Love Thirst

Title: Love Thirst
Author: tsutsuji
Fandom: Papa to Kiss in the Dark
Pairing: Kyousuke/Mira
Rating: MA/NC17
Warnings: Well. To begin with, this is my first fic written for Kink Bingo, for the "bodily secretions" square on my card with a focus on watersports and sweat, and with bonus, built-in-to-the-fandom kinks of incest and shota - Mira is still 15 in this as he is in the anime. And there's even a bit of "wet and messy" kink for good measure. And with a sucky title, besides. ^^

Summary: Kyousuke loves everything that tastes of Mira.

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Kyousuke spent more than half the day watching Mira have fun in the sun, listening to him laugh, laughing along with him, and just being with him. That's something he'd recently realized he did not spend nearly enough time doing. So, on this warm, sunny Sunday, he had taken Mira to a park and rented bicycles, and they spent the next several hours racing each other around on the bike paths.

Kyousuke watched Mira's smile flash in the sun, and watched his still-short-for-his-15-years legs pump the peddles, and watched his hands grip the handlebars, and watched his hair grow damp and his t-shirt start to cling to his back from sweat, and watched his beautiful mouth suck juice through the tiny straws of numerous juice cartons and gulp down a couple of bottles of water. Simply watching him.

His heart throbbed whenever he heard Mira's laughter, and whenever Mira's big, violet eyes caught his, teasing him for being too old to keep up and challenging him to another race. Of course, Kyousuke always fell behind. His balls throbbed at the sight of Mira's pert ass bouncing on the bicycle seat in shorts, and even just to see him swipe the back of his hand across his wet mouth after he took a drink. Of course, Mira knew exactly what that did to him.

They stopped for ice cream on the way home. Kyousuke was certain the only reason Mira still made a mess with the cone and got ice cream on his face was so that he could lick it off, just because he knew Kyousuke watched his tongue when he did, and also because that gave Kyousuke an excuse to reach over and touch his lips in public. Kyousuke wiped at his sticky mouth the same way he used to when his little boy was actually little, and then let his thumb linger on Mira's full lower lip, the same way he did now when they were making love. Having given him the excuse, Mira allowed it, for a second, this intimate caress in public, hidden in plain sight. Then he swatted Kyousuke's hand away.

"I'm not a little boy any more, you know, Papa!" he grumbled.

"No, you're just my cute, messy 15 year old boy," Kyousuke countered with a grin, tapping him on the nose.

Mira scowled and blushed, face red from a little more than just the heat, in that beautiful confusion of insulted teenager and turned-on lover. With an impish grin, he reached up and dabbed at a bit of ice cream that had somehow gotten on Kyousuke's chin. Kyousuke didn't know why that move caught him off guard; he should've known better by now.

"Papa is messy too," Mira laughed, a teenager mimicking a little kid. It would have just seemed childish, except for the way Mira then popped his finger into his mouth and sucked the tiny bit of ice cream off of it. His eyes twinkled with secret, seductive mischief. He knew he'd scored a point when Kyousuke's breath hitched and heat flushed his face for a second before he got control of himself again.

"I think it's time to go home and get cleaned up," Kyousuke said brusquely.

Mira managed to look sulky, but he really didn't have any argument for that. Driving home, Kyousuke glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and caught Mira looking up at him from under his lashes. Mira's face bloomed bright pink again and he looked away quickly, pretending he wasn't staring at Kyousuke's mouth.

Not too many minutes later, they were back home and in the bathroom, sweaty clothes peeled from their sticky bodies, both still dripping from the humid heat. Mira was already in the shower, waiting, when Kyousuke stepped up close behind him.

Mira picked up the hand held nozzle shower nozzle, but Kyousuke pulled him back before he could turn it on, arms around him from behind, and bent down just enough to nuzzle his chin into Mira's sweat-damp hair. Mira squirmed, wonderfully hot and damp against Kyousuke's body.

"Kyousuke!" he whined. "You're all sweaty!"

"Mmm, so are you, Mira," Kyousuke said, his voice dropping into a delighted purr. A little shudder ran through Mira's body, betraying him even as he continued to squirm and complain. A shame to wash it all away in a spray of hot water, Kyousuke thought, admiring the gleam of moisture on Mira's pale, smooth skin.

Kyousuke held him a little tighter, leaned down more, and licked the back of his neck, slowly, savoring the taste of perspiration on his skin. Mira shivered and went almost still in his arms, and almost stopped protesting. With one hand on Mira's shoulder and the other on his hip, Kyousuke slowly dropped to his knees as he licked his way across the back of Mira's neck, then down his spine, following the trickle of sweat down his back, lapping it up, far more delicious than ice cream.

"Kyousuke," Mira said, half sigh and half whine. "What about taking a shower!"

His smaller hand landed on Kyousuke's hand on his hip, fingers curling between Kyousuke's larger ones as if he was going to try to dislodge them, but he didn't. He shivered again, maybe cooling down while he was just standing there, but his skin was still pleasantly warm on Kyousuke's tongue, so maybe the shiver was for another reason.

Kyousuke was careful not to lick in those sensitive, ticklish places, like the narrow spot at the side above his hips, that would send Mira squirming and squealing out of his reach, so Mira stayed still for another whole minute. That was long enough for Kyousuke to lap up all the sweet-salty sweat that he could easily reach. Only then did he reach for the tap to start the water. Mira still held the shower-head in his other hand, the one that wasn't curled around Kyousuke's, and he jumped when the soft spray hit his chest and lower body, running down his legs.

This time, it was Mira who stopped everything. He suddenly turned off the flow at the showerhead and dropped it, simultaneously twisting away out of Kyousuke's light grasp.

"Mira!" Disappointed and surprised, Kyousuke grabbed him by the wrist just before he slipped out of the shower enclosure completely. "Where are you going?"

Mira tugged his hand out of Kyousuke's grip, but he paused, still within reach, so Kyousuke reached for him again, this time only resting his hand on the boy's arm. Mira didn't quite turn around, but Kyousuke could see that his cheeks were pink, and he shifted from foot to foot. "I'll be right back, Papa," he said quickly. "I have to go pee first..."

A thrill ran through Kyousuke's body as he suddenly remembered, vividly, Mira sucking on all those juice cartons, all morning long. They never stopped for a rest break in all that time, either. All it took was the sound of the shower, the warm water hitting him, to make it a matter of urgency for Mira.

Kyousuke coaxed him back. "But you'll drip all over the floor now, Mira!" he said reasonably, even though the toilet was not three feet away from the shower enclosure, and it hardly mattered if he dripped puddles on the tile floor, anyway. "Just do it here in the shower."

"That's gross!" Mira said, and pulled back from Kyousuke again - back, but not out of the shower.

"No it isn't," Kyousuke insisted. "It's perfectly fine, Mira; it'll just go down the drain anyway. And papa will clean you all up afterward!"

Mira stared at him for a second as if horrified, then quickly turned away, his face redder than ever. He knew perfectly well what Kyousuke meant by "cleaning him up," of course.

"Kyousuke, you pervert," he muttered.

But he didn't make another move to get out of the shower. Kyousuke coaxed him to turn the rest of the way around to face him, and sidled closer to him. His knees became wet from the water that had run off Mira's body a moment ago.

"Go ahead, Mira," he said.

But his voice might have been just a little deeper and warmer than he meant it to be, because Mira shivered again, and when he took his penis in his hand and aimed it downward, nothing happened.

Kyousuke took him in hand as well, very carefully, because of course the last thing he wanted to do right then was make it more difficult for him to pee by getting him aroused. Mira shifted his feet again, grimacing just a little, and steadied himself with one hand on Kyousuke's shoulder, still keeping his face averted.

"Kyousuke, you're not helping, you know!" he complained.

"What do you mean, Mira?" Kyousuke said cajolingly. "It's just like we used to do it when you were little, when papa helped his little boy learn how to hit the target without making a mess!"

Mira glanced at him sidelong, one eyebrow raised, like he saw right through every word Kyousuke said. His little boy never used to give him looks like that. "Yeah, except now you're trying to make a mess," he muttered.

"It won't make a mess in here, Mira," Kyousuke said. "Anyway, I'm not going to let you go until you let go! It's perfectly okay if you... ahhh!"

He broke off, first in surprise and then with pleasure as Mira suddenly managed to let go after all. The warm stream flowed from Mira's penis onto Kyousuke's hand and ran down his arm, dripped onto his knee, and trickled from his arm onto his stomach. A good, strong stream, and Mira let out a little breath of relief and clutched his shoulder as it continued to pour out of him.

Kyousuke shifted closer and bent his arm, so that the steady stream of piss, so wonderfully warm from Mira's body, fell onto his cock. He was already half-aroused before Mira even turned on the water a minute ago, and the liquid heat made his cock swell even more.

"Ah, Mira," he breathed. But even that wasn't quite enough. He nudged Mira's hand to direct the stream upward a little more, and crouched down low enough to let it rain on his chest, on his chin, and to taste it on his tongue. He'd downed his share of fruit juice earlier, too, but this was by far the best drink he'd had all day.

"Mira drank quite a lot today," he said, impressed and more than a little amused when the stream finally started to peter out. He was surprised the boy held out as long as he did. "Now I have to clean you up, don't I?"

Mira didn't say anything. Kyousuke saw that his eyes were closed, too, and his fingers curled, digging into Kyousuke's shoulder. He shifted his feet again as if wiggling away, but it only surreptitiously spread his legs a little further apart. Other than that, he didn't move.

Kyousuke smiled. Of course, Mira knew perfectly well what he was doing when he guzzled down so many drinks, more than even the hot day and exercise really required, and then waited so long to pee. He knew it would all lead to this.

Kyousuke shuffled backward on his knees, with one hand still cupping Mira's cock and the other still on his hip to steady him, his thumb tracing a little circle in the hollow under his hip bone. Then he crouched down again and began to clean Mira up, just as he'd promised, with his tongue.

He quickly caught the last remaining drop of piss from the tip of his cock, licked down the shaft to catch any that might have flowed back down over his hand and Mira's, and ran his tongue down the insides of Mira's thighs where a few stray drops managed to escape. At the same time, he lifted Mira's cock, slowly and gently stroking him while he lapped up underneath.

"Unnhh, Kyousuke," Mira whined softly. Both his hands were on Kyousuke's shoulders now, pushing himself up onto tiptoe a little; when Kyousuke glanced up, he saw Mira's eyes were closed, his dark lashes fluttering over flushed cheeks.

He took as much time as he knew Mira's patience would allow to enjoy the scent and taste of his skin, and to appreciate how the familiar flavor of his piss had a slightly different tang from all the fruit juices he drank earlier.

"Mira tastes so good," he sighed when he'd licked him all as clean as could be.

He nuzzled the inside of Mira's leg, and for a moment he considered taking the boy's stiffening cock into his mouthright then, but he decided to postpone that delight a little longer. Instead, he straightened up on his knees and reached past Mira to grab the hand-held shower and turn it on to a trickle. Reluctantly, he rinsed his mouth out with the warm water before he tried to kiss Mira, because Mira didn't like the taste on Kyousuke's breath. Kyousuke loved it, though, just as he loved everything that tasted of Mira.

But once Kyousuke had done this, Mira threw his arms around his neck and kissed him, suddenly quite enthusiastic about it, and then nuzzled Kyousuke's neck, still sticky with sweat. Kyousuke shivered with pleasure when Mira inhaled his own strong scent and then sighed happily. Evidently, it wasn't just the fragrance of Chanel Egoiste that made Mira melt.

All this time, ever since the last drop fell, he'd been slowly stroking Mira's cock, and even though he kept his touch light, it already stood at nearly full attention in his hand. Kyousuke's erection was almost as full grown.

Mira pulled away and shoved him back, and made a grab for the showerhead.

"You're such a dirty old man, Kyousuke!" he complained. He looked down at Kyuousuke kneeling there, all wet and sticky with more than his own sweat now. "And you're still all dirty, you know! Are we going to take a shower or not?"

Kyousuke sat up and pulled him into his arms before he could turn the spray on full again. Their bodies slid together, sticky and wet, and he felt Mira's erection prod at him.

"Why bother?"he chuckled in Mira's ear, "when we're just going to get all sticky again soon, anyway..."

"Kyousuke!" Mira whined as if scandalized.

But he dropped the showerhead and let the water drizzle away down the drain a second later, his scolding turned into another steamy kiss that made Kyousuke moan his name. And, sure enough, they were both very, very damp and sticky again before they finally got around to taking that shower.

~~the end~~