Two Weeks and One Sandwich [Junjou Romantica | R | Asahina/Isaka]
Title: Two Weeks and One Sandwich
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Asahina/Isaka
Rating: R
Summary: Asahina makes sure Isaka eats... sort of. >.>
Notes: Stolen prompt from junjou100 of 'The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.' - Carl Jung. Completely fell in love with this pairing after reading Junjou Mistake. Quickly beta'd - will come back when I have more time to iron out the rest of the kinks, if any.
Word Count: 2,106
The loud thwack! of the newspaper on his legs made Isaka jump.
"Feet off the table."
He glared. "But I'm at home!"
Asahina merely hit him in the shins again.
"Damn it, Asahina!" grumbled Isaka as he lowered his legs. "You won't let me sit like this in the office, you won't let me sit in comfort here-"
"You have a couch, Ryouichirou-sama," interrupted Asahina, pointing to said piece of furniture. "Go sit on it."
"It's not the same!"
Asahina, as per usual, didn't seem to care. Isaka made a face at his retreating back, wincing when his voice echoed from the kitchen: "I saw that."
Sometimes- Most of the time, Isaka still felt like a little kid being bossed around by Asahina. Even after being together ten years, his cheeks still flushed red at the idea of calling him by his first name: Kaoru. He hoped he hadn't accidentally mumbled it in his sleep; it would be pointless (and annoying) if he missed the first few times he'd been able to say it.
He called him that sometimes when Asahina wasn't around to watch his face or read his thoughts. There had been a stretch of two and a half weeks where he'd practiced in front of a mirror, trying to keep his face calm, without a trace of red; after three weeks, he'd given up, since the only result had been more frequent check-ups by Asahina as to whether he had a fever, the touch on his forehead making him even redder.
There was no need to embarrass himself like that again.
Lying back on the couch, Isaka raised one hand behind him, propping up his head and reading the words before him. He barely noticed Asahina at all, until he heard a voice that was partly cold but mostly polite that he'd been brought a sandwich.
Isaka blinked, looking up at Asahina. "Isn't dinner soon? Or is this dinner?"
"Dinner is in three hours," replied Asahina. "But you haven't eaten lunch."
"Yeah, I did-" rebutted Isaka.
"That was at 10:00 in the morning."
Isaka blinked, checking his watch, which indicated it was just before 4:00 PM. "... Really? Doesn't feel like it."
"Sit up."
Serious eyes met annoyed ones and Isaka brought his knees to his chest, waiting for Asahina to sit at the other end of the couch. Asahina sighed, placing the serving platter on the coffee table before sitting, already prepared for the legs that laid over his thighs.
Isaka buried his face the manuscript before him - partly in earnest, partly to avoid the expected glare from Asahina at him acting so affectionate.
"Ryouichirou-sama," said Asahina plainly.
"Hmm?" Don't ask me to move my legs, don't ask me to move my legs... Isaka pleaded silently. He'd been so busy with work and he knew Asahina was patient but he wasn't, and he'd missed these little touches. A week and a half was a long time to go without the intimacy he was used to on a daily basis.
"You can't eat lying down like that."
Isaka looked up from his book and Asahina sighed.
"Sit up," he repeated.
"I don't want-"
"I won't make you move your legs." Asahina leaned over, positioning the tray over his lap and Isaka's legs. Isaka meanwhile was busy staring - were Asahina's cheeks just a little pinker?! Or was that his imagination?
He looked at the plate, then at Asahina. "You're... are you really going to..."
Asahina broke apart a manageable portion of the sandwich and placed one hand beneath it as he raised it to Isaka's lips.
No way! thought Isaka.
"Open wide."
"Asahina, you don't have to- mmmph!" Isaka chewed as the food was shoved into his mouth, teeth clenching angrily. He'd expected the gesture to be sweet, but it had all of Asahina's regular formality with a slight tinge of abuse.
"Are you ready for a second bite?" asked Asahina, breaking off another piece and holding it to Isaka's mouth.
"Wait a minute!" said Isaka, guarding his open mouth with one hand. "You're supposed to be nicer about this!"
"Nicer?"
"Yeah!"
"Hmm."
"..."
Asahina leaned in, the proximity making Isaka's heart pound a little bit faster. "And why would I do that?" he asked gently.
"... Because!" said Isaka, pouting visibly.
"Servants are supposed to be efficient, Ryouchirou-sama," said Asahina, his tone methodical and practiced. "And I-"
"You're not just my servant," said Isaka, getting angry. "You're..." His voice wavered, cheeks pink. "You're my lover as well!" He grabbed Asahina's hand roughly, positioning it more kindly in front of his mouth. "So do it nicely!"
Asahina checked his watch, quickly running through how much time they would have before the promotional event they both had to attend later that night for a book Isaka had helped edit severely.
Judging the time to be sufficient, his eyes lowered their gaze to Isaka's lips. They hadn't so much as shared a kiss in four days, and no sex in 10... Isaka might be having difficulty, but Asahina found it far more troubling to lay with empty arms for longer than a week. He was at his limit, and now Isaka wanted to be fed kindly, when it was all he could do not to force Isaka onto the couch or nearby desk and strip him until they were nothing but a mess of skin, heat and desperate movement?
"Fine," he said, bringing the bit of sandwich to his lips and holding it there. Slowly, he leaned in against Isaka, waiting for the other man to take the bite from him.
Isaka trembled slightly, not used at to such an open display from Asahina. Starved (though not solely for food), he leaned in the rest of the way, carefully taking the small piece of sandwich from Asahina's lips into his own, opening his mouth to receive the food and chew - his own mouth still so close to Asahina's.
He stayed quiet as the motion was repeated, again and again, tongues beginning to slip out for short licks against each other's lips. Isaka could barely taste what he was eating, his whole body screaming for more touches, the fastly-formed hardness in his trousers growing more insistent.
At the fifth bite, he couldn't help it and bit down on Asahina's lower lip, heart skipping as the hand on his leg squeezed in surprise. Isaka's mouth opened wider and Asahina dived in; one hand positioning the platter clumsily onto the coffee table as he shifted their positions, climbing on top. His hands worked quickly, unbuttoning Isaka's shirt, mouth moving against his neck, chest and stomach - wet and hungry and soft, allowing Isaka's hardness to press into his own chest as he whimpered.
Next were Isaka's pants, which Asahina had no trouble unbuttoning and unzipping, carefully tugging them downward enough to expose Isaka's cock before his mouth closed over the tip, sucking lightly. His head lowered and Isaka gripped the couch cushion more tightly, the heady-wet sounds making his stomach clench in anticipation - until he was coming, hard and fast and too much down Asahina's throat.
"Ka... "
Asahina wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "What did you say?"
"Huh?"
"Earlier... you sounded like you said something."
Isaka's face reddened. "I didn't say anything!" He pushed at Asahina's chest. "Get off me! I have work to-"
Asahina grabbed at the hand. His eyes were half-lidded and dark - something that easily renewed Isaka's erection. Clean-cut, polite, honourable Asahina looked so... perverted when he had that look on his face.
Isaka had to admit that he liked it.
But even if he did, he still protested as Asahina removed his own clothes, pulling off Isaka's trousers completely in the process. "Asahina! What are you-"
"I think it's pretty obvious what I'm about to do," said Asahina, lowering back on top of him, cock rubbing back and forth against Isaka's groin. "Don't you? Ryouichirou-sama."
He watched as Asahina wet his fingers, then braced his body for the slow intrusion. Asahina always managed to be gentle somehow, even when they were rushing - which they were now, Asahina's cock leaking against Isaka's thigh. Isaka bucked his hips upward just as Asahina's fingers left him; positioned himself above the cock that filled him a little too quickly, not allowing him ample time to adjust.
"What's your... hurry?" gasped Isaka, trying to relax his body as that same hardness pounded into him, thrusts growing stronger as his body got wetter in response.
Asahina rested his forehead against Isaka's, thrusting shallowly during his response. "It's been nearly two weeks," he explained as he pushed in deeply, holding himself there beneath Isaka's squirming. "You aren't the only one who enjoys this, you know."
"... Ahnnn... nnngh," nodded Isaka as Asahina pulled out just a little before pushing in again. Asahina held him tightly, continuing to thrust inside while enjoying the soft moans he was causing in Isaka, whose face had gotten older (as had his own), but always looked like Isaka, which made him feel both comforted and turned on: a strange confluence of feelings.
Their cheeks rested against each other, both red and flushed with exertion as Asahina continued to move within Isaka, both close to climaxing. Isaka's breathing was unsteady, his arms reaching up to grab Asahina and pull him close, hips meeting Asahina's thrusts.
"Ka... mmmm... Kaoru," groaned Isaka as he came a second time, splashing white against his own stomach as well as Asahina's.
It was too much - Isaka saying his name, and like that, all while coming so hard-
Asahina came with a deep groan, burying himself fully within Isaka and thrusting twice more, as if to get even deeper. He felt Isaka's ass tighten around him, drawing more shudders from his body as he spurted the last of his release inside.
Placing one hand against Isaka's flushed cheek and trying to calm down, Asahina looked at the parted lips and tanned skin. He leaned in, kissing the swollen lips softly, sucking the lower one into his own mouth just once before letting go.
He pushed himself upward, blinking down at Isaka when he felt a hand clamp around his wrist.
"... Did you hear me?" asked Isaka, doing his best to look Asahina in the eye while being personally mortified that the thing he'd just been thinking about - how difficult saying Kaoru really was - had just slipped out in the heat of passion, when it rarely had before.
"Yes," answered Asahina.
"Oh," said Isaka, his grip loosening. "And... you didn't mind it?"
He would blame it on tiredness later when he leaned down and kissed Isaka instead of answering; he wasn't usually that openly-affectionate, because he knew the distance between himself and Isaka. He hadn't wanted to push that line, if Isaka wasn't ready; even after ten years, he wasn't sure if he was ready.
"That wasn't an answer," said Isaka when he pulled away.
"It's the best one you're getting," responded Asahina, pulling out and re-grouping their clothes. He shoved Isaka's at his master, picking up his own in his hand. He stopped when he heard Isaka's voice asking him where the hell he was going naked like that?!
"The shower," he answered, looking over his shoulder.
"Oi!" called Isaka, grabbing his own clothes and hovering near Asahina. "You expect me to get dressed when I'm... messier than you are down there?!"
Asahina looked at him - down, then up - making Isaka flush and look away. He reached for his wrist, pulling him along as he continued walking towards the shower.
"Where are we going?" demanded Isaka.
"Shower."
"Bastard! I already said-"
Asahina turned, their bodies skimming against each other, both warming at the clumsy contact. "I'll wash your back," he said meaningfully before turning around again and leading them closer to the nearest tub. "And I'll make sure you don't accidentally drown."
Isaka grimaced. "Would it kill you to be a little more romantic sometimes?"
"It might."
"Some servant you are," muttered Isaka as they entered the bathroom, Asahina running warm water into the elegant bathtub.
"Lover," he corrected, drawing Isaka closer. "Ryouichirou-sama."
"Oh, shut up and start kissing me again."
Eyes heavily-lidded and lips parted in what could almost pass for a smile, Asahina leaned in, body responding to Isaka's command.
"Yes, sir."
By: worblehat
Fandom: Junjou Romantica
Pairing: Asahina/Isaka
Rating: R
Summary: Asahina makes sure Isaka eats... sort of. >.>
Notes: Stolen prompt from junjou100 of 'The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.' - Carl Jung. Completely fell in love with this pairing after reading Junjou Mistake. Quickly beta'd - will come back when I have more time to iron out the rest of the kinks, if any.
Word Count: 2,106
The loud thwack! of the newspaper on his legs made Isaka jump.
"Feet off the table."
He glared. "But I'm at home!"
Asahina merely hit him in the shins again.
"Damn it, Asahina!" grumbled Isaka as he lowered his legs. "You won't let me sit like this in the office, you won't let me sit in comfort here-"
"You have a couch, Ryouichirou-sama," interrupted Asahina, pointing to said piece of furniture. "Go sit on it."
"It's not the same!"
Asahina, as per usual, didn't seem to care. Isaka made a face at his retreating back, wincing when his voice echoed from the kitchen: "I saw that."
Sometimes- Most of the time, Isaka still felt like a little kid being bossed around by Asahina. Even after being together ten years, his cheeks still flushed red at the idea of calling him by his first name: Kaoru. He hoped he hadn't accidentally mumbled it in his sleep; it would be pointless (and annoying) if he missed the first few times he'd been able to say it.
He called him that sometimes when Asahina wasn't around to watch his face or read his thoughts. There had been a stretch of two and a half weeks where he'd practiced in front of a mirror, trying to keep his face calm, without a trace of red; after three weeks, he'd given up, since the only result had been more frequent check-ups by Asahina as to whether he had a fever, the touch on his forehead making him even redder.
There was no need to embarrass himself like that again.
Lying back on the couch, Isaka raised one hand behind him, propping up his head and reading the words before him. He barely noticed Asahina at all, until he heard a voice that was partly cold but mostly polite that he'd been brought a sandwich.
Isaka blinked, looking up at Asahina. "Isn't dinner soon? Or is this dinner?"
"Dinner is in three hours," replied Asahina. "But you haven't eaten lunch."
"Yeah, I did-" rebutted Isaka.
"That was at 10:00 in the morning."
Isaka blinked, checking his watch, which indicated it was just before 4:00 PM. "... Really? Doesn't feel like it."
"Sit up."
Serious eyes met annoyed ones and Isaka brought his knees to his chest, waiting for Asahina to sit at the other end of the couch. Asahina sighed, placing the serving platter on the coffee table before sitting, already prepared for the legs that laid over his thighs.
Isaka buried his face the manuscript before him - partly in earnest, partly to avoid the expected glare from Asahina at him acting so affectionate.
"Ryouichirou-sama," said Asahina plainly.
"Hmm?" Don't ask me to move my legs, don't ask me to move my legs... Isaka pleaded silently. He'd been so busy with work and he knew Asahina was patient but he wasn't, and he'd missed these little touches. A week and a half was a long time to go without the intimacy he was used to on a daily basis.
"You can't eat lying down like that."
Isaka looked up from his book and Asahina sighed.
"Sit up," he repeated.
"I don't want-"
"I won't make you move your legs." Asahina leaned over, positioning the tray over his lap and Isaka's legs. Isaka meanwhile was busy staring - were Asahina's cheeks just a little pinker?! Or was that his imagination?
He looked at the plate, then at Asahina. "You're... are you really going to..."
Asahina broke apart a manageable portion of the sandwich and placed one hand beneath it as he raised it to Isaka's lips.
No way! thought Isaka.
"Open wide."
"Asahina, you don't have to- mmmph!" Isaka chewed as the food was shoved into his mouth, teeth clenching angrily. He'd expected the gesture to be sweet, but it had all of Asahina's regular formality with a slight tinge of abuse.
"Are you ready for a second bite?" asked Asahina, breaking off another piece and holding it to Isaka's mouth.
"Wait a minute!" said Isaka, guarding his open mouth with one hand. "You're supposed to be nicer about this!"
"Nicer?"
"Yeah!"
"Hmm."
"..."
Asahina leaned in, the proximity making Isaka's heart pound a little bit faster. "And why would I do that?" he asked gently.
"... Because!" said Isaka, pouting visibly.
"Servants are supposed to be efficient, Ryouchirou-sama," said Asahina, his tone methodical and practiced. "And I-"
"You're not just my servant," said Isaka, getting angry. "You're..." His voice wavered, cheeks pink. "You're my lover as well!" He grabbed Asahina's hand roughly, positioning it more kindly in front of his mouth. "So do it nicely!"
Asahina checked his watch, quickly running through how much time they would have before the promotional event they both had to attend later that night for a book Isaka had helped edit severely.
Judging the time to be sufficient, his eyes lowered their gaze to Isaka's lips. They hadn't so much as shared a kiss in four days, and no sex in 10... Isaka might be having difficulty, but Asahina found it far more troubling to lay with empty arms for longer than a week. He was at his limit, and now Isaka wanted to be fed kindly, when it was all he could do not to force Isaka onto the couch or nearby desk and strip him until they were nothing but a mess of skin, heat and desperate movement?
"Fine," he said, bringing the bit of sandwich to his lips and holding it there. Slowly, he leaned in against Isaka, waiting for the other man to take the bite from him.
Isaka trembled slightly, not used at to such an open display from Asahina. Starved (though not solely for food), he leaned in the rest of the way, carefully taking the small piece of sandwich from Asahina's lips into his own, opening his mouth to receive the food and chew - his own mouth still so close to Asahina's.
He stayed quiet as the motion was repeated, again and again, tongues beginning to slip out for short licks against each other's lips. Isaka could barely taste what he was eating, his whole body screaming for more touches, the fastly-formed hardness in his trousers growing more insistent.
At the fifth bite, he couldn't help it and bit down on Asahina's lower lip, heart skipping as the hand on his leg squeezed in surprise. Isaka's mouth opened wider and Asahina dived in; one hand positioning the platter clumsily onto the coffee table as he shifted their positions, climbing on top. His hands worked quickly, unbuttoning Isaka's shirt, mouth moving against his neck, chest and stomach - wet and hungry and soft, allowing Isaka's hardness to press into his own chest as he whimpered.
Next were Isaka's pants, which Asahina had no trouble unbuttoning and unzipping, carefully tugging them downward enough to expose Isaka's cock before his mouth closed over the tip, sucking lightly. His head lowered and Isaka gripped the couch cushion more tightly, the heady-wet sounds making his stomach clench in anticipation - until he was coming, hard and fast and too much down Asahina's throat.
"Ka... "
Asahina wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "What did you say?"
"Huh?"
"Earlier... you sounded like you said something."
Isaka's face reddened. "I didn't say anything!" He pushed at Asahina's chest. "Get off me! I have work to-"
Asahina grabbed at the hand. His eyes were half-lidded and dark - something that easily renewed Isaka's erection. Clean-cut, polite, honourable Asahina looked so... perverted when he had that look on his face.
Isaka had to admit that he liked it.
But even if he did, he still protested as Asahina removed his own clothes, pulling off Isaka's trousers completely in the process. "Asahina! What are you-"
"I think it's pretty obvious what I'm about to do," said Asahina, lowering back on top of him, cock rubbing back and forth against Isaka's groin. "Don't you? Ryouichirou-sama."
He watched as Asahina wet his fingers, then braced his body for the slow intrusion. Asahina always managed to be gentle somehow, even when they were rushing - which they were now, Asahina's cock leaking against Isaka's thigh. Isaka bucked his hips upward just as Asahina's fingers left him; positioned himself above the cock that filled him a little too quickly, not allowing him ample time to adjust.
"What's your... hurry?" gasped Isaka, trying to relax his body as that same hardness pounded into him, thrusts growing stronger as his body got wetter in response.
Asahina rested his forehead against Isaka's, thrusting shallowly during his response. "It's been nearly two weeks," he explained as he pushed in deeply, holding himself there beneath Isaka's squirming. "You aren't the only one who enjoys this, you know."
"... Ahnnn... nnngh," nodded Isaka as Asahina pulled out just a little before pushing in again. Asahina held him tightly, continuing to thrust inside while enjoying the soft moans he was causing in Isaka, whose face had gotten older (as had his own), but always looked like Isaka, which made him feel both comforted and turned on: a strange confluence of feelings.
Their cheeks rested against each other, both red and flushed with exertion as Asahina continued to move within Isaka, both close to climaxing. Isaka's breathing was unsteady, his arms reaching up to grab Asahina and pull him close, hips meeting Asahina's thrusts.
"Ka... mmmm... Kaoru," groaned Isaka as he came a second time, splashing white against his own stomach as well as Asahina's.
It was too much - Isaka saying his name, and like that, all while coming so hard-
Asahina came with a deep groan, burying himself fully within Isaka and thrusting twice more, as if to get even deeper. He felt Isaka's ass tighten around him, drawing more shudders from his body as he spurted the last of his release inside.
Placing one hand against Isaka's flushed cheek and trying to calm down, Asahina looked at the parted lips and tanned skin. He leaned in, kissing the swollen lips softly, sucking the lower one into his own mouth just once before letting go.
He pushed himself upward, blinking down at Isaka when he felt a hand clamp around his wrist.
"... Did you hear me?" asked Isaka, doing his best to look Asahina in the eye while being personally mortified that the thing he'd just been thinking about - how difficult saying Kaoru really was - had just slipped out in the heat of passion, when it rarely had before.
"Yes," answered Asahina.
"Oh," said Isaka, his grip loosening. "And... you didn't mind it?"
He would blame it on tiredness later when he leaned down and kissed Isaka instead of answering; he wasn't usually that openly-affectionate, because he knew the distance between himself and Isaka. He hadn't wanted to push that line, if Isaka wasn't ready; even after ten years, he wasn't sure if he was ready.
"That wasn't an answer," said Isaka when he pulled away.
"It's the best one you're getting," responded Asahina, pulling out and re-grouping their clothes. He shoved Isaka's at his master, picking up his own in his hand. He stopped when he heard Isaka's voice asking him where the hell he was going naked like that?!
"The shower," he answered, looking over his shoulder.
"Oi!" called Isaka, grabbing his own clothes and hovering near Asahina. "You expect me to get dressed when I'm... messier than you are down there?!"
Asahina looked at him - down, then up - making Isaka flush and look away. He reached for his wrist, pulling him along as he continued walking towards the shower.
"Where are we going?" demanded Isaka.
"Shower."
"Bastard! I already said-"
Asahina turned, their bodies skimming against each other, both warming at the clumsy contact. "I'll wash your back," he said meaningfully before turning around again and leading them closer to the nearest tub. "And I'll make sure you don't accidentally drown."
Isaka grimaced. "Would it kill you to be a little more romantic sometimes?"
"It might."
"Some servant you are," muttered Isaka as they entered the bathroom, Asahina running warm water into the elegant bathtub.
"Lover," he corrected, drawing Isaka closer. "Ryouichirou-sama."
"Oh, shut up and start kissing me again."
Eyes heavily-lidded and lips parted in what could almost pass for a smile, Asahina leaned in, body responding to Isaka's command.
"Yes, sir."