Strawberries Remedy Everything [ToraxHiroto] [Oneshot]
Title: Strawberries Remedy Everything [Oneshot]
Band/Pairing: ToraxHiroto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vague sex. Strawberries. :D
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the words.
Summary: When did they get strawberries?
The house was cold and Tora seemed to be unaffected by it. To Hiroto at least.
The smaller man was currently under plenty of layers of blankets, clothed in a tank top, two sweatshirts, two pairs of sweat pants, three pairs of socks, and even a beanie to top it off.
Bare feet slapped across wooden floors and into the abyss of the kitchen. Tora was already awake, searching for coffee and the cool air outside of the inferno in the bedroom. He had no idea why Hiroto was this cold. The first day of spring had already passed and the snow outside had began to melt almost completely.
Before he knew it, Hiroto could hear Tora make his way back upstairs and the strong aroma of coffee seep into his lungs.
Counting each step by the thud of feet, Hiroto was prepared for Tora to slip back into bed. But the blonde felt the bed dip beside him and couldn't help but pop his head out from the confines of his cocoon.
"It's not that cold." Tora blinked down at Hiroto, little shadows of stubble dotting his chin.
Hiroto's lips pulled downward in a pout.
"It is that cold," he retorted, voice scratchy with sleep.
"Is it too cold for strawberries?"
About to turn away and disappear into the blankets once more, Hiroto's eyebrows rose.
Strawberries?
"You bought me strawberries?" His eyes sparkled, spotting the carton of strawberries in Tora's lap.
Nodding, Tora set his coffee mug on the bed side table as Hiroto sat up fully in bed, sea foam colored beanie sitting lopsidedly on his head. Tora hopped onto the mattress and crossed his legs, clad only in a pair of grey briefs.
"Open." Hiroto's mouth slid open as Tora pressed a large, slick strawberry between his lips. Biting down into the fruit, the sweet, juicy taste assaulted Hiroto's tongue. And the juice itself, by the second bite, ran down the corners of his mouth and down his neck.
After the fifth mouth-fed strawberry, Tora had left the carton beside his own cooling coffee, pulled the blankets from Hiroto's snug body and was licking the juices from his mouth and neck. He also noticed Hiroto's neck as it flushed a deep maroon, was almost close to the color of the strawberries.
"Hot..." Hiroto moaned softly, licking his lips. Sweat began to bead at his temples, across his forehead, even within the confines of his layered body.
"Really?" Tora teased, sitting atop Hiroto's hips and lips attacking his neck.
Had Hiroto finally gotten warm like he wanted to be? If getting warm meant ravishing the other, Tora would've done so the night before when Hiroto bundled himself up for the ice age.
Squirming uncomfortably underneath the older man, Hiroto whined loudly, trying to tug off his sweatshirts but to no avail. Tora had pinned his arms up above his head.
"Why...Tora, take them off..." Hiroto gasped, hips lifting upwards in annoyance.
Grinning devilishly, Tora set Hiroto's arms free and began divesting the other of his mountains of clothes. Sweatshirt after sweatshirt down to pants after pants. Finally, Hiroto lay in just a pair of flannel boxers and a tank top.
"What possessed you to even think of wearing that many pairs of clothes?" Tora mumbled in-between hard and soft kisses, sweat already trickling down his neck from the effort of undressing a grown man from at least twelve pieces of clothing.
"I was cold," Hiroto groaned as Tora slipped off his boxers.
Their bodies slid against one another, sweat and hot breath mixing together deliciously as every touch set Hiroto's body on fire and he thought to himself vaguely why oh why he didn't just instigate this last night. But then he remembered that Tora had come home late from work and he was moping around their house, trying to decide a color for the bathroom downstairs.
Then it got unbearably cold, it was late, Tora wasn't home and he was tired. That's when it all started and he had put on every pair of clothes he could find. He barely remembered Tora coming to bed after he had fallen asleep, but he heard him get up that morning for some reason and the little warmth Tora provided was gone until he returned with strawberries.
When did they get strawberries?
All too soon, Tora was sliding into him and the world went fuzzy as they struck up a leisure rhythm together. Whispered pleas of 'more' and 'yes' were the only sounds besides labored breaths, kisses, and moans.
Hiroto's head shook side to side when Tora's hand snaked between their bodies and gripped him firmly, pumping in time with their thrusts. Reaching up, the blonde brought their mouths together messily, tasting remnants of strawberries between tongues, lips, teeth.
"Tora, I can't --" Shuddering, Hiroto came and Tora followed soon after, riding out his orgasm and slumping atop the smaller in a heap of limbs.
Breathing still irregular, Tora lifted his head to stare at Hiroto with a smirk.
"Is it that cold?"
Opening one eye, Hiroto eyed Tora beadily for a moment.
"No, it's not." Pulling Tora's head down for another kiss, Hiroto wrapped himself up in the older man. "I just have to remember that the next time I'm cold, to put you on instead."
Laughing, Tora brushed away the hair that stuck to Hiroto's forehead.
"When did you buy those strawberries?" Hiroto ventured to ask, face buried in Tora's neck.
"Last night before I came home."
"Oh. They were good."
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A/N; Oh man. Wow. suckage -die-
Band/Pairing: ToraxHiroto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vague sex. Strawberries. :D
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the words.
Summary: When did they get strawberries?
The house was cold and Tora seemed to be unaffected by it. To Hiroto at least.
The smaller man was currently under plenty of layers of blankets, clothed in a tank top, two sweatshirts, two pairs of sweat pants, three pairs of socks, and even a beanie to top it off.
Bare feet slapped across wooden floors and into the abyss of the kitchen. Tora was already awake, searching for coffee and the cool air outside of the inferno in the bedroom. He had no idea why Hiroto was this cold. The first day of spring had already passed and the snow outside had began to melt almost completely.
Before he knew it, Hiroto could hear Tora make his way back upstairs and the strong aroma of coffee seep into his lungs.
Counting each step by the thud of feet, Hiroto was prepared for Tora to slip back into bed. But the blonde felt the bed dip beside him and couldn't help but pop his head out from the confines of his cocoon.
"It's not that cold." Tora blinked down at Hiroto, little shadows of stubble dotting his chin.
Hiroto's lips pulled downward in a pout.
"It is that cold," he retorted, voice scratchy with sleep.
"Is it too cold for strawberries?"
About to turn away and disappear into the blankets once more, Hiroto's eyebrows rose.
Strawberries?
"You bought me strawberries?" His eyes sparkled, spotting the carton of strawberries in Tora's lap.
Nodding, Tora set his coffee mug on the bed side table as Hiroto sat up fully in bed, sea foam colored beanie sitting lopsidedly on his head. Tora hopped onto the mattress and crossed his legs, clad only in a pair of grey briefs.
"Open." Hiroto's mouth slid open as Tora pressed a large, slick strawberry between his lips. Biting down into the fruit, the sweet, juicy taste assaulted Hiroto's tongue. And the juice itself, by the second bite, ran down the corners of his mouth and down his neck.
After the fifth mouth-fed strawberry, Tora had left the carton beside his own cooling coffee, pulled the blankets from Hiroto's snug body and was licking the juices from his mouth and neck. He also noticed Hiroto's neck as it flushed a deep maroon, was almost close to the color of the strawberries.
"Hot..." Hiroto moaned softly, licking his lips. Sweat began to bead at his temples, across his forehead, even within the confines of his layered body.
"Really?" Tora teased, sitting atop Hiroto's hips and lips attacking his neck.
Had Hiroto finally gotten warm like he wanted to be? If getting warm meant ravishing the other, Tora would've done so the night before when Hiroto bundled himself up for the ice age.
Squirming uncomfortably underneath the older man, Hiroto whined loudly, trying to tug off his sweatshirts but to no avail. Tora had pinned his arms up above his head.
"Why...Tora, take them off..." Hiroto gasped, hips lifting upwards in annoyance.
Grinning devilishly, Tora set Hiroto's arms free and began divesting the other of his mountains of clothes. Sweatshirt after sweatshirt down to pants after pants. Finally, Hiroto lay in just a pair of flannel boxers and a tank top.
"What possessed you to even think of wearing that many pairs of clothes?" Tora mumbled in-between hard and soft kisses, sweat already trickling down his neck from the effort of undressing a grown man from at least twelve pieces of clothing.
"I was cold," Hiroto groaned as Tora slipped off his boxers.
Their bodies slid against one another, sweat and hot breath mixing together deliciously as every touch set Hiroto's body on fire and he thought to himself vaguely why oh why he didn't just instigate this last night. But then he remembered that Tora had come home late from work and he was moping around their house, trying to decide a color for the bathroom downstairs.
Then it got unbearably cold, it was late, Tora wasn't home and he was tired. That's when it all started and he had put on every pair of clothes he could find. He barely remembered Tora coming to bed after he had fallen asleep, but he heard him get up that morning for some reason and the little warmth Tora provided was gone until he returned with strawberries.
When did they get strawberries?
All too soon, Tora was sliding into him and the world went fuzzy as they struck up a leisure rhythm together. Whispered pleas of 'more' and 'yes' were the only sounds besides labored breaths, kisses, and moans.
Hiroto's head shook side to side when Tora's hand snaked between their bodies and gripped him firmly, pumping in time with their thrusts. Reaching up, the blonde brought their mouths together messily, tasting remnants of strawberries between tongues, lips, teeth.
"Tora, I can't --" Shuddering, Hiroto came and Tora followed soon after, riding out his orgasm and slumping atop the smaller in a heap of limbs.
Breathing still irregular, Tora lifted his head to stare at Hiroto with a smirk.
"Is it that cold?"
Opening one eye, Hiroto eyed Tora beadily for a moment.
"No, it's not." Pulling Tora's head down for another kiss, Hiroto wrapped himself up in the older man. "I just have to remember that the next time I'm cold, to put you on instead."
Laughing, Tora brushed away the hair that stuck to Hiroto's forehead.
"When did you buy those strawberries?" Hiroto ventured to ask, face buried in Tora's neck.
"Last night before I came home."
"Oh. They were good."
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A/N; Oh man. Wow. suckage -die-