The Sins Series

Bittersweet Temptation: Sins Series - Gluttony

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Yohji licked his fingers, savoring the sweet taste that clung to them. He eyed his nearly empty plate and smiled. There was no one around to protest to him finishing off the rest of the cookies.

He was unaware that Aya watched him through the doorway. Lifting another cookie to his lips Yohji moaned with delight as he bit into it, closing his eyes to shut out anything that could distract him from the rich flavor that swept over his tongue.

Aya took a hesitant step into the kitchen, brows raising as he realized that it was his cookies that Yohji was eating. His favorite kind of cookie, that he bought each week, regular as clockwork. He froze as Yohji sighed and then felt himself shiver when Yohji sucked the tip of his finger into his mouth to suck away the chocolate that had melted to his skin.

Reaching for another cookie, Yohji couldn't help but compare the taste of the bittersweet chocolate to the flavor of Aya's lips during their earlier kiss. It was similar, he mused, as the rich buttery sweetness dissolved on his tongue. Aya hadn't melted so readily, though judging by the heat he'd given off, he'd nearly been ready to.

A soft sound behind him made him turn, the last cookie held in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw Aya standing just inside the kitchen and he blinked guiltily at the cookie.

“What are you doing?” Aya asked, far more calmly than Yohji had expected after their last encounter.

“Nothing?” Yohji replied, the quick licking of his lips doing nothing to dispell the crumbs that stuck to damp flesh.

“Nothing?” Aya echoed, footsteps silent on the floor. “It looks to me like you're rather enjoying eating my cookies.”

Yohji flushed, pushed off-balance when the anger he had expected from Aya didn't come. He held out the final cookie, “Do you want it?”

“Yes, I think I do,” Aya gave a cold smile as he took the cookie from Yohji's unresisting hand. Before Yohji could lower his hand to the table Aya's other hand closed firmly around his wrist. “Wait. It seems that you're trying to keep some of this for yourself.”

Yohji opened his mouo pro protest, closing his teeth with a sharp click when Aya leaned toward the chocolate that stained his fingers. The tip of Aya's tongue dragged along the marks, up the length of Yohji's finger and then down in a long swipe across his palm.

Shivering, Yohji closed his hand when Aya released it. He watched Aya eat the cookie, slow careful bites at odds with the light in the depths of his eyes. When he finished, he leaned a hip against the table and stared down at Yohji.

“We need to talk.”