Laylah (laylah) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-10 06:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: laylah, f: persona 3, july 10, p: akihiko/shinjiro |
"Appetizer," Persona 3 (Shinjiro/Akihiko)
Title: Appetizer
Author: Laylah
Rating: not worksafe
Word count: ~800
Prompt: Persona 3 - Shinjiro/Akihiko - blowjob - kiss the cook
A/N: This is set a few months after Memento, my Yuletide 2007 story. That one has ending spoilers, but it's where I do my homework to explain how they get to this point. This story doesn't make any references to game events, so it's pretty much spoiler-free. ...also it's probably not compatible with FES, which I still haven't had time to play.
Appetizer
Akihiko can smell something cooking from the moment he sets foot in the hallway, and his mouth waters. The university boxing program is actually challenging, way more than Gekkoukan's was by the end, and he's starving, after spending six hours in classes and then three hours at the gym. He turns his key in the lock and opens the door, and the smell -- roast garlic, ginger, soy -- only gets stronger.
"You're the best, you know," he says.
"Yeah," Shinji says, "I know." He's standing at the counter in their tiny kitchen, pouring water into the rice cooker. He looks up, smiles crookedly at Akihiko. "Welcome home."
"Thanks." Akihiko drops his book bag by the door, toes out of his shoes, and pads over there.
Shinji lets Akihiko kiss him hello -- tasting miso on his upper lip, fresh ginger on his tongue -- and then says, "I hope you're not too hungry. It's going to be a few minutes still."
Akihiko makes a face. "I'll live somehow," he says, and leans in to steal another kiss while he can. Shinji feels more solid in his arms than he used to, spine less obvious under Akihiko's hands, jeans actually sitting on his hips instead of sliding off bone too bare to hold them up. He bites Akihiko's bottom lip, his eyes bright as he pulls back.
"You need something else to put in your mouth in the meantime?" he says. That's getting better, too -- at first they were both a little hesitant and are-you-sure-this-is-okay about messing around, but by now Shinji's learning not to treat him like such a virgin and Akihiko's learning to ask for what he wants, and it's working out pretty well.
"Maybe," Akihiko says. "You have an appetizer just for me, huh?"
It's unbearably cheesy, but it makes Shinji smile and hold onto Akihiko's belt loops so he can grind their cocks together, so that's okay. "I just might," he says. "Let's check." He leans back against the counter, and Akihiko sinks to the floor as Shinji unbuttons his jeans.
Sometimes Akihiko wonders how it took him so long to figure out that he wanted this. Okay, it doesn't sound like that much fun, but actually having Shinji's cock in his mouth -- tasting it, swallowing around it, burying his face in the dark hair at Shinji's groin and making him moan -- feels so good. He lets Shinji pull it free of his boxers, mostly hard, flushed, before he leans in to lick.
Shinji's mouth tastes different depending on what they're having for dinner, but his cock always tastes pretty much the same, salt and a faint, earthy bitterness. Akihiko licks him wet and looks up to catch him watching.
"Go on," Shinji says. He's trying to sound casual. "Do it."
"Yeah," Akihiko says, and opens his mouth to take it in.
He's getting better at this with practice, learning to relax so he can really get Shinji's cock deep. It slides against his tongue, smooth and hot, and Akihiko closes his eyes. He holds on to Shinji's belt loops with both hands and rocks forward, slow and steady like they're fucking. He's hard now, too, but he'd rather wait and let Shinji take care of him than jerk off now.
"Aki," Shinji says, "God, Aki, yeah," and he pushes a little like he wants it faster, so Akihiko speeds up -- he can't go quite as deep when it's fast, or he'll choke, but Shinji still seems to like it just fine, his breath loud and shaky in the quiet, the only noise other than the wet sloppy sounds of his cock sliding in Akihiko's mouth.
Akihiko can tell when Shinji's about to lose it, even, catches all the little signs -- from the stiffening of his cock to the first warning taste smeared across Akihiko's soft palate, and then he's pulling back just as Shinji makes that little grunt of surrender like he always does, and his cock pulses, filling Akihiko's mouth with come. Akihiko swallows it and stays right where he is, teasing the slit with his tongue for any last drops. Shinji's breath is shaky, hissing between his teeth, like he's had all he can take and he's about to swear at Akihiko to make him stop, and then the rice cooker starts beeping before he can.
Shinji jumps, and Akihiko can't help laughing, which makes Shinji's cock slip free. "Shit," Shinji says, but he's smiling, too. "Sorry, guess there's no time now for me to give you one."
"That's okay," Akihiko says. He shrugs. "You can owe me."
"Tch," Shinji says. "I make you dinner and I owe you a blowjob? How the hell does that work?"
Akihiko gets up so he can get out of Shinji's way. "I don't know," he says. "I must be living right."