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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      アイ_チュウ_|_Ai_Chuu_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Jumonji_Ban/Yamanobe_Mio
  Character:
      Yamanobe_Mio, Jumonji_Ban
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Food_Play, Aprons, Baking, Food_Kink,
      Rimming, Come_Eating
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-05 Words: 5597
****** so cute i could eat you up! ******
by Hitsugi_Zirkus
Summary
     At best, Ban stumbled with some semblance of restraint when touching
     Mio, looking like a dog that was waiting to be given a treat, tail
     wagging and whining. But other times, Ban took Mio sloppily and
     eagerly, like a ravenous man finally being given a full course meal.
     Under those warm hands, this hungry mouth, Mio felt like some
     delectable dish that Ban wanted to savor.
Notes
     REVS MY ENGINES
     listen here, can you fucking believe that i never considered banmio
     foodplay?? honestly smh i'm a goddamn disgrace. but bless neoko for
     bringing it up and commissioning me to write it. it was just...too
     good to pass up and i had A LOT of fun writing this, wheezes. also i
     totes didn't have "eat you up" by boa on repeat as i wrote this lol
     8'')
     if this ain't your kink or ship, don't read it, it's as simple as
     that.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Mio, I’m back~”
Ban waltzed into the kitchen, swinging bags full of groceries in his hands. He
sniffed the air full of cookie and cake mix and sugary bits of candy that
overflowed from the kitchen counters and out onto the table beside it. An
appreciative smile glowed widely on his face.
“Finally. Did you somehow manage to get everything on the list?” Mio got
straight to the point, skipping over welcoming Ban back and instead turning his
attention to grabbing some chocolate chip cookie mix and rolling the dough
between his palms. When they were neat little spheres, he placed them one by
one onto the baking sheet.
Ban followed his actions attentively, bouncing over and putting the bags into
the free space on the table. “I checked the list three times t’make sure I
didn’t miss a thing,” he proclaimed proudly. It seemed Ban had done well this
round, and got everything Mio requested to the letter. Well, even if that meant
Ban evaded a scolding, this would at least make the morning go over more
smoothly.
“Hohh, well even you can do this much if you put your mind to it, huh?” Tight-
lipped in a resigned smile, he said, “Good job, Ban.”
Ban’s eyes lit up, surprised but very much pleased. “Praise from Mio~ ,” he
gushed happily. “Ya must be in a real good mood or somethin’!”
“Shut up, I merely want to make sure that preparations with the baking Eva-sama
tasked us with will go well today. Eva-sama has worked very hard to organize
this party for the orphanage that took care of us, after all, so any
incompetance is inexcusable.” That was what all the sweets were for -- while
Eva was helping decorate the hall where the party would be, he left Mio and Ban
to prepare treats for the little ones to enjoy. True, they could’ve easily had
Ban’s family hire caterers as usual, but this time, Eva insisted on a more
personal and home-like touch to the party, and the children seemed very excited
at the prospect.
And so, Mio researched some simple recipes, ignoring Ban’s eager suggestions,
and prepared himself that morning with getting out all the materials and tying
a frilly lavender apron around himself and a matching bandanna in his thick
silver hair. When one tray of cookies were done, he moved on to the sugar
cookies, their sweet scent wafting up in a delicious perfume.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Ban shuffle over to a container of
buttercream icing for the cupcakes. He picked it up and pried open the lid,
that very familiar hungry sparkle in his eyes. With a sharp huff, Mio grabbed
the nearest mixing spoon and whacked Ban’s wrist sharply with it. The smack
elicited a satisfying yelp as Ban’s plopped the icing back down.
“Hwehh, Mio, why’d ya hit me?”
“No eating anything, you bottomless pit. If you so much as sneak away a
sprinkle , I’m banning you from the kitchen and cursing you. There’s a new
spell I wanted to try, so shall you be my guinea pig?”
Ban whimpered. “Ya make me one anyway, Miooo.” Pressing a finger to his pouting
lips, he peered again at the array of sweets and mixes and candies. It had to
be torture for them all to be in his sights but prohibited to eat any of them.
Mio took satisfaction from it.
After putting both trays of cookies in the heated oven, Mio turned then jumped
at seeing Ban right behind him. He scowled. “Move, Ban, there’s still a lot to
do.”
“Lemme help ya, Mio! I’ll be real good, I promise I won’t touch a thing!” Ban
stepped aside just long enough to let Mio by, but then he very closely followed
behind. He wrapped his arms around Mio’s waist, squeezing them together.
Mio let out a yelp at being suddenly seized, his hands flying down to clutch at
Ban’s and try to unlock himself from their grip. But Ban was persistent when he
wanted to be, and he whined and begged over and over, nuzzling his head into
Mio’s thin shoulder. Honestly, of the two of them it was clear who the bigger
child was, and Mio huffed, wiggling weakly.
“Unhand me now, Ban! Ugh, I will curse you to silence forever!”
“But I jus’ wanna heeelp, Mio. I can be useful too!”
“The only use you have in the kitchen is cleaning plates,” Mio said flatly,
very well-acquainted with how Ban even licked his dishes clean of food. Sagging
in Ban’s arms, he groaned. “Fine! You can help. But you better follow
everything I say  precisely . I don’t want to deal with your screw-ups.  And
don’t eat anything, got it? ”
Somehow, Ban managed to tighten his hold around Mio’s middle, lifting his feet
off the floor as he rocked him back and forth in his grip. “Mio, thank ya! I
won’t let ya down! The work’ll be done twice as fast with me helpin’ ya!”
“Alright, alright, I  understand , just put me down!” Mio scrambled away as
soon as his feet touched the floor. Strands of hair had gotten loose from his
bandanna and stuck to his hot cheeks. Feeling slightly dizzy -- from what, he
wasn’t sure -- he went to the table and shoved ingredients at Ban’s direction.
“Here, you can start on these cupcakes. Follow the directions -- you can do
that much, right?”
“’Course~!”
“And wash your hands before you touch anything!”
When Ban came back with freshly washed hands and rolled up sleeves, his bangs
pinned back, Mio was already well underway with his own cake mix. Ban followed
suit, muttering aloud the directions and what he needed, then humming to
himself as he measured flour and messily cracked some eggs (“Make sure no
shells get in, idiot!” “I’m tryin’, Mio, I swear!”). Gradually, the deep frown
on Mio’s brow relaxed as he got used to Ban’s presence, even helping him out
when he was stuck and passing him materials.  So far, Ban was doing quite well
in restraining himself from picking off anything from the bowls, and the
candies and batters stayed safe from the boy’s insatiable hunger.
Mio glanced over, seeing Ban’s tongue peek out between his lips like some cat,
eyes focused on mixing the batter in the bowl. The expression was so serious
yet silly that Mio’s heartstrings pulled in endearment at the sight. He found
himself smiling, but only slightly.
The cookies were done in the oven and Mio got to work putting the chocolate
chip ones into a container. He left out the star-shaped sugar cookies to cool
and decorate.
Ban, summoned by the warm, sweet smells, floated into the kitchen, eyes wide at
the cookies. Mio smacked him.
“Hey, I didn’t do anythin’!”
“ Yet . Come on, if you can keep your hands to yourself, you can put the icing
on them with me.”
This went rather smoothly. Moreso than Mio had anticipated. Every once in
awhile, Ban would beg Mio to let him have just  one  lick of icing, or just
have one cookie since no one would miss it, but Mio sharply denied him each
time. Ban’s responses to the rejection were so pitiful that Mio was actually
starting to feel a little sorry to make him so sad. In the end though, they
managed to decorate all the sugar cookies and put them in a container without
incident.
Mio looked over just as Ban licked up a glob of pink icing that had gotten on
his thumb. When he saw Mio staring, he started.
“A-ah, this isn’t what it looks like, it was already there! Don’t scold me,
pleaseee.”
“Agh, shut up, I wasn’t going to.” Mio wiped his hands on his apron and left to
start getting the trays of cupcakes ready. Before he left the kitchen though,
he stopped and rubbed off a bit of the icing that attached itself to the corner
of Ban’s lips. Mio tsked. “At least keep yourself tidy, moron.”
Ban blinked in surprise, tracking the movement of Mio’s hand with his eyes.
They weren’t the same moon-grey color as Eva’s, but how the daylight from the
window caught their blue hue caught Mio’s attention just the same. His hand
hovered between them, and before he could put it down, Ban grabbed his wrist
softly, prompting it forward. He slipped Mio’s fingertip with the icing onto
his waiting tongue, closing his lips gently around it to suck the treat cleanly
off.
Pinpricks of sharp heat spotted down Mio’s body at the undulation of those soft
lips. The push of Ban’s tongue made him frown in disgust, yet his legs felt
ready to give out under him.
“G-gross, I have no idea where your mouth has been, you trash,” Mio hissed,
snatching his hand back. He aggressively wiped it on his apron, but strange
warmth continued to cling to his finger. Mio turned, ducking his head to hide
what he knew was a blush staining his cheeks, and distracted himself with
pouring the cupcake batter into the tray, not caring when he spilled some of
the mixture --  should be wiped up, Ban’s tongue licking it, dripping over his
lips --
NO, no, no, no, stop it, STOP IT, oh my GOD .
“Uh, Mio, you’re kinda spillin’ it.” Ban came up behind him, putting his hands
on Mio’s shoulders to steady him. It did the opposite.
“Then you do it!” Mio cursed himself for the squeak in his voice, all but
shoving the bowl at Ban.
Ban stammered, nearly dropping the bowl, but he accepted the new task with no
complaints. Even so, Mio could feel his glances of concern over at his
direction. Mio shifted his thighs together, exhaling a breath to calm himself
down.
Curse him, I want to curse Ban to Hell and back, he’s so  annoying,  so, so …
“It’s rude to stare,” he snapped weakly when they ended up staring at each
other for a few seconds. Ban nodded quickly, getting back to work.
The cupcakes were put in the oven without further trouble, and then there was
nothing left to do but wait. Ban set the timer and Mio tidied up what he could.
The mixing bowl still had a bit of red velvet batter in it. Mio always liked
making red velvet since mixing it made it look like a bowl full of bloody goop,
and it reminded him of all the previous times he’d baked it with Eva. He dipped
a finger in and licked it up.
Sigh .
Ban was leaning against the kitchen counter, humming ‘Dark Night Cat’ to
himself. He greeted Mio with a grin when he approached.
“Here,” he said, thrusting the bowl at Ban for the second time. “You...did well
in helping me and showing some restraint, so there -- your reward. You can lick
up the rest of the batter.”
Ban looked like he was close to attacking Mio with a hug again, so Mio shoved
the mixing spoon at him too. They stood in relative silence, the kitchen
pleasantly warm from the oven where sweet scents emanated. The only thing that
broke up the peace was Ban’s moans of pleasure and praise at the batter he ate
up eagerly. Mio released a fond breath, shaking his head at Ban’s
ridiculousness. That was when Ban offered him a spoonful as well. After a
moment, Mio shrugged and licked up the sweet goop. They switched back and forth
like that, cleaning up the bowl.
It wasn’t as disgusting as he thought to share a spoon with Ban. It actually
felt...comfortable between them. Not that it never happened, but it still left
strange tingly sensations at the base of Mio’s skull and flutters in his chest
when he was relaxing alone with Ban.
“Ugh, you’re so sloppy, you’ve got a mess all over your face.”
Ban grinned. “So d’ya, Mio.”
Mio swiped his tongue over his lips, searching for said mess. Beside him, he
heard Ban inhale sharply. He narrowed his eyes when he couldn’t taste anything.
“Are you saying that just to make me look silly?”
“No, I…” Ban’s voice was quiet and tight, as if his throat were being squeezed.
When Mio glanced up, Ban was inches from his face. Mio gasped, holding onto the
counter for support when Ban’s breath brushed against his cheeks. The bowl was
put aside, Ban’s free hands seizing Mio’s arms with a firm yet surprisingly
tender hold. Mio closed his eyes, turning his face, but Ban took it as further
access being granted to him. Then the wet heat of his tongue was slowly licking
off the batter near Mio’s chin.
Mio grunted softly, unused to the weird touch. He wanted to be repulsed by it,
but the accompanying press of Ban’s lips melted him to place. He arched back,
but if it was an attempt to escape, it was a poor one; Ban followed, leaning
down as the tip of his tongue trailed up to the bow of Mio’s bottom lip.
“Ban, you --  trash , don’t-- mmf …!” Mio’s hands curled to shaking fists,
right over the back of Ban’s shirt. Ban’s mouth was over his, their noses
smushed together. For those long seconds, Mio could only take in the sweetness
of Ban’s taste and scent... The sugar that melted on his tongue when Ban’s
broke the seam of his lips... They released breathless groans in unison,
quivering in each other’s hold.
When Mio broke away desperately, he felt lightheaded, as if he had just danced
for hours. Ban was red-faced and panting just as much. His grip on Mio’s arms
tightened just slightly. Then, with almost a drunken kind of slur, he murmured,
“Ya look real cute in that apron, Mio.” He licked his lips. “Ya taste real
sweet too.”
“Th-that’s because of the…” The rest of Mio’s words cut off from Ban’s teeth
biting lightly down his neck, his hand curving around Mio’s ass then the back
of his thigh, lifting his leg. The jostle of his limbs pressed their hips
together, and Mio moaned weakly at the combination of touches. “Ban, I’m--”
Mio was wobbling, and Ban let out an embarrassed noise of apology. “S-sorry.
Here, let’s…” He let Mio’s leg down and took him by the hand, leading them back
to the table outside the kitchen. He spun Mio around, pinning him to the table,
and Mio clutched back at the decorative cloth when Ban claimed his lips once
more.
Under the collar of his shirt and the apron, Mio was sweating. He wasn’t sure
if it was from being in the kitchen or because Ban being so close made it feel
like he swallowed fire, but Mio was quickly overheating. Ban’s hands splayed
over his hips, his mouth sucking at Mio’s lips and tongue, moaning at the taste
there.
At best, Ban stumbled with some semblance of restraint when touching Mio,
looking like a dog that was waiting to be given a treat, tail wagging and
whining. But other times, Ban took Mio sloppily and eagerly, like a ravenous
man finally being given a full course meal. Under those warm hands, this hungry
mouth, Mio felt like some delectable dish that Ban wanted to savor.
As Ban’s passion increased, pushing Mio further down on the table, he pushed
whatever materials aside to make room. A clatter sounded when a bowl of candies
fell off the table, followed by the rustle of sprinkles hitting the floor.
Mio groaned in annoyance in the kiss, biting at Ban’s lips in revenge. “ Must
you make messes everywhere you go?”
“Wanna make a mess of Mio too,” Ban replied breathlessly, obviously unable to
feel the weight of Mio’s scoldings anymore.
That desire hotly pulsed anticipation between Mio’s legs, pressing tightly
under his shorts. He whimpered. He grappled with trying to push Ban off or pull
him closer. In the end, he only laid back on the table, legs spread to
accommodate Ban between them, hands idly clutching on his wrinkled apron.
Ban gazed down at him, eyes hazy with want and smile wide and languid like Mio
was his fantasy come to life. Mio’s cheeks stung with heat at being stared at
like that, and he glanced away.
“H-hurry up and do something if you’re going to do it, otherwise get off me, t-
trash.”
“Gotcha, Mio. Then -- I’ll eat ya all up now?”
“E-eh?” Mio’s eyes flew wide open, landing on where Ban dipped his fingers into
some chocolate icing, swirling up a liberal amount to put between his own lips,
as if for a taste test. Satisfied, he repeated the action, but this time used
his thumb to urge Mio to open his mouth.
Just go with it . Mio shyly parted his lips. The thick glob of icing smeared
messily on his mouth before starting to melt on his tongue. The two of Ban’s
fingers played with it gently, but only for a moment before slipping it out in
a slick mess of icing and saliva that dripped down Mio’s chin.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Mio followed Ban’s movements in a daze. Those messy
fingers traced down his jaw and neck, leaving a chocolatey trail that
eventually reached down to Mio’s chest when Ban suddenly shoved his hand under
his apron and shirt. Mio jolted at the sensation of the cool mixture rubbing
over his chest, coating both his nipples in a sloppy mess. “B- Ban !”
“D’ya not like it?”
“Of  course  I don’t! Get it off me right now!”
Ban at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed this time. He lifted
off Mio long enough to start looking for a napkin, but then he paused. When he
glanced at Mio, the excitement and fever had returned to his expression.
“Wha… What is it?”
Ban leaned back down, notably napkin-less, and started unbuttoning Mio’s shirt.
The neckline of the apron was fairly low-dipped, giving Ban more access to open
up Mio’s shirt below his chest. The frilly straps of the apron fell down his
shoulders, the fabrics peeling off his tan skin, showing off his collarbone and
his nipples perking once they hit the air. Ban swiped his tongue over one of
them before closing his soft lips around it. The sound of sucking reached Mio’s
ears, and he shuddered pleasantly at the hot, wet sensation surrounding his
nipple.
“A-ah… Un--ahh, Ban…” His fingers threaded into Ban’s hair, clutching it
harshly. Ban was undeterred, encouraged by the soft confused sounds spilling
from Mio’s lips. He switched to the other nipple, licking up the chocolate mess
he made there with the icing. His hand groped at Mio’s chest and pinched and
tweaked at his free nipple.
“Oh, Ban…” Mio pushed his chest up, heart hammering right under Ban’s lips.
Could he hear it? The blood was rushing in Mio’s ears and down to his cock
straining in his clothes. The bulge pressed against Ban’s belly, and Mio lifted
his leg, draping it around Ban to bring him closer, to summon just a little bit
of friction.
Strange… He’s making my body feel so strange… It’s so scary but it’s good .
Overwhelmed, Mio wiggled and arched, reaching for something, hoping against
hope that Ban would know what to give him. The soft, hungry sucks on his chest
certainly drew whimpers from him, and Mio followed the hot pulses of pleasure
to rock his hips, grinding against Ban’s body.
Ban groaned, shoving his own hips forward, a hardness there pressing roughly
against Mio’s ass. They both gasped. Ban’s hands went to Mio’s hips, moving him
further up the table, and then they hiked up the skirt of the apron.
“Mio…” Warm lips pressed along his neck, making Mio shiver and tilt his head.
Ban moaned urgently against Mio’s ear, sucking wetly on his lobe like he
couldn’t wait anymore. “Mio, wanna taste ya… Wanna taste ya everywhere. Can I?
That okay? I’ll stop if ya want me to, but…”
Mio exhaled in great puffs, trying to get his words out. “Sh-shut up, I hate
this, it’s… A-ahhn, ah, Ban, j-just-- If you’re gonna do it,  do  it…!”
Ban nodded, smiling in a drunken daze when he pulled back. “I’ll make ya feel
good, Mio, promise it.” He said it with surprising confidence. Or maybe he was
just trying to reassure Mio. Either way, it had Mio’s stomach flipping and
heart fluttering as he clicked his tongue impatiently and gave himself over to
Ban’s hands and lips.
The first thing to go was Mio’s shorts. They were hastily unfastened and pulled
down his bony legs along with his underwear. By the time Ban had removed the
clothing, the tip of Mio’s cock was rubbing deliciously on the fabric of the
apron, lifting the ruffles up to a little tent between his legs. Ban lifted the
apron’s hem up like he were opening a tin of chocolates -- and he certainly
gazed at Mio’s cock with the same kind of hunger.
“Nngh… What did I say about staring, moron?”
Ban blinked out of his trance, a dark-red blush on his cheeks. Keeping Mio’s
legs spread, he searched around -- for what, Mio wasn’t sure, since everything
was just baking stuff. Then again, he just had icing smeared on him, so…
Well, his suspicions were pretty much confirmed when Ban reached over and
grabbed a jar of -- dessert sauce? Strawberry-flavored dessert sauce. Mio
watched warily as Ban worked to coat three of his fingers with the ruby syrup,
all glistening sugar and dripping liberally down Ban’s hand.
“ What  are you doing now? You… Can’t you do anything  normally ?”
“It’d be a waste not t’make Mio even sweeter than usual with all this,” Ban
stated simply with a smile. He wiggled his syrup-coated fingers then dipped his
hand down between Mio’s thighs.
When Ban passed his cock, Mio’s eyes widened, realizing he wasn’t going to be
touched there like he originally thought. Instead, a sticky finger pressed
insistently around his tightly-closed rim, the only warning Mio had before he
was probed apart. Mio gasped, clutching at his apron and curling his toes at
the weird sensation of Ban swirling his finger around and coating his insides
with the strawberry syrup.
“ Ban ! Ban, that--! It doesn’t go there, this is-- so  gross  and  weird  and-
- And, a-ahh~” His voice spilled out in a shaky mess of moans, cutting off the
rest of his protests. Mio clenched at the pleasant stretch of another finger
being added inside him, and whimpered in surprise as Ban pressed against his
walls. As Ban deeply pushed his fingers in and out of his tight hole, the syrup
squelched lewdly, and Mio knew it had to be dripping out of him.
He brought his hands over his face in a desperate attempt to hide his
expression. It was a futile attempt at turning away from the  so wrong but so
wonderful  waves of pleasure cascading down his body like the sweetest honey
being poured over him. His body sucked on Ban’s fingers with eager abandon,
beckoning him further inside, to fill Mio as deeply as possible.
Head buzzing and bubbly like cola, Mio lost himself in the push and spread and
clench that refused to let Ban go. At some point, Ban had grabbed one of the
syrup-coated cherries from a jar and placed it between their lips when he came
in for a kiss. The burst of its juice spread too-sweetly on Mio’s tongue,
stinging his teeth, the fruit lolling back and forth between his and Ban’s
mouths. The mixture of tastes overwhelmed him, making Mio feel sticky inside
and out.
By the time the third finger was added, Mio’s cock was leaking near nonstop,
smearing patterns of precum over his belly and the apron, coating his skin in
his own personal dessert sauce. As if thinking the same thing, Ban ate up the
cherry before leaning down to lick up Mio’s leaking seed with relish.
“Good,” Ban murmured, “Mio tastes so good… Are ya gonna come soon? I wanna
taste Mio’s…”
“N-no, shut  up , d-don’t-- Haa, ahh, dooon’t say that stuff--!” Mio’s moans
came high-pitched and needy, his body undulating to meet Ban’s thrusts, craving
more and  deeper  and harder. His sweet spot was so close to being hit…
A sharp ring tore through the heated air. Dizzy and oversensitive, it took Mio
a moment to remember what the hell the ringing meant and where exactly they
were. Ban too stopped moving, realization striking his features.
With a long, tortured groan, Mio propped himself up and wiggled down from the
table despite Ban trying to get him to stay. “It’s fine, I’ll get it,” he
snapped. In heading to the kitchen. Mio knew he wasn’t actually mad at Ban for
distracting them -- more like he was upset to be  interrupted .
What the hell had they been making? Oh yeah, cupcakes. Party. He was supposed
to be following Eva’s directions, not...fooling around with  Ban ! Mio forced
himself to focus, remembering to at least put on mitts before taking the tray
of red velvet cupcakes out. The heat emenating from the oven breezed weirdly
between his naked thighs and over his ass, and Mio realized with horror that he
hadn’t even had the decency to pull his shorts back on.
That was when he became acutely aware of Ban stepping into the kitchen and
staring  at him.
“W-wow… This is what they call naked apron, right?”
“I’m going to sew your mouth closed!” As Mio turned the oven off and set the
cupcakes to the side, Ban came up behind him. His heat hadn’t died down in the
slightest, proven by the hard press of his clothed cock against Mio’s back when
he embraced him. Mio responded on instinct, leaning back against Ban’s chest
with a sigh heavy with desire.
“So lewd… It’s drippin’ outta Mio -- the sauce…”
On reflex, Mio’s hole twitched, and sure enough he could feel the slow drip of
the strawberry sauce dribble out onto his thighs.
“Mio? Can ya bend over the counter? I wanna keep goin’...”
“Ungh… F-fine.” His voice was a whisper, energy to resist slipping rapidly from
his body.
With a satisfied hum, Ban waited for Mio to position himself before he dropped
to his knees. His hands danced over Mio’s waist and hips before groping at his
ass, squeezing the cheeks in each of his hands. Hot breath mingled at the base
of Mio’s spine.
Then his buttcheeks were spread open, and something wet and slick nudged at his
rim. Mio tensed, a whine of confusion slipping past his lips. But all it took
was Ban’s muffled moans and press of his lips for Mio to realize what was
happening.
He quivered. “Oh… Oh,  hell , Ban,” he cursed, desperation lacing his words.
His nails dug into the counter, so hard that the paint peeled. “N-no, I hate
it-- It’s weird, I…”
“Yanno, isn’t it time for ya t’be more honest?” Ban asked lowly. His hand crept
forward, stroking hard along the shaft of Mio’s cock. “Right here it seems ya
really like it. Mmn, and here,” he licked over Mio’s hole, making it twitch as
Mio moaned, “here tastes sooo good. What should I do, Mio? Wanna keep eatin’ ya
out forever…” His mouth returned over the slick hole, noisily sucking at the
dessert sauce dripping from there and licking inside with loud, enthusiastic
sounds. Ban really did sound like he was savoring every flavor from Mio’s body,
and wouldn’t stop until he had devoured every morsel.
It was driving Mio crazy. His cock jerked in Ban’s warm, firm hold and his hips
burned to undulate back against his perfect, greedy mouth. Every touch was
making him go mad, the loss of control frustrating him while at the same time
utterly arousing him. Helpless, he cried out at the delicious push of Ban’s
tongue inside him. But still,  still , a hunger that could match Ban’s grew
inside him.
“No more,” he breathed hotly, “no more, Ban-- ohhh, oh, g-get up, I--”  Put it
inside me, hold me, put it in, fill me . The unbridled want  burned  in his
chest, but none of the words made it out.
Luckily, Ban seemed to understand, for once. He pulled back -- not without a
low, reluctant whine -- and got to his feet. There was the rustle and zip of
Ban undoing his pants, and then he was holding Mio close, kissing his neck and
sucking hard on the skin. His mouth just couldn’t remain still for a moment,
always tasting, always biting, and at  last  Mio gave into its gluttony and
pulled Ban in for a ravenous kiss.
The only thing nearby was cooking oil, and by this time Mio wasn’t fazed in the
slightest when Ban grabbed it to slick up his cock. And then Ban spread Mio
open once more, moaning into the kiss when he finally started to push his cock
inside. Mio arched, standing on his toes as his body strung itself taut and
opened up for the hot, fleshy intrusion pulsing inside him. Deep and forcing
his hole open even further than mere fingers had. Mio rocked his hips and
clenched around Ban’s cock to adjust to the intrusion, feeling so  lewd  in his
wrinkled apron and skin coated in sweets and bite marks.
“Mio, Mio, ya feel so  good , I can’t-- wanna...feel ya more, you’re so
pretty-- ” Ban pushed into Mio with urgency, like the press of their bodies was
his lifeline. He gripped Mio’s thin hips with a bruising hold, but his kisses
along his jaw and neck and shoulders are nothing short of affectionate,
overflowing with need. Thread by thread, Mio felt himself come undone, and it
came even faster once Ban started to thrust, in and out with desperate
movements.
Mio’s legs shook, his body trying to keep up with the pace Ban made, but it was
all he could do just to stay standing. A hand went under his apron, starting to
toy with his nipples all over again before moving down to stroke his aching
cock fast and hard. Mio whined  loud  -- he hated how Ban was so quick to make
him come, to make a mess of things, and oh hell, he was going to come already,
he was full to burst--
“Ban, Ban, it-- A-ahhn, aah, oh my g--  Ban-- !”  Shameless, so shameless. Mio
pushed back, clutched at Ban, begged for more kisses, more touches, and every
word felt like some kind of betrayal to himself but it didn’t  matter , he
needed Ban to know it felt good, that he wanted this just as much, needed  more
, even when he was sure he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Ban wasn’t far behind, shoving in and out of Mio with hard snaps of his hips,
grinding them both together. His voice spilled in heavy pants and taut groans
that Mio swore he could feel down to his heartbeat.
“Wanna come inside, wanna fill ya, Mio, oh please, can I? Please, feels sooo
good.” His hand serviced Mio’s cock more under the apron’s ruffles, encouraging
him to release too.
Mio couldn’t even answer, only nod feverishly. He was enthralled by the
sensations overtaking him, by Ban’s voice against his ear, his hold around his
body, his cock pounding into him so indulgently that Mio’s ribs were digging
hard against the counter…
“Ah-ah- ahhhhh ~”
Mio crumbled, coming hard and heavy, splattering all on Ban’s hand that covered
the tip of his cock. Their bodies rocked at the same desperate rhythm, chasing
after each other’s movements when they reached orgasm together. Shivers raked
over Mio’s skin, and weakly he groaned when Ban’s cock jerked inside him and
released. Cum dribbled out in a thick mess, joining the strawberry sauce that
was streaked on the backs of his thighs.
Ban held him, guiding them both to the floor when their legs gave out at last.
Panting and totally spent, he held Mio, pressing small kisses to his shoulder.
“Are ya okay?” he asked.
“Ugh… Don’t...talk for a second.” Mio’s quip came out half-hearted and
completely useless, especially as he started to cuddle into Ban’s body.
Ban laughed quietly and pulled off Mio’s sex-skewed bandanna to ran his hand
over his bangs. The gesture was sweet, embarrassingly so. Mio would have to pay
Ban back for this one-thousand times over. Right now though… He was way too
tired to think of curses.
Next to him, Ban brought up his hand covered with Mio’s cum. One by one, he
cleaned off his fingers, then his palm, with savory flicks of his tongue,
swallowing down each drop with lewd relish. Mio wrinkled his nose.
“You’re  disgusting .”
“And you’re delicious.” Ban smiled. He wiggled closer, nuzzling into Mio’s
neck. “Mmn, Mio, can I make ya come againnn? Tastes so good, I want mooore.”
“H-h ave some shame, will you? Ugh, I need a  bath ,” he lamented, every inch
of his skin feeling sticky with dessert and sweat and saliva. God, he was so
gross right now. What would he do if  Eva  came home?
“Ah, I can get that for ya! And I’ll decorate the cupcakes while ya wash up.”
For a moment, Mio was bewildered at Ban’s stamina, but shook his head. “I don’t
trust you not to eat any of them.”
“’Sokay!” Ban reassured with a grin. “I already ate, after all.”
“Eh?”
Ban pushed back Mio’s bangs and claimed his sticky lips with a kiss.
“Thanks for the meal, Mio~”
End Notes
     i feel like this was an appropriate way to ring in the new year lol
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