[Team 3] Fun with food
A quick and dirty Kisumai/Fujikita fic.
Enjoy
Rated PG13 for innuendo and questionable use of food.
“Porn, they call that porn? That is just pictures of food.”
“Right, Nika, that is what it is called ‘food porn’. The pictures are supposed to make the food look enticing.” Senga snapped back, the pair of them huddled over his keitai, looking at pictures on the small screen. It was another random Senga English lesson time, after his jerk chicken j-web lesson he has been on a ‘hey, look what I learned’ kick. Though management forbid him from talking about food porn in his j-web. Not appropriate.
That did not, however, stop him from looking at food pictures on his phone, and arguing about what looked good, what didn't, and why it was a horrible idea to model food to look like human anatomy.
“Besides,” Nika commented with a huff, “how can food to pornographic? It is just food. And even if you do something with chocolate sauce, it’s not the sauce that's sexy. I just don't get it.”
“Food can totally be pornographic. You are missing the point.” Senga argued back. Their bickering continued even as the others entered the room, and Miyata got dragged into the conversation, as they asked his opinion on food and sex.
What everyone missed, however, was the look and the arched eyebrow that Kitayama shot Fujigaya, and the brief smile back. And the look of horror that passed along Tamamori’s face, which only grew worse as both Fujigaya and Kitayama shot his identical looks of innocence.
“Don’t worry, Tama.” Nika chimed in with a laugh, totally misunderstanding the reason for the look of horror. “Miyacchi isn’t telling us to many of your dirty bedroom secrets.”
Perhaps the others should have found is suspicious when they received an invitation from Fujigaya and Kitayama for dinner. But the two has been getting along much better these days, and everyone was convinced there was something going on between the two. And Yokoo seemed unconcerned. So it was probably legitimate. Tamamori tired his best to get out of it, but everyone else was going, so he had no choice. Besides, it was an izakaya, and those were always fun.
Except the longer dinner went on, the more everyone was glad that it was a party room. Comments were hissed between band members, though Tamamori mostly just whimpered, and Miyata watched with interest.
“Did Mitsu just use his tongue to lap at the sauce on the meat?”
“What is Gaya doing licking the mayo off his fingers like that? Does he have to swirl his tongue to much?”
“I have never seen anyone slurp a tomato like that.”
“Did he just moan around a sausage?”
There was dead silence when Kitayama offered Fujigaya the last piece of chicken off of his meat skewer, and other wrapping his lips around the piece of chicken, which was down near Kitayama’s fingers before sucking on it. His eyes were locked with Kitayama’s as the other slid the stick off of the meat, and the piece of chicken disappeared into Fujigaya’s mouth. After a moment his tongue darted out getting the last bits of sauce and juice that lingered on his lips.
“So good.” Fujigaya moaned happily, leaning back, and Kitayama just hmmed his agreement.
As much as the others hated to admit it, it was oddly attractive. Accompanied by the happy food moans, and entirely unnecessary slurping noises, anyone would be aroused. It was Fujigaya Taisuke and Kitayama Hiromitsu after all. And the longer the evening went on, the worse it got. Until almost everyone at the table had a problem.
“Are you done yet?” Tamamori finally snapped, looking anywhere but at the other two front men.
“Done? Tama, that was only an introduction to food porn.” Kitayama drawled with a grin, laughing at the understanding that flashed across the others faces. He stood up and moved to the door, Fujigaya following him. “We will see you later, we have some things to take care of at home. We have the bill, as promised. But remember, this was just the beginners level, Taisuke and I don't think that you are ready for the advanced course.”
rikikomori, tag!
Enjoy
Rated PG13 for innuendo and questionable use of food.
“Porn, they call that porn? That is just pictures of food.”
“Right, Nika, that is what it is called ‘food porn’. The pictures are supposed to make the food look enticing.” Senga snapped back, the pair of them huddled over his keitai, looking at pictures on the small screen. It was another random Senga English lesson time, after his jerk chicken j-web lesson he has been on a ‘hey, look what I learned’ kick. Though management forbid him from talking about food porn in his j-web. Not appropriate.
That did not, however, stop him from looking at food pictures on his phone, and arguing about what looked good, what didn't, and why it was a horrible idea to model food to look like human anatomy.
“Besides,” Nika commented with a huff, “how can food to pornographic? It is just food. And even if you do something with chocolate sauce, it’s not the sauce that's sexy. I just don't get it.”
“Food can totally be pornographic. You are missing the point.” Senga argued back. Their bickering continued even as the others entered the room, and Miyata got dragged into the conversation, as they asked his opinion on food and sex.
What everyone missed, however, was the look and the arched eyebrow that Kitayama shot Fujigaya, and the brief smile back. And the look of horror that passed along Tamamori’s face, which only grew worse as both Fujigaya and Kitayama shot his identical looks of innocence.
“Don’t worry, Tama.” Nika chimed in with a laugh, totally misunderstanding the reason for the look of horror. “Miyacchi isn’t telling us to many of your dirty bedroom secrets.”
Perhaps the others should have found is suspicious when they received an invitation from Fujigaya and Kitayama for dinner. But the two has been getting along much better these days, and everyone was convinced there was something going on between the two. And Yokoo seemed unconcerned. So it was probably legitimate. Tamamori tired his best to get out of it, but everyone else was going, so he had no choice. Besides, it was an izakaya, and those were always fun.
Except the longer dinner went on, the more everyone was glad that it was a party room. Comments were hissed between band members, though Tamamori mostly just whimpered, and Miyata watched with interest.
“Did Mitsu just use his tongue to lap at the sauce on the meat?”
“What is Gaya doing licking the mayo off his fingers like that? Does he have to swirl his tongue to much?”
“I have never seen anyone slurp a tomato like that.”
“Did he just moan around a sausage?”
There was dead silence when Kitayama offered Fujigaya the last piece of chicken off of his meat skewer, and other wrapping his lips around the piece of chicken, which was down near Kitayama’s fingers before sucking on it. His eyes were locked with Kitayama’s as the other slid the stick off of the meat, and the piece of chicken disappeared into Fujigaya’s mouth. After a moment his tongue darted out getting the last bits of sauce and juice that lingered on his lips.
“So good.” Fujigaya moaned happily, leaning back, and Kitayama just hmmed his agreement.
As much as the others hated to admit it, it was oddly attractive. Accompanied by the happy food moans, and entirely unnecessary slurping noises, anyone would be aroused. It was Fujigaya Taisuke and Kitayama Hiromitsu after all. And the longer the evening went on, the worse it got. Until almost everyone at the table had a problem.
“Are you done yet?” Tamamori finally snapped, looking anywhere but at the other two front men.
“Done? Tama, that was only an introduction to food porn.” Kitayama drawled with a grin, laughing at the understanding that flashed across the others faces. He stood up and moved to the door, Fujigaya following him. “We will see you later, we have some things to take care of at home. We have the bill, as promised. But remember, this was just the beginners level, Taisuke and I don't think that you are ready for the advanced course.”
rikikomori, tag!