Pleasures

Disclaimer: The persons mentioned in this story do not belong to me. This is a work of pure fiction.

A/N: Well...I'm back. And I can't believe I totally forgot to post this little ficlet. And I blame it all on the heat. *g*


It was the sucking noise that brought You from the dizzy haze he had been in. He lift his head from where it had been resting. And immediately wished he hadn’t. He felt heat rising inside of him and his breathing quickened a bit. He couldn’t turn his gaze away now. The summer heat outside suddenly seemed nothing against the heat inside of the room.

The noise got a little louder, then disappeared, when Chacha’s pink tongue darted out from his lips, flickering around in short licks. A low purring noise came from deep within the guitarist’s throat, he was sure enjoying himself. Bringing his lips down again he returned to the sucking, his eyes closing.

You felt sweat trickling down his temples. Only then did he realize that his hand was clawed into the armrest and he willed himself to let go. A moan, almost inaudible escaped his mouth while he continued watching.

Chacha’s tongue came out again, lapping at the sticky white fluid that had collected, before he carefully nibbled his way along.

You’s breath came in gasps now and he moaned a little louder than before. This caught the guitarist’s attention and he opened his eyes, not stopping in what he was doing. A wanton smirk played around his lips when he caught the deep blush on the face of the violinist. He licked his lips. You didn’t think it possible, but he felt the blush on his cheeks intensify.

“You’re torturing me here…” he whispered.

“Am I now?” the reply came, in a low and purring voice.

“Cha…finish it…before I do!” he was pleading now.

“As you wish.”

It only took on final suck and the guitarist felt how his mouth was filled. He swallowed then licked his lips again, the taste lingering on his tongue. He moved so he was face to face with You, their noses almost touching.

“Happy now?”

You sighed.

“Well, actually…no. It’s so hot I don’t want to move, and although watching you was rather…pleasant…” he blushed again, which brought the grin back onto the guitarist’s face,
“…what you just had there was the last ice cream we had.”

-The End-