Tea Time
Black silky hair fell like a curtain around a pale face as the elegant Count D bent over. He examined the placement of each cup and plate with the ease of a practiced eye. Around the room, Q-chan flapped, squeaking and squealing a message only the mystifying pet shop owner could comprehend.
�I understand you completely, I know he is coming.� Another squeak from the mismatched flying fur ball, followed by the sound of the door opening, and butterflies suddenly decided to reside in the Count�s usually calm stomach.
�Hello, Count. Tea time again?�
�Why of course, detective. Are you here to interrogate me for some again?� Leon blushed lightly at the innuendo to those words, but the darkness of the room did wonders to hide it. Sure, the two had been together for around 3 weeks, but they had never gotten to having sex. But Leon and D both wanted more, and both knew it.
Q-chan made a slight snorting noise and landed on D�s shoulder, disrupting the blonde�s thoughts and causing him to realize he was staring directly into the two different colored eyes of his lover.
�So...� Leon looked down at the floor as his voice trailed off, shuffled his feet for a moment, then glanced back up at D. The count had sat down on his low couch, crossing his legs and folding his hands calmly, gracefully over one knee.
�Please, have a seat Leon.� He simply nodded and sat on the other couch that was parallel to the wooden table currently covered in sugary sweets and with a single white tea pot resting in the middle. D immediately leaned forward and filled both of the tiny porcelain cups with the amber liquid he loved so much, wondering all the while why Leon and he seemed to be so nervous any time they happened to be near each other.
Leon noticed with a loving eye how carefully the slim fingers held onto the lid of the teapot while the owner of said digits held a staring contest with the cup. He swallowed dryly at the thoughts of what other things those fingers could do and had done.
�What would like in your tea?� D asked gently, his deep and haunting voice breaking the silence like a cast stone on still water.
�J-just some sugar...please.� The blonde added the last word as a nervous afterthought. Q-chan was silent for once, simply perching on the top of one of the many cages that littered the room and glaring daggers at a certain blonde detective. With another small snort, though, he left the room, flapping loudly away down one of the dark hallways that went into the maze-like depths of the pet store.
D didn�t seem to notice. He simply smiled and used a small spoon to place on of the white cubes that were stacked neatly on an equally pale plate into Leon�s tea. As Leon leaned forward to get his glass, he felt a certain object pull his jacket off of one broad shoulder. Then he remembered what it was.
�Here, this is for you.� He then pulled the smallish box out from the inside of his coat and set it on the only empty space on the table. The instant it was out, a sweet, cinnamon-like aroma wafted out from under the cardboard lid. It overpowered the scent of the ever-burning incense in the pet shop easily and began to work it�s adored magic on all of the occupants of the room. Animals were silenced, fluttering stopped, and all was as quiet as death itself.
Until it was shattered like glass by a loud squeal that would rival the shrillest bird�s cry. Leon flinched slightly, but laughed when he realized the shriek was from his skinny lover. The dark-haired man now had his hands wrapped around the rectangular object and was grinning down at it like a kid in a candy store with a fifty dollar bill.
�This takes hours of waiting in line early in the morning to get! Oh, thank you, Leon!� Leon was slightly stunned at the use of his first name, but it was a happy, giddy type of shock. D was suddenly in Leon�s lap, placing kisses all over his face. The other simply blush a bright red that rivaled one of several slices of read velvet cake, feeling his pants tighten with every passing second his lover spent sitting on his legs.
The pet shop owner finally pulled away, breathless but happy, and wrapped his arms around the detectives warm neck. As he scooted closer and closer to the tightly packed torso hidden under a dark blue shirt, he felt the heat emanating from the larger and tenser form increase greatly. His grin grew feral almost instantly and he looked more like on of the creatures he sold than the eccentric but kind person he really was.
Leon swallowed around the lump of emotions in his throat for around the hundredth time as he glanced down at the space between the two of them. Or lack thereof. D�s body was now completely flush with the detective�s, his head inclining slightly towards the other.
Leon blushed darkly again, but it got even worse as he saw D grab a nearby plate with a slice of purple cream pie and a dollop of the richest whipped cream known to man resting on top of said piece of sugary goodness. He set the object down on the couch next to them and picked up a slim silver fork.
�What-?!� Leon gasped when, before he could finish his inquiry, a piece of the pie was shoved into his mouth. He clamped his jaws shut after the utensil was drawn suggestively from his lips. The blonde man immediately leaned forward and crushed his moist lips to D�s own satiny ones.
Within instants, D had opened his mouth and let the warm muscle of the other wander through the wet cavern of his mouth, going over already memorized areas. He moaned heatedly when the taste of one of his many favorite deserts registered with his lust fogged brain, and the sensation of being dominated so easily made blood rush to his groin in a single, draining wave.
All of these feelings sent a nearly paralyzing shiver down his spine. They broke apart from their passionate lip lock only for much needed, yet much detested, oxygen. D leaned his head against the blonde�s shoulder and ran his tongue over his now kiss swollen lips. He was just going to sit up for another amazingly brutal kiss when he found himself on his back and laying down completely on the couch.
Above him was Leon, flushed and panting slightly with glassy looking eyes. As the blonde detective bent down to kiss D again, he began to undo the many complicated fastenings on D�s intricate outfit. He pulled open the top of the cheongsam and rained heavy, wet kisses over the other�s now exposed torso. Then Leon felt impatient hands pulling at the hem of his shirt, long nails brushing flawless, smooth skin in and added distraction to the real world.
As the blonde paused in his ministrations to pull his t-shirt over his head, he took the time to glance at his thin but beautiful lover. D�s dark hair was spread out on the arm of the extravagant couch like a halo, his pale chest was gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, and his already narrow eyes were half-lidded in pleasure. The blonde gasped and looked down at where his legs where entwined with D�s and saw why he was looked as such. The whole time that D had been laying down with Leon on top of him, his leg had been between D�s and brushing against the erection that was straining against the thick material of the oriental outfit D always wore. He blushed lightly but still smirked.
As he kissed D one more time, he stood from his current position to stand between the table and the couch. D looked confused for a minute but gave a small smile when Leon ran his hands down his own chest. His fingertips brushed the waistband of his jeans, and the began to mechanically undo the button, all the while the detective looking at D hungrily. When he was done with the button and zipper, he removed them and the final article of clothing. He slid both his boxers and his jeans down over perfect hips, freeing his erection from it�s imprisonment.
D�s eyes lit up, but before he could act on his thoughts of pleasing his lover, Leon was back on top of him, pulling the material from D�s own narrow hips. He couldn�t help but chuckle lightly when he saw that D didn�t wear anything under his cheongsam. D simply looked up at him like it was the most natural thing in the world to go commando. Leon then began to run his fingers up and down D�s erection, making the smaller of the two shiver and moan lightly. Leon�s other hand, however, was busy with grabbing the plate of pie that was now resting on the floor. How it had gotten there, he didn�t think he would even know, but it was convenient.
He dipped his fingers into the whipped cream on top of the slice, and then ran said fingers against D�s opening. He scooted down D�s body to get better access, continuing to stroke the length in his hand teasingly. D tried to toss his hips upwards for more of the delicious friction, but Leon used his upper arm to hold him down. But as a single slick finger delved into him, D whimpered in need, and renewed his efforts to release.
Leon nearly laughed at the sight of the pet shop owner like this, but instead slid a second finger into D�s tight entrance. We moved them in a scissor-like motion, stretching D while continuing to occupy D with his skilled hand. He had noticed the slight hiss when he had put in the second finger, and knew D was a virgin, so he was trying harder to be careful.
He pushed his fingers in out a few times, then added a third finger, his ring finger. D hissed louder at this, but he seemed to have a strangely high tolerance for pain for such a feminine man. As Leon persistently stretched D to his content, he brushed a small bundle of nerves inside the other that made him gasp loudly and make a slight yelping noise.
�A-again...please...� He gasped. Leon was shocked. Even in the throes of pleasure this mysterious man was polite. Still, he only shook his head and removed his digits from the body of his lover. Said man whimpered loudly and looked down his body to see Leon release his throbbing need and make his way slowly up his body. He kissed a path to D�s lips, pausing shortly to nibble on a hardened nipple while running his finger in circles around the other, neglected nub.
As he looked in D�s pleasure filled eyes, he saw the love and adoration that made them glimmer despite the haze of lust that made them doll-like. He knew his eyes were most likely only mirrors of those two-colored orbs, for he truly loved this peculiar man who ran an even odder pet shop. These were the thoughts that ran through his head, but were lost as soon as he embedded the head of his manhood into the still tight entrance of his lover. He groaned and watched as the entranced D shifted his body closer, grinding his hips to get more of Leon in him though he was obviously in some sort of pain.
True, both of them wanted more, but Leon took it slowly so as not to injure his one true love. But before long he was in to the hilt, D gasping below him. The dark-haired man rolled his hips and nearly screamed when his prostate was hit hard by Leon�s length. He chuckled, his voice husky, and slanted his angle so that every thrust would be met with that one spot that made his lover see white light.
Within instants, an instinctual rhythm was set up, and slowly getting faster. �Oh... Gods... I love you...� D muttered over and over, repeatedly moaning in between words. His hips bucked against the bigger ones of his lover, and Leon got the unspoken message. He reached down to were their bodies were joined and grasped D�s throbbing manhood. He began pumping in time with his thrusts naturally, making D nearly scream.
Leon rolled his head back, blonde hair sticking to his face from the sweat that was collecting there and all over his body. He glanced down at his thin lover and smiled through the haze of pleasure that covered all of his senses. D was covered in sweat, his head rolling back and forth with his thin hands gripping the couch like it was a lifeline.
Suddenly, the pet shop owner gave a loud whimper, then a yelp and his body tensed. He shivered and then came, his essence covering both of their chests and stomachs. Leon released nearly an instant later, both from the glorious sight of his lover in the throes of ecstasy and from the feeling of the already tight passage clamping down around him, seeming to pull him in. He filled his lover to the brim with his seed, then barely held himself up so as not to crush D.
D rolled to the side and Leon finally collapsed next to him, still recovering from the strongest orgasm he had ever had. Both men were gasping for breath, eyes closed in the struggle. When both were somewhat back to normal, Leon wrapped his arms around the slim waist. D ran a slender finger through the white mess on his chest, and felt the other half of said liquid pressing against his back as the detective spooned him lovingly.
�I think I should buy you sweets more often.� Leon chuckled and squeezed his arms together slightly before kissing D�s hair gently. D simply smiled, placed his hands over Leon�s, and closed his eyes happily to drift into the realm of slumber that awaited both of them. Leon followed shortly after, with the final thought that nothing between them in their relationship would ever be the same after this �encounter�. Not that he minded.
�I don�t mind a bit...� He murmured in his sleep, a sexy grin resting on his lips now.
Owaru
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