[Fanfic] ごちそうさま (Gochisousama)
I saw a certain item on a certain Japanese restaurant’s menu last night, and I just couldn’t help myself. OTL
Somehow I feel I should apologize to Japan for this.
Title: ごちそうさま (Gochisousama)
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Kiku
Rating: PG to M, I think. Depends on how similar your imagination is to Arthur's.
Warnings: Food pr0n. Well, maybe.
Summary: Arthur walks into a Japanese restaurant. He sees the menu. His imagination takes over from there.
It was purely nostalgia that found Arthur’s feet walking as if by their own accord into the little eatery bearing Japanese characters on its signboard. The next thing Arthur knew he was seated, a menu placed into his hands, the waitress politely bowing and backing away from his table. Blinking at the suddenness of it all, he opened the menu.
The waitress took Arthur’s order quietly, carefully ignoring his scarlet ears and face, and delivered it to his table just as silently when it was ready. Breaking apart the wooden chopsticks with something close to reverence, Arthur bowed his head, put his hands together in thanks and finally unleashed his imagination to run unrestrained, wild and free as he plunged into his meal.
This was his neck, here the inside of his thighs which when bitten elicits a moan
The back of his knees, kissed so gently
His stomach, his chest, where a single bite causes much struggle and cries
His back, his shoulders, his hair black silk entangled between Arthur’s fingers
His pale cheeks, flushed with embarrassment and something deeper
His parted lips, the shell of his ear, a single flick of the tongue and see how he trembles
His skin slick with sweat and slippery, hands clutching and sliding and grasping
His voice, softer then louder, whispers changing to moans to cries
Lower and higher, faster and harder and more, more
MORE
*
"Thank you for the meal."
Kiku stared at the text message on his cell phone. He mentally calculated the time it was over in England at the moment and concluded that the sender must be drunk again. Reading the message once more, he decided to humor his friend.
"You are very welcomed."
Arthur could not find it in himself to look Kiku in the face again for a long time after that.
Somehow I feel I should apologize to Japan for this.
Title: ごちそうさま (Gochisousama)
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Kiku
Rating: PG to M, I think. Depends on how similar your imagination is to Arthur's.
Warnings: Food pr0n. Well, maybe.
Summary: Arthur walks into a Japanese restaurant. He sees the menu. His imagination takes over from there.
It was purely nostalgia that found Arthur’s feet walking as if by their own accord into the little eatery bearing Japanese characters on its signboard. The next thing Arthur knew he was seated, a menu placed into his hands, the waitress politely bowing and backing away from his table. Blinking at the suddenness of it all, he opened the menu.
The waitress took Arthur’s order quietly, carefully ignoring his scarlet ears and face, and delivered it to his table just as silently when it was ready. Breaking apart the wooden chopsticks with something close to reverence, Arthur bowed his head, put his hands together in thanks and finally unleashed his imagination to run unrestrained, wild and free as he plunged into his meal.
This was his neck, here the inside of his thighs which when bitten elicits a moan
The back of his knees, kissed so gently
His stomach, his chest, where a single bite causes much struggle and cries
His back, his shoulders, his hair black silk entangled between Arthur’s fingers
His pale cheeks, flushed with embarrassment and something deeper
His parted lips, the shell of his ear, a single flick of the tongue and see how he trembles
His skin slick with sweat and slippery, hands clutching and sliding and grasping
His voice, softer then louder, whispers changing to moans to cries
Lower and higher, faster and harder and more, more
MORE
*
"Thank you for the meal."
Kiku stared at the text message on his cell phone. He mentally calculated the time it was over in England at the moment and concluded that the sender must be drunk again. Reading the message once more, he decided to humor his friend.
"You are very welcomed."
Arthur could not find it in himself to look Kiku in the face again for a long time after that.