kiramaru7 | Chopsticks

Chopsticks

By kira

For Kat-chan, who encouraged me to try writing some food-porn of my very own… This is the result…

“Ban honey! I’m home!” Jakotsu called out from the genkan as he shut the door behind him. Setting the bag of takeout down on the bench, he slipped off his shoes and put on his house slippers. He also turned his iPod off, removing the earbuds from his ears, before standing and picking up the takeout.

“Coming, Sweetness!” Bankotsu called out from the dinning room, where he had been working.

As he stepped up out of the genkan, Jakotsu was greeted by his life-partner. “Welcome home.” Bankotsu kissed him, and taking the bag of takeout from him, he headed over to the kitchen, the cross-dresser quietly following behind him. “Everything okay over there?”

“Yeah…”

“You sure, Sweetness?”

“Yeah. They’re back.”

“Really?”

Jakotsu nodded as they entered the kitchen. The cross-dresser puttered around, taking a couple of plates from the cabinet and a pair of chopsticks for each of them. He set them down on the table, and turning around, he went and got them each a glass of iced tea, before sitting down across from his life-partner.

“So what happened? If they were home, I figured you’d have stayed and pried the gory details out of them,” Bankotsu said as he opened his carton of Szechuan beef. “But you’re home in time for lunch.”

“Yeah…” Jakotsu sighed. “They really weren’t in ummm…” he giggled, “a position to chat with me…” He helped himself to some of the pepper steak.

“Hunh?”

“I wasn’t paying attention to anything other than going into their bedroom and turning down the bed for them, so they could just fall into it when they came home… and I umm…”

Bankotsu laughed. “You walked in on them!”

Jakotsu’s cheeks heated up. “Yeah… And I stood there like a complete idiot, babbling some nonsense about being sorry to have disturbed them. They must have come home last night,” he said as he sat down across from Bankotsu. “I wonder why, since Sui said he’d make plans to be off the whole week…”

“Maybe one of his patients needed him.”

“Maybe… Although, he didn’t look in that big a hurry to get to work.”

“Who knows…?” Bankotsu shrugged. “Now are you going to eat your pepper steak or what?”

“Yeah…” The cross-dresser picked up a piece of beef and popped into his mouth.

Bankotsu watched him eat. He sighed softly, wishing he could lick off the stray grain of rice that clung to his life-partner’s ruby red lower lip. The more he watched the pretty cross-dresser enjoy his lunch, the harder he found himself getting, and it was several minutes before he realized Jakotsu was speaking to him.

“Ban honey, are you alright? You’re spacing out.”

“Yeah,” the younger man quickly assured him. He dug into his Szechuan beef with gusto as if making up for his inattentiveness. “It’s really good today, Sweetness.”

“The food’s always good, but I’m sure it’s not half as good as the naughty thoughts dancing through your head,” Jakotsu purred. “So you find Sui and Ren together hot too, hunh?”

“No… I was thinking about you.”

“Really?” The cross-dresser smiled.

“Yeah…” Bankotsu reached across the table to pick up a pepper from his life-partner’s plate with his chopsticks. He held it up for him to eat, which Jakotsu did. Bankotsu picked up a piece of beef and fed him that as well.

“So tell me, what kind of thoughts were you having about me?” the cross-dresser saucily asked.

“Naughty ones.”

“Yeah? Tell me more…” Jakotsu purred.

“Well,” Bankotsu paused to eat some of his own Chinese food. “I keep seeing you lying naked on the dining room table, covered in Szechuan beef and I ummm… have fun eating it off you.” He picked up some beef with his chopsticks, before popping it in his mouth, and slowly drawing the chopsticks out of it for emphasis.

“Oooh…”

“Yeah… and then I’d lick you clean and drizzle some duck sauce on your eggroll.” Bankotsu winked at him.

Jakotsu giggled. “Let’s do it!” He reached across the table with his chopsticks to snag some of his life-partner’s takeout. Jakotsu slowly and sensually ate it as he picked up his foot to gently toe Bankotsu in the groin. “I think it would be fun, no?”

“Hell yeah!”

Pushing back form the table and standing up, Jakotsu pulled the hairpin form his hair, letting his long chestnut tresses cascade down his back as he shook his topknot out. Swaying to some sexy song in his head, he did a slow striptease for his appreciative life-partner. Once he was completely naked, he sauntered out of the kitchen and headed for the dinning room.

Bankotsu followed him a few minutes later when the realization, that a fantasy was about to come true, hit him. Picking up his plate of Szechuan beef and chopsticks as well as a couple of packets of duck sauce, he hurried to the dining room. There, he found his life-partner laid out on the table like some exotic platter, waiting to be filled with a tasty treat. Bankotsu quickly obliged him, by dumping the remains of his lunch on the cross-dresser’s stomach.

Amid much giggling and complaints of “you’re tickling me!” on Jakotsu’s part, the younger man enjoyed his feast like it was the last one he would ever eat. By the time he started licking the cross-dresser clean, Jakotsu was moaning softly. He opened the packets of duck sauce, drizzling them over his life-partner’s straining erection. Bankotsu barely had time to do more than get a few licks in before Jakotsu came.

“Damn… that was good…” Jakotsu whispered as the little waves of pleasure continued to wash over him.

“Yeah… it was fun too and definitely worth another try, despite the funky taste,” Bankotsu said wryly.

“Told you cum tastes funky when you mix it with food.”

“It’s not that exactly, Sweetness.”

“Yeah?” Jakotsu sat up. “Then what it is?”

“I think you’re a flavor meant to be enjoyed on its own.”

“Awe…” Jakotsu said and taking his life-partner’s face in his hands, he kissed Bankotsu long and hard…