Titolo: Vanilla
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Rei Ryuugazaki/Nagisa Hazuki
Genere: erotico, romantico
Avvertimenti: intercrural, future fic, kink, lemon, yaoi, un po' (lievemente) OOC, in inglese
Parole: 1768
Note: Questa fic nasce da un connubio felice (o infelice, a vostra discrezione) di una idea e di un headcanon sulla personalità di Rei (forse appunto OOC come ho segnalato lì sopra) sviluppati con ilanathepurple @ tumblr, di una doujinshi kawoshin con l'intercrural (che m'ha fatto venire voglia di scriverlo) e del prompt "caffè" del COW-T, settimana 4, lezione settimanale. Sì insomma amo il sesso mattutino, amo i kink e amo la reigisa, non c'è molto altro da dire. XDDD e il titolo sembrerebbe essere una canzone porca di Gackt, che non ho mai ascoltato perché non amo il visual kei, ma vbb mi mancava un titolo oh.


He groans at the feeling of being temporarily blinded even though really, it only lasts a second.
He must have forgotten the curtains open...
Rei turns around huffing and groaning: he feels that the sunlight right now is too much for him to look around and after all he was kept awake too long last night... not that he would complain about it. Looking for some warmth and wanting to hug the small, warm body he fell asleep next to, he realizes through the daze of his lethargy that it's not there. He's not there. Rei frowns with his eyelids still shut, but then he has them slowly lift, and while his eyes burn a bit with too much light, the white pillow in front of him seems to glimmer in the sunlight with five or six blond hair left there. Nagisa must have lost them when Rei pulled his hair while thrusting inside him last night... His hands touch on the space next to him, soft and most importantly warm, and finally he accepts that Nagisa just got up so he should as well.
"Nagisa?" He calls, his voice coming out a bit roughened. He dropped the honorifics time ago, it was a natural and swift change matching with the time when he first realized his lewd dreams all had one thing in common: ruffled blond curls, big fuchsia eyes, a grin that hid a bunch of complexes and fears, and perfect slender hips swinging, rolling, begging to have hands on them while thrusting down. When those eyes became a reason for him to have a fluttering heart, blood rushing everywhere in his body, his voice thickening until it would become too hard to speak. Especially since they had been friends for a long time before realizing that relationship had melted into something else.
"I'm making us breakfast!" The chirping, high pitched voice of his boyfriend sings instead, making the corners of Rei's lips curl up just slightly and his eyes smile. Nagisa... always so cheerful.
"What are you making?" He asks, and yawns before sitting up then stretching his arms up. His spine popping pleasantly delivers a little shake of relief to his mind, and he sighs, content, before rolling away from the pleasurable embrace of his futon and duvet, which seem to fold back sadly at his departure.
"I'm making eggs, rice and coffee" Nagisa replies, popping his head in. "And strawberries with cream for me!" He adds with a smile, before going back to the counter.
Rei bites softly at his lip, processing the thought that Nagisa is cooking. Nagisa is engaged with doing something for the both of them. Something he is focusing on, something during which Rei can catch him by surprise. Generally Nagisa is always the one jumping him and taking initiative, except when he's doing some housework, or cooking - those times when they don't cook together or Rei doesn't do it.
And that is enough to make him stand. He walks still stretching his arms up, while Nagisa flips a sunny side up egg on the pan, and then they both smile when Rei wraps his arms around the smaller's waist.
"Sleep well?" Nagisa asks, with a familiar shiver of pleasure at the feel of Rei's lips being pressed on his nape then trailing over to his neck.
"Mmmh. Yes. I didn't sleep much, but I definitely slept well," Rei replies, leaving more and more kisses up and down the gentle curve of Nagisa's neck ending smoothly into his shoulders, wider than when he was a teenager, but still smaller than his own. Nagisa's body matured and developed, of course - the long-awaited growth spurt came in the end - but still his forms are thin, with quite a few curves giving him an almost feminine shape, and his pale skin stretches more on his face, making his cheeks thinner and his features sharper. His plump cheeks almost disappeared.
While in high school he was more the image of cuteness and childishness, now he looks definitely more apt for sex - although even in school they still had it, oh did they have it.

He shivers, with a giggle even though his grin is morphing into parted lips and labored breath, and his hand trembles just slightly as it holds the pan tight. Rei is touching him, dragging his own digits slowly, up and down the underside of Nagisa's length, brushing ever so slightly on the tip and sometimes teasing the small slit.
"Keep cooking, Nagisa," he whispers in a gentle but firm voice, looking at his boyfriend blush a little and relishing in the sight of him hold on tighter on the panhandle. "I love it when you do this."
"When I just cook?" Nagisa giggles through heavier breaths as he feels Rei's other hand slither along his back, only to grab at his love's buttcheeks.
"Yeah..." Rei replies, not even phased by how amused Nagisa always is because of Rei's little perversions. "It's... natural. You're doing something for us... preparing food... you are so attractive when you do it," he explains, sparing the part about how from an evolutionary point of view someone who takes care of primary needs will always be a better match than someone who doesn't. Rei's appreciation went just a little above the line, becoming a mild fetish. Nagisa doesn't mind. That is weird, but he himself is weird too in his own way. They're both weird, together, and maybe that is also how they found each other.
"Maybe I should cook in a sexy maid uniform, what do you think?" Nagisa purrs, rolling his hips slowly, against Rei's fingers. Rei's breath hitches in his throat, and at the mere image suggested by his lover he cannot help dragging things faster: he pulls Nagisa close, and then he mouths at his nape, while sliding the head between his naked thighs. Nagisa's instinct is to spread them a little, but Rei's hands lovingly prevent him from doing so, pressed down the outside of Nagisa's legs, and his lips reach the other male's ear to suckle softly at the lobe and then smile.
Nagisa's body stills completely, for a moment, and then he seems to shiver more visibly, and his hand goes stiff again on the panhandle, as Rei's cock slides under him, over and over, with much more friction than the ideal but still the fact that he's fucking Nagisa's thighs is arousing on its own.
Rei's fingers continue stroking gently around Nagisa's length and touching softly at the skin of his groin, drawing circles on his stomach only to tease at the flushed sex again. While slipping through Nagisa's legs and pushing against him so passionately that the other stops holding the handle and braces against the plate cabinet over the gas kitchen.
"R-Rei-chan..." Nagisa whines, both with frustration at not having any real chance at release right now and with pleasure pooling up where Rei grinds hard. Soon enough, Rei's hands also support himself on the cabinet. The sound of slightly shaking plates provokes Nagisa to snort with his breath trapped between a laugh and a moan, and then his voice purrs that "Rei-chan, thee art so energetic to-day..."
"Don't make fun of me..." Rei replies in throught gasps and luscious moans, his cock slipping faster and faster through Nagisa's growingly irritated thighs.
"Alright, my Lord," Nagisa pants, now moving his hips to search for any kind of friction. "Or maybe mon chouchou is better?" He adds, with a smile, while the friction under him only increases the pressure inside and makes his voice tremble again. Of course, his accent is simply atrocious, but Rei pants in an excited surge anyway, thrusting harder between the inner thighs of his boyfriend and rolling his hips madly while kissing his clothed shoulder.
"How are you s-so cute...?" Rei asks, as his panting comes fast and loud with little moans peppering it, but no answer comes. "Ah, Nagisa, Nagisa," he adds louder, in a whine, and before climaxing he opens his mouth to leave a soft bite to Nagisa's neck.

Letting go of the cabinet, and dropping his head on Nagisa's shoulder, he then starts touching him, lightly at first, but with each excited whimper coming from the other he moves his fist quicker, while looking at his cheek reddening and his eye closing from the angle he is at. Nagisa's head tilts back, his hips stutter, and then he moves his hands from the cabinet as well only to turn around and kiss Rei as hard as ever, with his tongue lapping at his man's mouth.
"Rei-chan is so very dirty," he breathes without judgment, his eyes drooping as they stare into Rei's purple, burning ones.
"I know," Rei whines low, kissing him again. "You- you made me dirty."
Nagisa laughs breathless, before joining his hand with Rei's and leaning his head on the other's shoulder. Rei kisses is gently, his hand adjusting with Nagisa's, and with the last of his strength he guides Nagisa to orgasm, and then they both crumble against one another, with heavy breaths mixing and lazy smiles flashing from one to the other.

And then as they rest into each other's embrace, Rei regains awareness of the room around them and his eyes fly open staring at the pan where the egg burnt. And then he guesses the rice stuck to the bottom of the metal pot.
"No~" he lets out in a long wail, as his stomach growls in disappointment. Nagisa turns around, with a defeated sigh, and turns the gas off before glancing over his shoulder with a pout.
"Your fault, Rei-chan," he scolds, and begins to throw the food away. "Well, we'll eat cookies and coffee," he goes on, before realizing... "Oh, the coffee is not good. Only the strawberries are safe... and Rei-chan, I love you, but I'm not sharing those."
Rei leans his forehead against Nagisa's back, and sighs. "Sorry..."
"It's okay," Nagisa replies eventually, after turning around and kissing the top of his head. "It's my fault that you're a fetishist now, right?"
"I am not a fetishist," Rei complains, and fixes his glasses on his nose. "Anyway, it's a good thing I'm on vacation..."
Nagisa grins, going on the tip of his toes.
"Which is a miracle, given you're such a workaholic," he retorts, hugging his lover.
"I thought it would give me more time to spend with you."
Nagisa hums quietly with a widening smile, before replying.
"I'm glad... even though you made me burn the food."
"I said I'm sorry!!"