Kitchen Cat-astrophe
Title: Kitchen Cat-astrophe (One-shot)
Author: stupeur
Betas: hanako & cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Group: Miya/Tatsurou (MUCC)
Summary: Tatsurou wants to get laid. Teto objects.
Notes: My gift to elfling_eryn (dark_eryn) for vk_springsmut. ♥ For the uninitiated, Teto is Tatsurou's adorable pet cat. Loosely based on events that actually happened to me (but that sadly didn't involve hot men in my kitchen). I'm currently working on a three-chapter story that features the same pairing but that's completely different from anything I've written so far, so sit tight. :]
"I'm gonna put out anyway, you know," Miya said as he moved to Tatsurou's side, sliding a hand around his waist as he looked into the pan on the stove.
"You mean I get to be a bastard and get laid?" Tatsurou replied with a smirk, dipping the wooden spoon into the chocolate he had been stirring and handing it to Miya.
Miya chuckled, not even bothering with an answer, and leaned in to take the spoon into his mouth and suck it clean under Tatsurou's attentive gaze. Tatsurou was still amazed by the fact that Miya was obviously unaware of how sexy he looked when he did things like this. Not that he was complaining - he'd found out that the only times when the usually poised Miya had zero control over his facial expressions were when he was either eating or having sex, and he definitely enjoyed looking at him doing either. "It's delicious," Miya said, licking his lips.
Satisfied with the verdict, Tatsurou turned off the oven and set the pan on the table while Miya practically ran to his seat. "Dig in," he said belatedly. A piece of chocolate-dipped banana had already disappeared into Miya's mouth by the time he finished his sentence.
In a matter of minutes, all that remained were a few lone pieces of fruit. Tatsurou had eaten more than his fill before calling it quits, and Miya had been steadily coming up with variations of "I'm full" before relapsing and having a few more bites.
"Can I have it?" he asked, his fork hovering above the last strawberry.
"No," Tatsurou said, grabbing it before dipping it into the chocolate and taking a bite. The smirk he'd held back finally spread on his lips when his eyes encountered Miya's glare, and he held out the small fruit towards his expectant mouth.
Miya parted his lips and was just about to sink his teeth into it, his eyes looking straight into Tatsurou's, when the stem suddenly gave way. The strawberry merely left a chocolate smear on Miya's bottom lip before rolling off the table and falling to the floor.
"Shit," Tatsurou mumbled, leaning down to try and spot it.
He wasn't quick enough, however. Teto had already located it, and a couple of playful bats later, the strawberry had disappeared under the fridge, of all places. Teto ran to stick her muzzle under the fridge and bat her paw frantically in an attempt to reach it. Tatsurou sighed irritatedly and pulled her away before crouching and pressing his cheek to the floor to get a look.
"Can you see it?" Miya asked from somewhere behind him.
"Ngh... hmm... yep, found it." He was about to ask for the broom when Miya handed it to him before he had even said anything. "Thanks."
It took a couple of tries during which Teto had to be neutralized again, but Tatsurou finally managed to push the strawberry back to freedom - along with a dust bunny twice as big as the fruit and a Detroit Metal City magnet he hadn't seen in a couple of years. He wiped the dust off the magnet, put it down on the counter, then grabbed the strawberry.
"Here you go," he said, handing it to Miya.
Miya scrunched up his face in disgust at the sight of the strawberry covered in cat hair and dirt. "I'll pass," he said, setting Teto down on the floor when she started wriggling ferociously to escape his hold.
Tatsurou threw the strawberry into the trash can and wiped his fingers on his sweatpants, then turned around and found himself face to face with Miya. "Sorry for your strawberry," he apologized. The incident was obviously long forgotten, though - Miya's lips were only inches from his, now, and his hands were pressed flat against his chest, caressing it slowly through his t-shirt.
"What strawberry?" Miya murmured between two kisses, a corner of his mouth curved upward.
Tatsurou smirked against his mouth before kissing him again. His tongue found its way between Miya's lips, and Tatsurou felt a flash of heat when he tasted the slight bitterness of the chocolate in his mouth. A shiver ran along Miya's body when Tatsurou's hands snaked under his shirt, his smooth, warm back arching under his fingertips. He broke away from the kiss only long enough to take off Miya's glasses and put them down on the kitchen table. Now free to take Miya's head in his hands, he let his fingers tangle themselves in his freshly showered hair as he kissed him deeply again.
Their lips remained locked for several long minutes. Tatsurou was vaguely aware that Teto was meowing somewhere in the apartment, but he couldn't care less about her calls for attention now. Indeed, he was much more interested in Miya's erection poking into his thigh and Miya's hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his own pants.
His sweatpants slid down to his ankles when Miya untied the drawstring. For once, he didn't comment on his lack of underwear, and he wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke him slowly. Tatsurou closed his eyes as he started to moan lowly, his mouth searching blindly for Miya's before sealing them both into a new kiss. He slid a hand into Miya's boxers to pull him out and return the favor, Miya's moans finally echoing his own.
"Bedroom?" Miya asked, but Tatsurou was in no hurry to move.
"I want to suck your dick," he whispered into Miya's ear, and the sound he let out made it clear that the suggestion was welcome.
Tatsurou kicked off his sweatpants and, seconds later, Miya's t-shirt flew across the room to land into the sink. He kissed Miya's jaw, his half-open mouth sliding along the stubbly jaw until his lips met the prickly hair of his goatee. A shiver ran down his body when he felt the head of Miya's cock slide along the underside of his own, and he somehow worked up the motivation to get onto his knees.
He wrapped his hand around Miya's erection to stroke him as he pressed his lips to his thigh, alternating between kisses and nuzzles. Miya's muffled "fuck" when Tatsurou rubbed his thumb against the slit of his cock was encouraging, and he was just about to take the head into his mouth when he let out a surprised yell much in spite of himself.
Something was batting at his balls.
He turned around, and his glare met Teto's wide-eyed, innocent look. She still had a paw up, ready to give his testicles another beating. "TETO!" he boomed, letting go of Miya's cock to shoo her away, and the cat took off running, not before directing a playful "prrrm" at him.
"What happened?" he asked, slightly out of breath, one eyebrow cocked in surprise.
"She was hitting my balls!" Tatsurou replied vehemently, but his indignation was only met by Miya cracking up. "Shut up," he grumbled, closing his legs to prevent a second offense. He could tell that his face was beet red, and he concluded that the best way to get Miya to stop laughing was to get back to business.
It worked - Miya wasn't laughing anymore when Tatsurou licked the drop of precome that had appeared on the head of his cock. He then let his whole erection slide into his mouth, lightly scraping his teeth along the length to drive his point home, and started sucking him hard. He'd all but forgotten his previous humiliation by the time Miya's fingers slid into his hair to caress his head slowly.
Miya was getting louder by the second and Tatsurou picked up the pace, moaning around Miya's cock when his fingers tugged a bit too hard at his hair. He retaliated by biting very lightly at the head of Miya's cock, tearing a violent shudder and a loud gasp out of him, before sucking him hard and fast again, his fingers tightening their hold around the base of his erection.
"W-Wait... T... T..." Miya stuttered, but Tatsurou didn't stop, relishing the prospect of hearing his own name when he would finally work Miya over the edge. What he got was entirely different, though - a resounding, high-pitched "TETO!" echoed into his ears, the second syllable melting into a strange succession of vowels.
Tatsurou didn't get to ponder the unexpected. The rest was all a blur - Miya was suddenly out of his mouth, Tatsurou's left eye was stinging and stuck shut, and Teto was in the chocolate pan, the sheer indignation evident on her face.
He didn't even have time to consider how satisfying it would be to throw the damn cat out of the window. Miya had broken down into a fast-talking, apologetic mess, and Tatsurou found himself hunched over the sink with the tap running onto his face (and Miya's long forgotten t-shirt) before he even had time to think about grabbing a tissue to clean the come that had landed into his eye.
"What the fuck happened?" he asked once the pain had somewhat subsided, but he immediately regretted his question when some water managed to flow right into his nostrils. Breaking down into tears almost seemed like a reasonable option. Tatsurou had rarely felt so miserable - half-naked and still half-hard despite the whole mess, his sinuses on fire, his walls painted in chocolate and his boyfriend holding his hair back so that it wouldn't get wet from the spray of water rinsing the sperm out of his eye.
"She jumped on the table and landed into the pan," Miya explained with a sigh, patting his back lightly. "How's your eye?"
"I'll live," Tatsurou groaned, grabbing a towel to dry his face. His eye still hurt like a bitch, and it took some effort just to try and keep it open. Yukke would never let him live it down when he showed up at the studio the next day with a sheepish Miya and one bloodshot eye.
Miya gave him what he probably hoped was an encouraging smile. "I'll, uh, I'll wash the cat. You sure you'll be fine?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Tatsurou watched Miya follow the trail of chocolate that led to the living room. Teto was there, desperately trying to lick her fur clean. She really did look like she had been dipped in chocolate, and Tatsurou would have been amused had he not been angry enough to - literally - kick a cat. He sighed and pulled his sweatpants back on before grabbing a roll of paper towels and a sponge.
Next time, he'd heed Miya's suggestion and move to the fucking bedroom.
inflatable boats
Author: stupeur
Betas: hanako & cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Group: Miya/Tatsurou (MUCC)
Summary: Tatsurou wants to get laid. Teto objects.
Notes: My gift to elfling_eryn (dark_eryn) for vk_springsmut. ♥ For the uninitiated, Teto is Tatsurou's adorable pet cat. Loosely based on events that actually happened to me (but that sadly didn't involve hot men in my kitchen). I'm currently working on a three-chapter story that features the same pairing but that's completely different from anything I've written so far, so sit tight. :]
"I'm gonna put out anyway, you know," Miya said as he moved to Tatsurou's side, sliding a hand around his waist as he looked into the pan on the stove.
"You mean I get to be a bastard and get laid?" Tatsurou replied with a smirk, dipping the wooden spoon into the chocolate he had been stirring and handing it to Miya.
Miya chuckled, not even bothering with an answer, and leaned in to take the spoon into his mouth and suck it clean under Tatsurou's attentive gaze. Tatsurou was still amazed by the fact that Miya was obviously unaware of how sexy he looked when he did things like this. Not that he was complaining - he'd found out that the only times when the usually poised Miya had zero control over his facial expressions were when he was either eating or having sex, and he definitely enjoyed looking at him doing either. "It's delicious," Miya said, licking his lips.
Satisfied with the verdict, Tatsurou turned off the oven and set the pan on the table while Miya practically ran to his seat. "Dig in," he said belatedly. A piece of chocolate-dipped banana had already disappeared into Miya's mouth by the time he finished his sentence.
In a matter of minutes, all that remained were a few lone pieces of fruit. Tatsurou had eaten more than his fill before calling it quits, and Miya had been steadily coming up with variations of "I'm full" before relapsing and having a few more bites.
"Can I have it?" he asked, his fork hovering above the last strawberry.
"No," Tatsurou said, grabbing it before dipping it into the chocolate and taking a bite. The smirk he'd held back finally spread on his lips when his eyes encountered Miya's glare, and he held out the small fruit towards his expectant mouth.
Miya parted his lips and was just about to sink his teeth into it, his eyes looking straight into Tatsurou's, when the stem suddenly gave way. The strawberry merely left a chocolate smear on Miya's bottom lip before rolling off the table and falling to the floor.
"Shit," Tatsurou mumbled, leaning down to try and spot it.
He wasn't quick enough, however. Teto had already located it, and a couple of playful bats later, the strawberry had disappeared under the fridge, of all places. Teto ran to stick her muzzle under the fridge and bat her paw frantically in an attempt to reach it. Tatsurou sighed irritatedly and pulled her away before crouching and pressing his cheek to the floor to get a look.
"Can you see it?" Miya asked from somewhere behind him.
"Ngh... hmm... yep, found it." He was about to ask for the broom when Miya handed it to him before he had even said anything. "Thanks."
It took a couple of tries during which Teto had to be neutralized again, but Tatsurou finally managed to push the strawberry back to freedom - along with a dust bunny twice as big as the fruit and a Detroit Metal City magnet he hadn't seen in a couple of years. He wiped the dust off the magnet, put it down on the counter, then grabbed the strawberry.
"Here you go," he said, handing it to Miya.
Miya scrunched up his face in disgust at the sight of the strawberry covered in cat hair and dirt. "I'll pass," he said, setting Teto down on the floor when she started wriggling ferociously to escape his hold.
Tatsurou threw the strawberry into the trash can and wiped his fingers on his sweatpants, then turned around and found himself face to face with Miya. "Sorry for your strawberry," he apologized. The incident was obviously long forgotten, though - Miya's lips were only inches from his, now, and his hands were pressed flat against his chest, caressing it slowly through his t-shirt.
"What strawberry?" Miya murmured between two kisses, a corner of his mouth curved upward.
Tatsurou smirked against his mouth before kissing him again. His tongue found its way between Miya's lips, and Tatsurou felt a flash of heat when he tasted the slight bitterness of the chocolate in his mouth. A shiver ran along Miya's body when Tatsurou's hands snaked under his shirt, his smooth, warm back arching under his fingertips. He broke away from the kiss only long enough to take off Miya's glasses and put them down on the kitchen table. Now free to take Miya's head in his hands, he let his fingers tangle themselves in his freshly showered hair as he kissed him deeply again.
Their lips remained locked for several long minutes. Tatsurou was vaguely aware that Teto was meowing somewhere in the apartment, but he couldn't care less about her calls for attention now. Indeed, he was much more interested in Miya's erection poking into his thigh and Miya's hand slowly rubbing the bulge in his own pants.
His sweatpants slid down to his ankles when Miya untied the drawstring. For once, he didn't comment on his lack of underwear, and he wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke him slowly. Tatsurou closed his eyes as he started to moan lowly, his mouth searching blindly for Miya's before sealing them both into a new kiss. He slid a hand into Miya's boxers to pull him out and return the favor, Miya's moans finally echoing his own.
"Bedroom?" Miya asked, but Tatsurou was in no hurry to move.
"I want to suck your dick," he whispered into Miya's ear, and the sound he let out made it clear that the suggestion was welcome.
Tatsurou kicked off his sweatpants and, seconds later, Miya's t-shirt flew across the room to land into the sink. He kissed Miya's jaw, his half-open mouth sliding along the stubbly jaw until his lips met the prickly hair of his goatee. A shiver ran down his body when he felt the head of Miya's cock slide along the underside of his own, and he somehow worked up the motivation to get onto his knees.
He wrapped his hand around Miya's erection to stroke him as he pressed his lips to his thigh, alternating between kisses and nuzzles. Miya's muffled "fuck" when Tatsurou rubbed his thumb against the slit of his cock was encouraging, and he was just about to take the head into his mouth when he let out a surprised yell much in spite of himself.
Something was batting at his balls.
He turned around, and his glare met Teto's wide-eyed, innocent look. She still had a paw up, ready to give his testicles another beating. "TETO!" he boomed, letting go of Miya's cock to shoo her away, and the cat took off running, not before directing a playful "prrrm" at him.
"What happened?" he asked, slightly out of breath, one eyebrow cocked in surprise.
"She was hitting my balls!" Tatsurou replied vehemently, but his indignation was only met by Miya cracking up. "Shut up," he grumbled, closing his legs to prevent a second offense. He could tell that his face was beet red, and he concluded that the best way to get Miya to stop laughing was to get back to business.
It worked - Miya wasn't laughing anymore when Tatsurou licked the drop of precome that had appeared on the head of his cock. He then let his whole erection slide into his mouth, lightly scraping his teeth along the length to drive his point home, and started sucking him hard. He'd all but forgotten his previous humiliation by the time Miya's fingers slid into his hair to caress his head slowly.
Miya was getting louder by the second and Tatsurou picked up the pace, moaning around Miya's cock when his fingers tugged a bit too hard at his hair. He retaliated by biting very lightly at the head of Miya's cock, tearing a violent shudder and a loud gasp out of him, before sucking him hard and fast again, his fingers tightening their hold around the base of his erection.
"W-Wait... T... T..." Miya stuttered, but Tatsurou didn't stop, relishing the prospect of hearing his own name when he would finally work Miya over the edge. What he got was entirely different, though - a resounding, high-pitched "TETO!" echoed into his ears, the second syllable melting into a strange succession of vowels.
Tatsurou didn't get to ponder the unexpected. The rest was all a blur - Miya was suddenly out of his mouth, Tatsurou's left eye was stinging and stuck shut, and Teto was in the chocolate pan, the sheer indignation evident on her face.
He didn't even have time to consider how satisfying it would be to throw the damn cat out of the window. Miya had broken down into a fast-talking, apologetic mess, and Tatsurou found himself hunched over the sink with the tap running onto his face (and Miya's long forgotten t-shirt) before he even had time to think about grabbing a tissue to clean the come that had landed into his eye.
"What the fuck happened?" he asked once the pain had somewhat subsided, but he immediately regretted his question when some water managed to flow right into his nostrils. Breaking down into tears almost seemed like a reasonable option. Tatsurou had rarely felt so miserable - half-naked and still half-hard despite the whole mess, his sinuses on fire, his walls painted in chocolate and his boyfriend holding his hair back so that it wouldn't get wet from the spray of water rinsing the sperm out of his eye.
"She jumped on the table and landed into the pan," Miya explained with a sigh, patting his back lightly. "How's your eye?"
"I'll live," Tatsurou groaned, grabbing a towel to dry his face. His eye still hurt like a bitch, and it took some effort just to try and keep it open. Yukke would never let him live it down when he showed up at the studio the next day with a sheepish Miya and one bloodshot eye.
Miya gave him what he probably hoped was an encouraging smile. "I'll, uh, I'll wash the cat. You sure you'll be fine?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Tatsurou watched Miya follow the trail of chocolate that led to the living room. Teto was there, desperately trying to lick her fur clean. She really did look like she had been dipped in chocolate, and Tatsurou would have been amused had he not been angry enough to - literally - kick a cat. He sighed and pulled his sweatpants back on before grabbing a roll of paper towels and a sponge.
Next time, he'd heed Miya's suggestion and move to the fucking bedroom.
inflatable boats