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Title: chocolate sauce
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Matsuaimiya
Word Count: 1481
Notes: This is not a request 'fic (but I am still working on them, promise!). This is something I wrote for a JE kink meme that started back in May (the kink being chocolate sauce and the threesome being Matsuaimiya). The original poster of the meme never organized the confessions, but I figure that four months later it's safe to post here. I've cleaned it up and added to it, but it's largely the same as the original comment 'fic I posted.
The three were sitting together in Jun's kitchen, Aiba practically bouncing in his chair while Jun and Nino half-heartedly swirled spoons through what were supposed to be ice cream sundaes but had somehow become a compilation of everything containing even a hint of sugar according to the ingredients label. (An experiment which was, naturally, entirely Aiba's fault.)
The idea struck Aiba while he was licking a spilled drop of chocolate sauce off the back of his hand and musing that it was a little salty. Chocolate sauce wasn't supposed to taste salty. Did skin change the taste of chocolate? Did the type of skin make a different? His eyes lit up and he dropped his spoon, looking over at his two friends.
From across the table, Jun kicked Aiba's shin. "No."
"Ow!" Aiba pouted, turning huge, hurt eyes to Nino. "He kicked me."
Nino shrugged, pulling up a sticky glop of something and watching it run from his spoon to the bowl in a long string. "You do have that look in your eye."
Aiba pouted more. "But I didn't even ask for anything yet."
"The answer is still 'no'," Jun said sternly.
"What if it's a really good idea?"
"It won't be."
"Even if we’d be tying down Nino and covering him in chocolate sauce?" Aiba asked, smiling innocently.
The responses were instantaneous. Jun grew thoughtful and looked at the smaller man. Nino stood so quickly the chair fell down, backing away. "No! See, Jun was right - that's a terrible idea. Nino and chocolate do not go together: we’re not compatible tastes."
Unfortunately, he backed himself straight into Jun's kitchen wall. The other two stood as one, advancing slowly, and Nino thought, entirely too sinisterly for anything to end well. The matching grins were the most disturbing part.
Nino swallowed, eyeing the bottle of chocolate sauce in Aiba's hand and attempting to inch away. "Guys? Guys, really. Chocolate and Ninos are not a good idea. Have you ever had chocolate on Nino? It's not good. It's too salty. Really."
He inched right into Jun's waiting body, and blinked. When the hell had Jun gotten there?
"That's cheating!"
"That's what makes this fun," Jun said. He wrapped warm and inviting arms around Nino's own, right over his elbows, and pinned them to Nino's sides, effectively trapping him.
Aiba advanced with the chocolate, pouring a little onto his finger and licking it off. Over Nino’s shoulder, his eyes met Jun’s, and he grinned at the youngest. "Subject: Chocolate on Aiba. Result: Fairly normal, a hint of salt - likely from skin."
He poured a little onto Jun's hand, kneeling in front of Nino to lick it off. Neither looked away from the other. If anything, Nino's eyes became a little darker. "Subject: Chocolate on Jun. Result: Better. Tastes a little like lavendar. Expect this may be due to soap."
Nino licked his lips, automatically, as though trying to taste it from Aiba's description. Aiba's eyes moved over to Jun's as he stood, smiling. Jun smiled back, and positively grinned when Aiba motioned for him to pull the shirt (large and loose on the slight man already because it was one of Aiba's) away from Nino's shoulder. He did so quickly.
Nino blinked when his shoulder was bared, and remembered that he was supposed to be protesting. He struggled half heartedly in Jun's arms, but Aiba had already upturned the bottle and was pouring a line of sauce down his neck and onto his shoulder.
Jun's mouth was on his neck and Aiba's tongue lapping at his shoulder a moment later, and it was all Nino could do to stay upright. His head fell to the side and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip at the other two licked his skin clean. It took all his willpower not to whine when they were done.
"Subject: Chocolate on Nino," Aiba said quietly, licking down Nino's collarbone for no reason other than it was at hand to lick. "Result: Extremely good while Nino is pinned. Surprisingly fruity."
"Hey!" Nino protested, defensively, "It was the only kind of soap on sale."
Jun's mouth on his ear silenced him quite effectively. "New hypothesis," he said between nibbles, voice rough, "Chocolate on Nino: Better when subject is naked."
The bottle of chocolate sauce laid at Nino’s feet, forgotten, while Aiba happily got on with declothing the slight man from the waist down. Jun took charge of Nino's shirt, keeping a wary eye on Nino in case he decided to run off - but Nino was surprisingly docile. He even stepped out of his pants willingly when Aiba ran long fingers up his calves.
They had him naked, flushed under his covering of chocolate, and panting against the wall ten minutes later, working in tandem to make him jerk and moan. Jun caught Aiba's eye as he kissed down Nino's side (Aiba being busy up by Nino's neck) and circled his finger in the air. Turn him around.
Aiba grinned and Jun pulled away just long enough to accomodate the movement that was Nino being pressed chest-first against Aiba, and Aiba was back to the wall. ("Oi!" said Nino in half-hearted protest, and neither of them paid attention.)
The youngest dropped to his knees, arms wrapped around Nino’s waist and working quickly to flick open the button of Aiba’s pants. Aiba upturned the chocolate sauce down Nino's back a second later, giggling softly as a thin trail ran straight for Jun’s mouth. The tallest licked it away from Nino’s skin slowly, standing as he did, giving Aiba the chance to wriggle out of his pants and boxers and kick them away.
Jun attached his mouth to Aiba's over Nino's shoulder as soon as it was within reach, the flavor of chocolate permeating the kiss. When he broke away, they were panting and Nino was rocking against Aiba impatiently.
Jun smirked. "New experiment: Chocolate sauce and sex - what is the fuss about?"
"If either of you so much as think about using it for lube, I'll kick you both and tell Sho-chan you need to be sent back to school," said Nino.
Aiba bit down on his ear and Jun bit down on the nape of his neck. Nino moaned and went nearly limp between them. One small hand went out to brace itself on Aiba's hip; the other wrapped around Aiba's erection loosely. The older man groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, and rolled his hips into Nino's hand automatically, but the younger man's grip remained loose and un-fulfilling.
"Okay. No lube. Chocolate lube. Whatever," Aiba gasped.
Jun rolled his hips forward, and spoke into Nino's ear. "You finish undressing him. I'll be right back."
It took effort, but he managed to drag himself away, racing to the bathroom and grabbing the lube, yanking off his shirt and undoing his fly as he did so. He was greeted by the sight of Nino and Aiba, both gloriously nude and kissing hungrily - Nino pinned to the table under Aiba’s larger frame, arms held over his head by one of Aiba’s hands - on his return.
Jun pushed his pants down, kicked them away lazily (and made a silent vow to put all their clothes in the laundry as soon as this was done), and slipped around behind Aiba, kissing down the older man’s spine. Aiba greeted the action by moaning into his kiss with Nino loudly enough for Jun to hear.
The youngest undid the lube quickly, squeezing a lot of it sloppily onto his fingers and then taking Aiba’s free hand in his, wiping some off. Aiba, as far as Jun could see, wiggled his fingers around to spread the lube on them and he knew by the way the older man’s elbow came back and Nino jerked and whined that Aiba was stretching the slighter man.
The soft whines made an excellent soundtrack when harmonized with Aiba’s shuddery gasps, Jun decided, stretching Aiba slowly.
After that Jun lost track of which limb belong to whom and he wasn’t quite sure how Nino suddenly had such long legs but one of them was over his and Aiba’s shoulders and one was wrapped around his back. He couldn't think much of anything except more, tight, warm, good, either. He moved to a chorus of moans and keens and noises that he was sure were whimpers, but couldn't place who they belonged to for blackmail later.
There was a high pitched cry and Nino's legs tightened. Jun bit down on Aiba's shoulder and the older man's body jerked, trembling as it slowed. The youngest followed after, hands clutching at Aiba's side and Nino's thigh. Nino's small hands were on Jun's sides, stroking gently, all of them panting into the silence.
Naturally, it couldn’t last.
Aiba looked back and forth between Jun and Nino, grinning brightly. "We forgot to try it with the chocolate sauce."
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Matsuaimiya
Word Count: 1481
Notes: This is not a request 'fic (but I am still working on them, promise!). This is something I wrote for a JE kink meme that started back in May (the kink being chocolate sauce and the threesome being Matsuaimiya). The original poster of the meme never organized the confessions, but I figure that four months later it's safe to post here. I've cleaned it up and added to it, but it's largely the same as the original comment 'fic I posted.
The three were sitting together in Jun's kitchen, Aiba practically bouncing in his chair while Jun and Nino half-heartedly swirled spoons through what were supposed to be ice cream sundaes but had somehow become a compilation of everything containing even a hint of sugar according to the ingredients label. (An experiment which was, naturally, entirely Aiba's fault.)
The idea struck Aiba while he was licking a spilled drop of chocolate sauce off the back of his hand and musing that it was a little salty. Chocolate sauce wasn't supposed to taste salty. Did skin change the taste of chocolate? Did the type of skin make a different? His eyes lit up and he dropped his spoon, looking over at his two friends.
From across the table, Jun kicked Aiba's shin. "No."
"Ow!" Aiba pouted, turning huge, hurt eyes to Nino. "He kicked me."
Nino shrugged, pulling up a sticky glop of something and watching it run from his spoon to the bowl in a long string. "You do have that look in your eye."
Aiba pouted more. "But I didn't even ask for anything yet."
"The answer is still 'no'," Jun said sternly.
"What if it's a really good idea?"
"It won't be."
"Even if we’d be tying down Nino and covering him in chocolate sauce?" Aiba asked, smiling innocently.
The responses were instantaneous. Jun grew thoughtful and looked at the smaller man. Nino stood so quickly the chair fell down, backing away. "No! See, Jun was right - that's a terrible idea. Nino and chocolate do not go together: we’re not compatible tastes."
Unfortunately, he backed himself straight into Jun's kitchen wall. The other two stood as one, advancing slowly, and Nino thought, entirely too sinisterly for anything to end well. The matching grins were the most disturbing part.
Nino swallowed, eyeing the bottle of chocolate sauce in Aiba's hand and attempting to inch away. "Guys? Guys, really. Chocolate and Ninos are not a good idea. Have you ever had chocolate on Nino? It's not good. It's too salty. Really."
He inched right into Jun's waiting body, and blinked. When the hell had Jun gotten there?
"That's cheating!"
"That's what makes this fun," Jun said. He wrapped warm and inviting arms around Nino's own, right over his elbows, and pinned them to Nino's sides, effectively trapping him.
Aiba advanced with the chocolate, pouring a little onto his finger and licking it off. Over Nino’s shoulder, his eyes met Jun’s, and he grinned at the youngest. "Subject: Chocolate on Aiba. Result: Fairly normal, a hint of salt - likely from skin."
He poured a little onto Jun's hand, kneeling in front of Nino to lick it off. Neither looked away from the other. If anything, Nino's eyes became a little darker. "Subject: Chocolate on Jun. Result: Better. Tastes a little like lavendar. Expect this may be due to soap."
Nino licked his lips, automatically, as though trying to taste it from Aiba's description. Aiba's eyes moved over to Jun's as he stood, smiling. Jun smiled back, and positively grinned when Aiba motioned for him to pull the shirt (large and loose on the slight man already because it was one of Aiba's) away from Nino's shoulder. He did so quickly.
Nino blinked when his shoulder was bared, and remembered that he was supposed to be protesting. He struggled half heartedly in Jun's arms, but Aiba had already upturned the bottle and was pouring a line of sauce down his neck and onto his shoulder.
Jun's mouth was on his neck and Aiba's tongue lapping at his shoulder a moment later, and it was all Nino could do to stay upright. His head fell to the side and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip at the other two licked his skin clean. It took all his willpower not to whine when they were done.
"Subject: Chocolate on Nino," Aiba said quietly, licking down Nino's collarbone for no reason other than it was at hand to lick. "Result: Extremely good while Nino is pinned. Surprisingly fruity."
"Hey!" Nino protested, defensively, "It was the only kind of soap on sale."
Jun's mouth on his ear silenced him quite effectively. "New hypothesis," he said between nibbles, voice rough, "Chocolate on Nino: Better when subject is naked."
The bottle of chocolate sauce laid at Nino’s feet, forgotten, while Aiba happily got on with declothing the slight man from the waist down. Jun took charge of Nino's shirt, keeping a wary eye on Nino in case he decided to run off - but Nino was surprisingly docile. He even stepped out of his pants willingly when Aiba ran long fingers up his calves.
They had him naked, flushed under his covering of chocolate, and panting against the wall ten minutes later, working in tandem to make him jerk and moan. Jun caught Aiba's eye as he kissed down Nino's side (Aiba being busy up by Nino's neck) and circled his finger in the air. Turn him around.
Aiba grinned and Jun pulled away just long enough to accomodate the movement that was Nino being pressed chest-first against Aiba, and Aiba was back to the wall. ("Oi!" said Nino in half-hearted protest, and neither of them paid attention.)
The youngest dropped to his knees, arms wrapped around Nino’s waist and working quickly to flick open the button of Aiba’s pants. Aiba upturned the chocolate sauce down Nino's back a second later, giggling softly as a thin trail ran straight for Jun’s mouth. The tallest licked it away from Nino’s skin slowly, standing as he did, giving Aiba the chance to wriggle out of his pants and boxers and kick them away.
Jun attached his mouth to Aiba's over Nino's shoulder as soon as it was within reach, the flavor of chocolate permeating the kiss. When he broke away, they were panting and Nino was rocking against Aiba impatiently.
Jun smirked. "New experiment: Chocolate sauce and sex - what is the fuss about?"
"If either of you so much as think about using it for lube, I'll kick you both and tell Sho-chan you need to be sent back to school," said Nino.
Aiba bit down on his ear and Jun bit down on the nape of his neck. Nino moaned and went nearly limp between them. One small hand went out to brace itself on Aiba's hip; the other wrapped around Aiba's erection loosely. The older man groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, and rolled his hips into Nino's hand automatically, but the younger man's grip remained loose and un-fulfilling.
"Okay. No lube. Chocolate lube. Whatever," Aiba gasped.
Jun rolled his hips forward, and spoke into Nino's ear. "You finish undressing him. I'll be right back."
It took effort, but he managed to drag himself away, racing to the bathroom and grabbing the lube, yanking off his shirt and undoing his fly as he did so. He was greeted by the sight of Nino and Aiba, both gloriously nude and kissing hungrily - Nino pinned to the table under Aiba’s larger frame, arms held over his head by one of Aiba’s hands - on his return.
Jun pushed his pants down, kicked them away lazily (and made a silent vow to put all their clothes in the laundry as soon as this was done), and slipped around behind Aiba, kissing down the older man’s spine. Aiba greeted the action by moaning into his kiss with Nino loudly enough for Jun to hear.
The youngest undid the lube quickly, squeezing a lot of it sloppily onto his fingers and then taking Aiba’s free hand in his, wiping some off. Aiba, as far as Jun could see, wiggled his fingers around to spread the lube on them and he knew by the way the older man’s elbow came back and Nino jerked and whined that Aiba was stretching the slighter man.
The soft whines made an excellent soundtrack when harmonized with Aiba’s shuddery gasps, Jun decided, stretching Aiba slowly.
After that Jun lost track of which limb belong to whom and he wasn’t quite sure how Nino suddenly had such long legs but one of them was over his and Aiba’s shoulders and one was wrapped around his back. He couldn't think much of anything except more, tight, warm, good, either. He moved to a chorus of moans and keens and noises that he was sure were whimpers, but couldn't place who they belonged to for blackmail later.
There was a high pitched cry and Nino's legs tightened. Jun bit down on Aiba's shoulder and the older man's body jerked, trembling as it slowed. The youngest followed after, hands clutching at Aiba's side and Nino's thigh. Nino's small hands were on Jun's sides, stroking gently, all of them panting into the silence.
Naturally, it couldn’t last.
Aiba looked back and forth between Jun and Nino, grinning brightly. "We forgot to try it with the chocolate sauce."