The room they shared was silent save for the clicking sounds of the dark haired males fingers dancing along the keyboard. Another spark of inspiration, he thought, slinking back into his seat. It’s best not to disturb him while he’s in the groove. To occupy his time, he opens up a box of pocky — chocolate flavored, sticking an end between his lips. He plays with it for a moment, watching how his lips brought the stick up and down. Then an idea came to his mind as he gently inched to peer over Otogi’s shoulder. The coding language made his head spin — not that he found it the center of his own interest at the moment. Lowering his head, a soft nuzzle is gifted to the other’s cheek, insisting the other end of the candied stick. Just once, Otogi. Live a little.
Slaving away working on the last bit of code to complete the demon of his new game. He spends months, maybe even a year, reworking and fixing glitches to make the game run more smoothly for the test play. His expression remained neutral. His concertration broke once he felt the softness of the blond's cheek pressed against his face. Jou always reminded him of a playful Shiba. Right now, he must have been so honed on his work, he had been neglecting the quality time for him.
Otogi raised as he noticed the pocky between his lips. What’s the occasion?
He didn’t make his inquiry vocal, but he figured the other wanted him to participate. Unreadable, poison apples glued onto the other, his lips taking small, slow nibbles until reach near the end. He debates if he should end the game there. However, he felt the need to reinforce some clarity between them.
His lips eventually met the other, his tongue invading the orifice of the Yankee, sampling both the flavor of the chocolate intermingled with his saliva.
It’s sweeter than I expected it to be.
He closed his eyes just to indulge more. A hand gripped Jou’s locks, a firm hold to keep him in place. A moan muffled in between before he tore himself away. Tints of rose on his olive complexion. Eye contact remains as subtle huffs of breath escape him. He says nothing while admiring his features.
With a cheeky smirk curves on his lips, he turns his gaze back at the computer to continue his work. ❝ Thank for the treat and the motivation. I think I can finish this sooner than later. ❞