summer yuuji … him buying you ice cream at this little parlour and watching it drip onto your cleavage with greedy eyes
you're bronzed from the sunshine. yuuji watches you with his overjoyed gaze, as you use your lips to slip the top of your soft serve cone into your mouth. your hair is sea-salt kissed, your eyes shaded by your sunglasses.
"this has been really fun, yuuji," you say, turning to look at him. this little weekend getaway had been his plan-- you've only known him a few weeks, but the beachtown wasn't super far from your apartment, so it felt... okay.
"mhm," he smiles at you, watching as you go for another bite of ice cream. you rest the cone in your hand, close to your chest, looking from the water over to him.
"thanks for bringing me," you flash him a smile.
yuuji returns it, eyes squeezing shut with the power of it. he locks his gaze on you, watching with intent eyes as your cone dribbles over your fingers, then plops white cream on your cleavage, slipping between your breasts--
"you've got a lil..." he trails off, offering you a napkin.
"oh!" you look down, accepting the napkin. however, before you can wipe it up, yuuji is leaning in, his tongue flat against your chest and licking up the vanilla. your breath hitches between your laughs.
he lifts his head, and suctions his lips around your digits gripping the cone, slurping off the swirl that's dripped there.
"you're like a dog," you laugh, watching him with blown eyes and shallow breaths, heart in your throat.
yuuji sits up and grins. "i guess you don't need that anymore," he says, taking the napkin back. he uses it instead to wipe away the saliva that's spread across his lips after he licks them clean of any soft serve.