alice nine; taking a taste
Taking a Taste
Shou/Hiroto, pg
He picked up a slice of watermelon and carefully bit off a bit - clearly different from the way you guessed he had earlier been eating it - judging from the mess around his mouth. Silently you wondered if it was because of you.
A/N: For my Food-series, and first Shou/Hiroto, woo :D
Shou/Hiroto - Watermelon
Hiroto looked up with a start as you entered the kitchen, and smiled at you. You couldn’t help but to laugh at the adorable sight he made: tousled, brown hair; bright eyes; a taint of pink on his cheeks; red lips that glistered with something moist; fruit juice around his mouth and some on his cheeks, a drop rolling down his jaw.
“Eating watermelon are we?” you said and plopped down on a chair next to his. He smiled sheepishly at you.
“It’s good,” he said, almost defending. You tousled his hair a bit more - thinking that it was amazing how this guy could manage to look so mature and, you had to admit it, sexy on screen and on stage but without his make-up, without all that extra he looked younger and vulnerable and yet he wasn’t at all vulnerable; he amazed you. He glared at you and you laughed again. He picked up a slice of watermelon and carefully bit off a bit - clearly different from the way you guessed he had earlier been eating it - judging from the mess around his mouth. Silently you wondered if it was because of you.
“Taste,” he said suddenly. You just smiled at him with closed lips. “Aw, Shou, taste.” He held up a piece of the red fruit in front of your lips, the sweet scent of it wandering up into your nostrils, making your mouth water slightly. You pushed away his hand. He frowned at you but ate the piece himself instead. When he had swallowed, you leaned forward, placing both hands on each side of his head and pulled his face close to yours, crushing your lips together. You wasted no time in prying his very willing lips open and let your tongue wander in, tasting every inch of his mouth. You moaned at the taste of the sweet watermelon and him. When you pulled away, his cheeks were redder and you were both breathing a tad heavier.
“You’re right, it was delicious,” you said with a grin and wiped away some fruit juice from around his mouth.
“I offered you a taste of the watermelon,” he protested.
“And I took a taste.” You grinned again. “You’re impossible,” he sighed before putting another piece of watermelon into his mouth. You just laughed.
The End
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Shou/Hiroto, pg
He picked up a slice of watermelon and carefully bit off a bit - clearly different from the way you guessed he had earlier been eating it - judging from the mess around his mouth. Silently you wondered if it was because of you.
A/N: For my Food-series, and first Shou/Hiroto, woo :D
Shou/Hiroto - Watermelon
Hiroto looked up with a start as you entered the kitchen, and smiled at you. You couldn’t help but to laugh at the adorable sight he made: tousled, brown hair; bright eyes; a taint of pink on his cheeks; red lips that glistered with something moist; fruit juice around his mouth and some on his cheeks, a drop rolling down his jaw.
“Eating watermelon are we?” you said and plopped down on a chair next to his. He smiled sheepishly at you.
“It’s good,” he said, almost defending. You tousled his hair a bit more - thinking that it was amazing how this guy could manage to look so mature and, you had to admit it, sexy on screen and on stage but without his make-up, without all that extra he looked younger and vulnerable and yet he wasn’t at all vulnerable; he amazed you. He glared at you and you laughed again. He picked up a slice of watermelon and carefully bit off a bit - clearly different from the way you guessed he had earlier been eating it - judging from the mess around his mouth. Silently you wondered if it was because of you.
“Taste,” he said suddenly. You just smiled at him with closed lips. “Aw, Shou, taste.” He held up a piece of the red fruit in front of your lips, the sweet scent of it wandering up into your nostrils, making your mouth water slightly. You pushed away his hand. He frowned at you but ate the piece himself instead. When he had swallowed, you leaned forward, placing both hands on each side of his head and pulled his face close to yours, crushing your lips together. You wasted no time in prying his very willing lips open and let your tongue wander in, tasting every inch of his mouth. You moaned at the taste of the sweet watermelon and him. When you pulled away, his cheeks were redder and you were both breathing a tad heavier.
“You’re right, it was delicious,” you said with a grin and wiped away some fruit juice from around his mouth.
“I offered you a taste of the watermelon,” he protested.
“And I took a taste.” You grinned again. “You’re impossible,” he sighed before putting another piece of watermelon into his mouth. You just laughed.
The End
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