Hot Sex and Chocolate Batter

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Tokyo Pop and am not making any money by using and abusing Tokyo Mew Mew characters for my own horny-ness.

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Ryou liked closing up the Café. Even after long, exhausting days of juggling pastries and aliens he relished the darkened after-hours of surreal silence. But as he walked back from locking the front entrance, he found the usual silence had not settled over the room. Instead, there was a distant lull of notes; a sweet soprano voice that he knew very well. Following the sound, he made his way to the heavy swinging door, subdued in the back of the café.

The kitchen air was thick with a heavenly smell. He paused to take a deep whiff of the mouth-watering aroma, letting the door sway shut behind him.

Chocolate. His favorite.

The kitchen was quite large. Especially for a small café. However, Ryou enjoyed the finer things in life and splurged like a “rich bastard”, as one of his neko friends would say. He had to walk around a corner before he finally saw her. Her back was to him, unaware of his presence as she continued to hum and stir a bowl of dark brown batter. She sometimes surprised him like this by staying the night, but she had never tried to bake anything before. Her long braid trailed down her back, swinging slightly. How he longed to unravel her lush, green hair and run his fingers through her glossy tresses.

What with her college classes, his multi-million dollar businesses and saving the world, they hardly had any time to spend together. He craved the feel of her skin against his and the taste of her lips. He knew he shouldn’t. Even as he grinned predatorily and approached her he knew that once he started, it would be near impossible to stop.
But start he did.

He lingered behind her for a few moments, savoring her scent and the heat radiating off of her, before he could stand it no longer.

“Boo.” He whispered, his breath tickling her ear. The result was priceless. With a swallowed squeak, Retasu jumped a foot into the air, splattering chocolate batter all over her self. She turned to face him with amused indignation, the spoon in her hand brandished toward him in mock defense. Her pretty face was covered in chocolaty specks. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but Ryou did not give her the chance.

In one fluid motion he had her sitting on the counter and was kissing her senseless. The clatter of a batter-covered spoon hitting the linoleum floor was lost to his ears. For a moment she did not respond, and Ryou had a fleeting doubt that she would reject the idea of making out with her boyfriend in such a place. But soon enough he felt her hands on his back, taking off his shirt, and her fingers combing through his hair as she tried to meet his feverish tempo.

He broke away to catch his breath, taking in the sight of her as he did so. Her glasses were askew, her face flushed, her lips swollen. He couldn’t help but feel victorious at his handy work. Wiping a bit of batter from her cheek with his finger, he went to lick it off, but Retasu caught his wrist in a gentle grip. Bringing his finger to her lips she sucked it clean. The feel of her moist tongue and the slight scrapping of her teeth was unbearable. He had to have her.

“Take off your clothes,” It was both an order and a plea. A chill ran up and down Retasu’s skin at his tone and heat pooled at her center. Stepping off the counter, she began to unzip her uniform, and though embarrassed at the stark white light of the kitchen, she continued until she was nude in front of him. He came close when she finished and reached behind her to untie her hair and run his fingers through the silky soft locks. Trembling, she took off her glasses and set them on the counter.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, in awe. Retasu shivered, but she doubted the cold around her had anything to do with it. His finger tips brushed across her cheek and trailed down her neck to her collar bone. By the time he made it to her breasts, she was whimpering, leaning against the counter for support. He stroked a tightened nipple with his thumb, watching her reaction. He had never seen her face when they made love before. The lights were always kept off. But now, just watching her was enough to keep him hard and pulsing. Still massaging her breast, his other hand stroked her soft curls, making his way to her wet center. She gasped when he found her bead, her hands gripping the counters desperately. She began to rock her hips, and when he inserted two fingers, she gasped his name.

His pants were getting quite uncomfortable at this point, and he removed his hand to unzip them. Retasu made a frustrated sound and began to play with herself, moving down to her knees for a better position. Pants off, Ryou was filled with a frantic need.

“Hands. Knees. Now.” He managed. Retasu obliged, crawling on the cool tile and spreading her legs for him. Groaning at the sight, he knelt down and thrust inside her. Retasu made a muffled sound and wriggled against him, adjusting. Ryou moaned in pleasure when he felt her walls squeeze around him, and began to pump in and out of her at a faster pace.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh Ryou! Yes!” Retasu breathed. Ryou grunted, loving the sound of his name on her lips.

“Harder! Oh, please. Harder!” She screamed.

With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt and came. Retasu moaned in exhausted dissatisfaction. She needed more. Seeing this, Ryou sat down against the cabinets, turned her around and motioned her to stand over his face. Teasing her with his tongue, he pumped his hand up and down his shaft until he was hard again. She kneeled over him then, and eased him inside her once more. Her eyes rolled back before she closed them, her mouth forming a little “Oh”. Ryou groaned as she rose on her knees, swirling around him when he was almost out of her before sinking into him again at a luxurious leisure. He could not stand the delicious torment any longer. His skin prickled and itched with arousal and want. Grabbing her hips, he bounced her as hard and as fast as he could. Getting the hint, she met his rhythm until they both met their climax. She trembled around him as he came, their gasping breath and echoed cries of pleasure filling the room.

He slipped out of her, his muscles weak from the extortion. He could have easily collapsed on the floor and slept soundly if he did not think of the scene that would leave for their friends. By will power alone, the two made their way up the stairs to his bed.

The next day, their friends found that strewn cloths and splattered cake batter all over the kitchen was enough scene for them.