"
Atobe, who at the moment had forgotten all pretence of being 'ore-sama,' was trying desperately to find some sort of stimulation for his poor, acing erection, but failing. He responded to Ryoma's query with a moan.
Ryoma leaned over Fuji, rubbing his chest over the naked man, and dropped the cinnamon pastry into Keigo's mouth, enjoying the vocal responses he received from both men.
"Mada mada dane." Ryoma cooed. "Would you like some, 'Chirou?"
Ryoma was now fully sprawled over Syuusuke and Keigo, languidly rubbing his own erection over their bodies. Genichirou caught Ryoma's fingers as they placed part of the bun in his mouth and slowly sucked them as Ryoma pulled his fingers out.
"Aww, poor buchou!" Ryoma pouted. "He can't even close his mouth!" he grinned lecherously. "I guess I'll have to help him out."
Ryoma popped the last off the bun into his mouth and pressed his lips to Tezuka's, moving parts of the pastry into Tezuka's mouth with his tongue. Tezuka moaned, heat shooting to his face and other regions of his body.
At this point, Ryoma was spread out over all of them, rubbing and rolling over them, occasionally giving a lick to whatever body part he was nearest. Abruptly he stopped, climbing off the mass of limbs back to the tray of pastries. All eyes were on him. Ryoma picked up a silver cockring from the tray and held it up in front of the sweaty men.
"This," Ryoma smiled. "Is for all of you. It's your turn to be uke. I'm going to take you all, one by one." He clipped the ring onto his own cock, which was hard and risen underneath the pink apron.
"I'm not going to come until you all do," he continued, picking up a bottle of lube and generously slathering himself with it. "Syuusuke-kun . . ." he purred. "You get to go first."
Fuji, who had gone to bed without clothes last night (and thanking all the kami for it too), was already heard when Ryoma first started his teasing, but nearly came once that announcement was made. Ryoma sashayed towards him, still wearing the apron, which was partially displaced by his erection.
Ryoma started with a kiss, pressing his lips close to Syuusuke's and delving his tongue in and out of the man's mouth. While his mouth was thus preoccupied, Ryoma's left hand wandered along Keigo's chest, tweaking his nipples and wandering down to grasp and pump the cock that was still encased in the lavender fabric. He maneuvered between the two men, hands caressing and stroking bare skin, while alternately giving kisses and licks to his lovers.
Ryoma traveled southerly, pulling of Atobe's pants to finger his balls, and then gently forced open his entrance, placing first one, then two and three fingers inside and stroking while mirroring the same slow torture on Syuusuke.
The other two watched on in amazement as Ryoma slowly entered Syuusuke, pulling in and out slowly, leaving Fuji writhing underneath him, all the while still teasing Keigo with his fingers.
Syuusuke came quickly, and fell to the mattress with a satisfied moan. Ryoma smirked and moved on to Keigo, who was already arching his back in anticipation of being penetrated. Ryoma went in carefully, still partially lubed from Syuusuke. Keigo moaned and writhed under Ryoma’s touch, unable to move his own hands over the younger man. Ryoma pumped in and out, quickening his pace until Atobe finally came, leaving sticky white trails on Ryoma’s body.
Ryoma moved on with a satisfied smirk to Genichirou, who was rubbing against Atobe’s leg in order to get some stimulation for his neglected cock. Ryoma roughly pushed his ad back with a kiss, covering the older man’s body with his own. Sanada made little mewling noises as Ryoma’s hands wandered along, stripping Sanada while trailing little love bites all down his chest. The silk fabric of the apron caused delicious friction as Ryoma positioned himself at Genichirou’s opening, carefully forcing himself inside while his lover bucked his hips in pleasure.
When Genichirou found his release, the pink apron was smeared with trademark whiteness. Ryoma practically purred as he pulled out and rolled over to the final member of their group.
“Your turn, buchou,” Ryoma arched his own back, leaving his bottom in the air for a few seconds in order to taunt Tezuka more. He leaned down and forcefully kissed his former captain, tongue flicking in and out of Tezuka’s mouth. Saliva trickled from the opening as Ryoma plundered his capture, hands roaming, tweaking nipples and trailing feathery touches down Tezuka’s thighs while the apron rubbed against his risen cock. Tezuka responded appropriately, moaning and leaning into the touch, thrusting towards Ryoma’s body. Ryoma fingered Tezuka’s opening, slowly pushing his digits inside, stroking the sensitive flesh inside. Tezuka whimpered as the fingers were removed, only to gasp as Ryoma pushed himself inside, sliding in and out, torturously extending his pleasure.
Meanwhile, the other three men in the bed were not lying idly by. All of them were sporting newly risen erections, looking hungrily at Ryoma’s aproned bottom.
“Keigo-kun,” Syuusuke blinked slowly, his eyes fixed at the voyeuristic show in front of them. “Would you mind very much if we broke the bed again?”
“Ore-sama will take care of it,” Keigo responded with a grunt, clearly needing more stimulation than he was getting at the moment. “Genichirou, on the count of three.”
Just as Tezuka came, patterning Ryoma’s apron with more white than pink, there was a splintering *CRACK* as Fuji, Atobe and Sanada pulled the edge of the handcuffs straight through the bedposts. Ryoma looked up in surprise, but was quickly jumped on by Sanada, who held him as Syuusuke looked for the key to the handcuffs, finding it in Ryoma’s lacy cap.
“Saa, Ryoma-kun,” Fuji’s opened eyes glinted dangerously. “I think you’ve caught our disease. We’ll need to strip you down and put you to bed right away.”
Sanada came up on Ryoma from behind and rubbed his hands down the front of the apron, brushing his nipples and making sure Ryoma felt his cock rubbing up and down his butt. Atobe reached around from the front and untied the ruined apron, stroking Ryoma’s own erection and removing the cockring from it. Fuji and Tezuka simultaneously lifted the off the apron and cap, making sure that Ryoma could feel both of them against him as well.
Then the four men forced Ryoma down and did not permit him to leave for the rest of the day. It was later agreed that the entire bed should be thrown out, since there was no amount of washing that could possibly remove the cinnamon and frosting stains mixed in with another mysterious white substance.
-Fin-
I have a feeling that a few people are never going to look at me the same way again. *le sigh* Oh well. *snuggles Ryoma-kun*
Author: Mizerables
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Main, sequel of Toy Shopping and The Presents
Summary: Four men get breakfast in bed and a well-deserved screwing.
Warnings: Not worksafe in the least. Do not read while eating baked goods, particulary those with frosting.
Notes: Ironically up, this little jewel spontaneously plot-bunnied when in Morality class we were asked to define sin. My definition? "Five man orgy in a triple king sized bed" Ahh, irony.
Genichirou yawned and stretched as the alarm clock besides the large bed started to beep. He reached to shut off the clock . . . only to find that he couldn't. His wrists were tied to the bed with something; he craned his head upwards to find that not only his arms, but also those of the three other men sleeping beside him, were chained to the bedpost.
In handcuffs . . .
. . . . *pink* handcuffs . . . .
. . . . *fuzzy* pink handcuffs . . . .
"RYOMA!" Tezuka bellowed right next to him, in his best 'fifty laps around the building' voice. "GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Tezuka's loud shout woke the naked Syuusuke and Keigo next to him, who blinked sleepily. Syuusuke tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but he only found himself staring bemusedly at the pink fuzziness that surrounded his wrists.
"Coming, buchou!" a voice wafted into the bedroom, and a moment later the doors behind the bed were opened.
"Good morning, lovers!" a much too cheerful Ryoma bustled into the room and gave one after the other a smack on the lips. Since the head of the bed faced the door, though without a headboard after an over-enthusiastic bout of sex that involved someone's getting a rather large lump on their own head some time ago, his four lovers could not see exactly what he was doing behind them, except when his head popped into view for their kisses.
"Ryoma . . ." Keigo drawled silkily, as he had actually seen part of Ryoma's doings. "What was that I just saw on your head?
Ryoma came into view at the foot of the bed, carrying a silver tray with one hand. Every jaw dropped and Syuusuke even opened his eyes.
While Ryoma's hair was adorned with a lacily trimmed headpiece that would not have put a French maid to shame, and was probably borrowed from one of the Atobe maids, his headgear was immediately forgotten in favor of what else he was wearing. He had donned a pink apron with lacy white frills - and nothing else.
Ryoma gave a wicked smirk at their reactions, both from their faces and other parts of their body, for they were exactly what he had planned. "I gave the servants a day off, so I made breakfast for you all myself. Are you *hungry*?"
Genichirou gave an audible swallow and even Tezuka looked scared. Ryoma placed his tray in front of the bed on a coffee table, making sure that the other four caught sight of his pert bottom quivering in the air. He was rewarded with a collective groan.
"Oh, now, what's the matter?" Ryoma leered. "I thought you all liked hot crossed buns."
Considering the somewhat naked state of the other four, it was evident that they liked hot crossed buns very much.
"I even have *frosting*," Ryoma continued, picking up a bun. He then dipped his finger into a pot, and slathered the bun with the sugary confection. He then bit down into the sticky treat, giving the most lavish oral praise, and licked his fingers clean of the white liquid.
The only reason the others hadn't jumped him by now was because the handcuffs prevented their doing so. Their half clothed state (They had all gone to bed at different intervals last night and only Syuusuke was totally nude) revealed rather interesting reactions. Keigo, for instance, was sporting the latest in fall fashions - a rather impressive lavender tent in his pajama bottoms.
"Ryoma . . . " Tezuka groaned, himself making an interesting new design in his smiley-face boxers. "I have a meeting this morning that I'm going to be late for at this rate."
"Oh, don't worry. I've already called all of you in sick. It seems you caught something . . . contagious." Ryoma responded with a leer at their aroused states. "No matter," Ryoma continued. "We can still have a nice breakfast in bed. Would you like my *bun* buchou?"
Tezuka made a strangled noise that sounded somewhat affirmative. Ryoma grabbed a bun and ambled over the opposite side of the bed from Tezuka. "How about you, Syuusuke?"
"I'd *love* to taste your buns, Ryoma-kun," Syuusuke responded with one of his ever-present smiles, enjoying Ryoma's little game immensely. Ryoma broke off a piece of the bun and fed it to Syuusuke, who slowly chewed and swallowed it with relish.
"Keigo? How about you?"
Atobe, who at the moment had forgotten all pretence of being 'ore-sama,' was trying desperately to find some sort of stimulation for his poor, acing erection, but failing. He responded to Ryoma's query with a moan.
Ryoma leaned over Fuji, rubbing his chest over the naked man, and dropped the cinnamon pastry into Keigo's mouth, enjoying the vocal responses he received from both men.
"Mada mada dane." Ryoma cooed. "Would you like some, 'Chirou?"
Ryoma was now fully sprawled over Syuusuke and Keigo, languidly rubbing his own erection over their bodies. Genichirou caught Ryoma's fingers as they placed part of the bun in his mouth and slowly sucked them as Ryoma pulled his fingers out.
"Aww, poor buchou!" Ryoma pouted. "He can't even close his mouth!" he grinned lecherously. "I guess I'll have to help him out."
Ryoma popped the last off the bun into his mouth and pressed his lips to Tezuka's, moving parts of the pastry into Tezuka's mouth with his tongue. Tezuka moaned, heat shooting to his face and other regions of his body.
At this point, Ryoma was spread out over all of them, rubbing and rolling over them, occasionally giving a lick to whatever body part he was nearest. Abruptly he stopped, climbing off the mass of limbs back to the tray of pastries. All eyes were on him. Ryoma picked up a silver cockring from the tray and held it up in front of the sweaty men.
"This," Ryoma smiled. "Is for all of you. It's your turn to be uke. I'm going to take you all, one by one." He clipped the ring onto his own cock, which was hard and risen underneath the pink apron.
"I'm not going to come until you all do," he continued, picking up a bottle of lube and generously slathering himself with it. "Syuusuke-kun . . ." he purred. "You get to go first."
Fuji, who had gone to bed without clothes last night (and thanking all the kami for it too), was already heard when Ryoma first started his teasing, but nearly came once that announcement was made. Ryoma sashayed towards him, still wearing the apron, which was partially displaced by his erection.
Ryoma started with a kiss, pressing his lips close to Syuusuke's and delving his tongue in and out of the man's mouth. While his mouth was thus preoccupied, Ryoma's left hand wandered along Keigo's chest, tweaking his nipples and wandering down to grasp and pump the cock that was still encased in the lavender fabric. He maneuvered between the two men, hands caressing and stroking bare skin, while alternately giving kisses and licks to his lovers.
Ryoma traveled southerly, pulling of Atobe's pants to finger his balls, and then gently forced open his entrance, placing first one, then two and three fingers inside and stroking while mirroring the same slow torture on Syuusuke.
The other two watched on in amazement as Ryoma slowly entered Syuusuke, pulling in and out slowly, leaving Fuji writhing underneath him, all the while still teasing Keigo with his fingers.
Syuusuke came quickly, and fell to the mattress with a satisfied moan. Ryoma smirked and moved on to Keigo, who was already arching his back in anticipation of being penetrated. Ryoma went in carefully, still partially lubed from Syuusuke. Keigo moaned and writhed under Ryoma’s touch, unable to move his own hands over the younger man. Ryoma pumped in and out, quickening his pace until Atobe finally came, leaving sticky white trails on Ryoma’s body.
Ryoma moved on with a satisfied smirk to Genichirou, who was rubbing against Atobe’s leg in order to get some stimulation for his neglected cock. Ryoma roughly pushed his ad back with a kiss, covering the older man’s body with his own. Sanada made little mewling noises as Ryoma’s hands wandered along, stripping Sanada while trailing little love bites all down his chest. The silk fabric of the apron caused delicious friction as Ryoma positioned himself at Genichirou’s opening, carefully forcing himself inside while his lover bucked his hips in pleasure.
When Genichirou found his release, the pink apron was smeared with trademark whiteness. Ryoma practically purred as he pulled out and rolled over to the final member of their group.
“Your turn, buchou,” Ryoma arched his own back, leaving his bottom in the air for a few seconds in order to taunt Tezuka more. He leaned down and forcefully kissed his former captain, tongue flicking in and out of Tezuka’s mouth. Saliva trickled from the opening as Ryoma plundered his capture, hands roaming, tweaking nipples and trailing feathery touches down Tezuka’s thighs while the apron rubbed against his risen cock. Tezuka responded appropriately, moaning and leaning into the touch, thrusting towards Ryoma’s body. Ryoma fingered Tezuka’s opening, slowly pushing his digits inside, stroking the sensitive flesh inside. Tezuka whimpered as the fingers were removed, only to gasp as Ryoma pushed himself inside, sliding in and out, torturously extending his pleasure.
Meanwhile, the other three men in the bed were not lying idly by. All of them were sporting newly risen erections, looking hungrily at Ryoma’s aproned bottom.
“Keigo-kun,” Syuusuke blinked slowly, his eyes fixed at the voyeuristic show in front of them. “Would you mind very much if we broke the bed again?”
“Ore-sama will take care of it,” Keigo responded with a grunt, clearly needing more stimulation than he was getting at the moment. “Genichirou, on the count of three.”
Just as Tezuka came, patterning Ryoma’s apron with more white than pink, there was a splintering *CRACK* as Fuji, Atobe and Sanada pulled the edge of the handcuffs straight through the bedposts. Ryoma looked up in surprise, but was quickly jumped on by Sanada, who held him as Syuusuke looked for the key to the handcuffs, finding it in Ryoma’s lacy cap.
“Saa, Ryoma-kun,” Fuji’s opened eyes glinted dangerously. “I think you’ve caught our disease. We’ll need to strip you down and put you to bed right away.”
Sanada came up on Ryoma from behind and rubbed his hands down the front of the apron, brushing his nipples and making sure Ryoma felt his cock rubbing up and down his butt. Atobe reached around from the front and untied the ruined apron, stroking Ryoma’s own erection and removing the cockring from it. Fuji and Tezuka simultaneously lifted the off the apron and cap, making sure that Ryoma could feel both of them against him as well.
Then the four men forced Ryoma down and did not permit him to leave for the rest of the day. It was later agreed that the entire bed should be thrown out, since there was no amount of washing that could possibly remove the cinnamon and frosting stains mixed in with another mysterious white substance.
-Fin-
I have a feeling that a few people are never going to look at me the same way again. *le sigh* Oh well. *snuggles Ryoma-kun*