Morning Taste

Violet_Insanity Who started the 7 day Kattomatoshipping challenge!

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There was a warmth in the air. The morning that brought with it the sun's rays that cast themselves onto the couple laying close in bed. Yuma Tsukumo, peacefully asleep, was unaware of Yuya Sakaki's arms circling his middle. The two adults lay there back to front amid the glow of the sun.

Yuya was the first to wake, his face resting behind a neck. Blinking his eyes opened Yuya remembered being like this when the two went to sleep the night before. He held Yuma toward himself. A smile appeared then a light chuckle. He always loved the different positions they would wind up in going to sleep then waking up to the next day. A soft kiss was planted on the nape of a hairline before Yuya got out of bed to make breakfast.

Some time passes by before Yuma begins to wake. He turns in bed unaware that Yuya had long since moved and groans. Then he senses it. His nose picks up the scent of something being cooked over the stove top making him open his eyes and begin to sit up. He stretches, arms reach far above his head, before plopping back down. “Mmm Yuya! Is that you? Something smells good!”

Almost on call, Yuya walks in with a readied plate filled with pancakes. “Hey. Good morning, You.” Yuya climbs onto the bed. “I made something for you.”

“Great! Give it here! I'm starving!” Yuma exclaimed reaching for the plate. But Yuya pulls it out of reach making the younger one pout.

“Aaah! Not yet! I was gonna feed it to you.”

“Eh? Feed me? Yuya, I can feed-” Yuma is silenced with Yuya putting an index finger near his mouth.

“I know you can. Just let me do this for you, ‘k?”

Yuma was baffled by Yuya's actions, but he figured that there was nothing wrong about being fed every once in awhile. Plus it'll give his feeding arms some much needed rest. “Ok, Yuya. I'll give. As long as you don't put a bib on me.”

Yuya grinned at that remark. “Only if I have to.”

Yuma was about to fight back when Yuya put up his finger again. With a wave of his hand Yuya told Yuma to lean against the wall. With a pout Yuma does what he was told. What he didn't expect Yuya to do was to not just sit near him but to straddle his own lap in the process! Yuma usually doesn't mind this much closeness, but he never heard of it for one boyfriend to feed another! Then Yuya goes and leans their foreheads together! Yuma's breath catches, his cheeks redden…

Yuya flicks his own bottom lip with his teeth licking them immediately after. He stares into Yuma's eyes loving the deep contrast of red that glows within. It steals his breath for a moment. With a whisper Yuya asks, “You ready? Yuma?”

“Yeah. But… Don't you need to cut them first?” He watches Yuya look down at the food in his hands. Yuma follows after: The pancakes were cut already. “Oh. Heh. You thought ahead.”

“Mmhm. Now,” Yuya sticks the fork in a piece of pancake letting the syrup drip at the side. He taps the food to prevent dripping. “Why don't we begin?”

It was then that Yuma licks his own lips. “Ok.”

Yuya slides the piece of breakfast into the waiting open mouth sliding it out after Yuma's acceptance of the delicious treat. He watches the chewing then swallow then the reopening to accept more food. Yuya smiles at this. Leaning in so their foreheads touch again, Yuya picks up more pancake and places it in Yuma's mouth.

This goes on for a few minutes more, Yuma already have eaten half the plate, until Yuma suggests for him to do the feeding now. Yuya is surprised for a second until Yuma reminds him that he himself hasn't eaten yet. A slight crimson stains Yuya's cheeks in embarrassment as he agrees. Yuma takes the fork.

Giggles are heard in the bedroom. On the bed one does so as he loves the reactions of pure joy as he feeds his love one of his favorite foods. Yuma at one point gets so giddy about feeding Yuya that when putting a serving in his mouth, a bit of syrup drips onto Yuya's lip. Yuma stops staring at it as Yuya chews. His heart races…

Yuya laps the bit off with his tongue. Opening his eyes, Yuya sees Yuma's look of wonder. He calls out to him. Yuma reacts, shaking his head, embarrassed by his actions. But Yuya guesses what was concerning Yuma and he completely understands. He takes Yuma's hand with the fork whispering his action of it being his turn and proceeds to do what Yuma did: leave a drip of syrup behind. But instead of waiting for Yuma to get done chewing, Yuya leans in to lick the substance off his skin.

Yuma paused his chewing. His face became red.

He took the fork back and copied Yuya holding his head to lick the bit off his lip. Yuya swallowed, making a comment about this being something of a war of love. Yuma laughed. Yuya took the fork back.

The passion rose between them as the licks turned to kisses, the holding turned into touches… The plate got sat to the side as they gave up the war and went full on into a makeout session. Yuya moved his mouth down toward Yuma’s neck to kiss and suckle the flesh there. Yuma moaned complaining on how unfair doing that is. He retaliates by taking Yuya's hand and loping up a little syrup on a finger to bring back towards his waiting mouth.

Yuya pulls back, eyes wide at the sight of his own finger in Yuma's mouth. His breath heightens, mouth widening to a big smile… Yuya takes Yuma's fingers to do the same to him, sucking the sugar off his skin. Yuma has the same reaction. They retaliate against each other, fingers taking in bits of the leftover syrup to finish off each others fingers loving every second of their fun.

They finally move back to a normal make-out session. Yuma winds up sliding down the wall, Yuya now above him, holding each other close, panting, kissing, touching… They stop. Yuya rubs his nose on Yuma's, sitting up to stare down at him.

Yuma feels a rumble in his chest. Yuya looks at him concerned until it happens. Yuma burps. Yuya smiles then lets out a joyous laughs, Yuma following suite.

“So I take it this is the newest form of ‘breakfast in bed’?” Yuma asked as chuckles still rose up.

“I guess. But I have to say, Yuma,” Yuya leans in letting their noses touch. He whispers, “This has to be the tastiest one I've ever had. And it's all thanks to you.”

Yuma chuckles. “Nah! Don't worry about it!”

Yuya smiles taking a moment to play with Yuma's hair. They both begin to realize that they are actually warm. Also dirty. “I think we need a shower, Yuma.”

“Yeah. You go first. I'll clean up in the kitchen.”

Yuya hesitates. Then taking one of Yuma's hands, he kisses the inner wrist and pulls him up to sit upright. He grins. “Why don't we share one?” Yuma's eyes widen. Yuya's face doesn't change. Even as he pulls Yuma out of bed. Even as Yuma is confused and asks questions about that being normal.

What a way to start the day.