[Yami no Matsuei] "Oral Delights" (R)
Author's Note: Written for < lj user="10_kink_bingo">'s "food". Muraki/Tsuzuki. Set in a more or less alternate universe; rating for somewhat explicit references (though no actual naughty doings going on).
"Red velvet," Tsuzuki said.
"Do you mean the fabric, or... which?" Muraki asked, sleepily, his head pillowed on Tsuzuki's hip, where he had settled after practically draining the shinigami dry through his shaft.
"The cake, idiot; you should know better," Tsuzuki retorted. "And you claim to know so much about me."
"Admittedly, I was the kind of young man who had to be reminded to eat, but when I did, my appetite was prodigious," Muraki replied, running his fingers along the inside of the shinigami's thighs. "In some ways, that has changed."
"So... what do I taste like?" Tsuzuki replied, trying to keep his focus elsewhere, and not on the tingling sensation that Muraki's touch inspired.
"Hmm, seminal fluid tends to have a salty taste, generally speaking," Muraki replied. "But yours is different: deeper and richer than what I find in common mortals, dare I say, bitter and yet sweet at the same time."
"Well... the bitter part makes sense, because of what I am," Tsuzuki admitted. "And the sweet part: that must be from all the sweet stuff I eat, I take it?"
"Hmm, not likely," Muraki replied, sitting up . "But perhaps your generally sweet disposition has something to do with it."
"So does that mean everyone has a different taste all their own?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Every person's energy tastes a little different, though human energy has some common flavors. Everyone's energy has a different aura to it and that does manifest as an actual flavor," Muraki said, shifting position to lay down beside Tsuzuki.
"So, is that why you... well.. nibble on a lot of different people?" Tsuzuki asked, as his keeper slipped an arm about his waist, drawing him closer.
"One of the reasons," Muraki admitted, angling his head onto Tsuzuki's pillow and against his shoulder. "The other is that it isn't healthy for someone like me to feed on one person alone all the time. There are risks to the health and well-being of the donor and to the receiver as well."
"That makes sense," Tsuzuki said, leaning his cheek against Muraki's hair. "But... you keep coming back to me."
Muraki chuckled. "Nothing to say that one can't have a favorite dish, even a staple to one's diet, which you have often."
"So... what does that make me, a bowl of rice with coconut milk?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Mmm, with a slice of red velvet cake on the side," Muraki said, kissing the angle of Tsuzuki's neck before settling down.
"Red velvet," Tsuzuki said.
"Do you mean the fabric, or... which?" Muraki asked, sleepily, his head pillowed on Tsuzuki's hip, where he had settled after practically draining the shinigami dry through his shaft.
"The cake, idiot; you should know better," Tsuzuki retorted. "And you claim to know so much about me."
"Admittedly, I was the kind of young man who had to be reminded to eat, but when I did, my appetite was prodigious," Muraki replied, running his fingers along the inside of the shinigami's thighs. "In some ways, that has changed."
"So... what do I taste like?" Tsuzuki replied, trying to keep his focus elsewhere, and not on the tingling sensation that Muraki's touch inspired.
"Hmm, seminal fluid tends to have a salty taste, generally speaking," Muraki replied. "But yours is different: deeper and richer than what I find in common mortals, dare I say, bitter and yet sweet at the same time."
"Well... the bitter part makes sense, because of what I am," Tsuzuki admitted. "And the sweet part: that must be from all the sweet stuff I eat, I take it?"
"Hmm, not likely," Muraki replied, sitting up . "But perhaps your generally sweet disposition has something to do with it."
"So does that mean everyone has a different taste all their own?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Every person's energy tastes a little different, though human energy has some common flavors. Everyone's energy has a different aura to it and that does manifest as an actual flavor," Muraki said, shifting position to lay down beside Tsuzuki.
"So, is that why you... well.. nibble on a lot of different people?" Tsuzuki asked, as his keeper slipped an arm about his waist, drawing him closer.
"One of the reasons," Muraki admitted, angling his head onto Tsuzuki's pillow and against his shoulder. "The other is that it isn't healthy for someone like me to feed on one person alone all the time. There are risks to the health and well-being of the donor and to the receiver as well."
"That makes sense," Tsuzuki said, leaning his cheek against Muraki's hair. "But... you keep coming back to me."
Muraki chuckled. "Nothing to say that one can't have a favorite dish, even a staple to one's diet, which you have often."
"So... what does that make me, a bowl of rice with coconut milk?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Mmm, with a slice of red velvet cake on the side," Muraki said, kissing the angle of Tsuzuki's neck before settling down.