Day 29. With Food

Date night usually entails Kravitz picking Taako up from his dorm and the two of them going planetside. Scythe-portal travel is quicker and easier than being blasted off the moon with a cannon, and probably safer.

Kravitz arrives to an empty common room and Taako’s door cracked open.

“That you, Krav?” comes a familiar voice from inside the room.

“Yes. Do you want me to wait out here?”

“Hell nah. Get in here. There's something I want you to see.”

Kravitz pushes the door open, stepping through, and slams it immediately behind him when he sees what Taako is wearing.

Or, more accurately, what Taako <i>isn't</i> wearing. Which is anything. He's laid out on the bed, head propped up on one hand and giving Kravitz a sultry look. There's small dollops of whipped cream on his nipples, each with a maraschino cherry on top, and there's a trail of chocolate drizzle down his stomach. Kravitz feels his mouth go dry and he knows he's gaping like an idiot.

“You like?”

Kravitz has to clear his throat several times before words will come out.

“You… Uh. You. Uhhh.” His face is burning and his brain has come to a grinding halt.

“I'll take that as a yes, homie.”

“Yeah.”

Taako beckons him over, curling a finger and winking. Kravitz is walking over to the bed before he even tells his body to move. He reaches a hand out to touch Taako, but his hand is smacked away.

“Nuh-uh. No hands allowed, gorgeous. Mouth only.”

Kravitz feels his heart beat faster, and he licks his lips.

“That’s the spirit,” Taako purrs. He reaches up to cup the back of Kravitz’s head and pull him down gently. He brushes his lips against Kravtiz’s before moving down and kissing his neck.

“C’mon,” he whispers, “before the whipped cream melts.” Kravitz laughs breathlessly and kisses his forehead before dipping down, nipping at his collarbone and kissing down his chest.

The whipped cream is thick and sweet on his tongue as he licks from the base of the dollop. He scoops the cherry up with his tongue and bites into it, sticky-sweet juice filling his mouth. He swallows and laps at the cream again, this time finding Taako’s nipple and earning a moan.

Once he’s cleaned the first pile whipped cream off of Taako’s chest, he  presses sticky kisses across his sternum before gently taking the second cherry between his teeth and bringing it to Taako’s mouth. He catches on, biting it in half and kissing Kravitz. The kiss is all sugar and maraschino cherry, far too sweet for Kravitz’s tastes but still so good. The kiss is slow and deep, almost lazy, until Taako has to pull away for air. Then Kravitz is lapping up the whipped cream on his other nipple, loving every gasp and moan that comes out of Taako’s mouth.

He’s sucking on Taako’s nipple when Taako tilts his chin up so Kravitz is looking at him. Taako drags his index finger through the trail of chocolate on his stomach, and holds it up to Kravitz’s mouth. He opens up obediently, sucking his finger clean. There's a hint of bitterness to the chocolate but it's a nice contrast to the overwhelming sweetness of the whipped cream still lingering in his mouth.

“Good boy,” Taako whispers, and pulls his finger out of Kravitz’s mouth with a pop. He hums, dropping his head to work his way down Taako’s stomach. The chocolate doesn’t come off as easily as the whipped cream did, and he ends up going very slowly, licking and sucking the skin until the chocolate is all gone. As he presses a sticky kiss to the hair trailing down from Taako’s navel, he feels Taako trembling under him. He’s blushing and squirming under Kravitz’s mouth and hands, and whines when he sees Kravitz watching him.

“Krav,” he says, needy.

“Is there something I can help you with, love?”

“Yeah, you can fuck me, how ‘bout that?”

“Hm. Interesting idea.” Kravitz drops a hand between Taako’s legs, feels how wet he is. Taako bucks his hips into Kravitz’s hand and moans.

“Come on,” he whines, “come <i>on</i>, you fuckin’ tease-”

Kravitz pushes two fingers into him and he rocks his hips down, trying to get more. Taako clenches around his fingers, thrusting his hips and starting to breathe harder.

“Ah,” Kraviz says as he curls his fingers up and into Taako, “I missed a spot.” With that, he leans down to lick a drop of chocolate from his stomach.