Strawberry Picking

"So, where are you going today?"

Fresh from the bath, with a towel still wrapped around his waist, Yves whipped his head sideways with squinted eyes to find a silhouette leaned against the kitchen counter. His face brightened. Even through his hazy vision, he wouldn't mistake that voice and face for anyone else.

"Tim!" Yves marched forward to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's torso. He earned a grunt as he squeezed him tighter, but he held his boyfriend until he was satisfied. He pulled away to kiss him, but he got a piece of bread shoved in his mouth instead.

Timothy sniggered at him before putting on the eyeglasses on Yves' face. His handsome face turned clearer, so Yves didn't complain and just chewed the bread Timothy stuck to his mouth. It had a strawberry jam on it.

Strawberry. Yves remembered Glenn wanted to go strawberry-picking today.

"So? Where are you off to?" Timothy asked again, grabbing another loaf of bread.

"I have a client today."

"That pesky guy yesterday?"

"No," Yves answered as Timothy stuck a teaspoon on a jar and spread strawberry on his bread. The hint of displeasure didn't escape him, so he explained clearer. "It's the same client I had yesterday. It's a girl, okay. So don't be mad at me anymore, please."

That wasn't a lie. Emie, the vlogger, was still his official client through Rigma Agency. Yves could take on side clients without a problem, but Glenn was already a problem itself, and honestly, he wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Timothy didn't look convinced, though, prompting Yves to shower his sulking boyfriend with more affection. It's seldom for them to fight over a possible third-party, but when they did, it would get a little nasty as Timothy was quite petty when he's displeased.

Yves wanted to avoid this misunderstanding to escalate any further. It's not even worth it. They were fighting over the involvement of a guy that Yves would never even consider dating, so he'll do anything to pacify his boyfriend.

"It's okay if you want to go strawberry-picking with him." Timothy said in a tone of voice that meant the exact opposite. "I wouldn't mind."

"Tim. Baby, stop it already. I'm not going to see him."

"I'd rather if you do, as long as I know about it. I think that's better than you telling me you wouldn't meet with him, but you would behind my back."

"Tim..."

"It's just strawberry-picking, right? I see nothing wrong with that." Timothy grabbed the jar and scooped a teaspoonful of strawberry jam. Then he whisked it to Yves with a splat.

Yves looked down at the glutinous red substance splattered like coagulated blood all over his neck and chest. "Tim! I just finished--!"

Timothy grabbed his ass that Yves almost tiptoed while pressed against him, cutting him off. "Unless this is the kind of strawberry-picking he's talking about," he said, before dipping in to lick Yves' neck. "Then that will be an entirely different case."

Yves let out a breathless gasp as Timothy suckled on his neck until it bruised, his grip on Timothy's shoulders tightening. And even though he could push him away, he was powerless to the hungry mouth that sucked all his energy like a blood-thirsty vampire.

The pad of Timothy's tongue lapped at his chest, not missing a spot until he licked him clean. He didn't stop there, though. Timothy lifted him, so he was leveled to his chest, then sucked on his erect nipple without mercy.

"T-Tim—hah!" Yves threw his head up, his fingers clawing Timothy's knotted hair to press him closer to his chest. The towel around his waist loosened, dropping to rest on Timothy's arm that cradled him.

Timothy let him slid down, catching his lips in a scorching kiss. He threw the towel to a nearby chair, grabbed Yves' jaw, and pulled away. "Remember this, Yves. You can go pick strawberries with anyone, I don't care. But I'm the only one allowed to pick your strawberry. Are we clear?"

Yves grinned. "Yes, Boss. Promise."

"Promises are made to be broken. I need something more than that, Baby."

"Like?"

Without warning, Timothy swiveled and shoved Yves on the kitchen counter. He bent him until Yves had his face resting on the countertop. "I gotta do full harvest until nothing was left."

Yves tensed at the viscous jelly on his tailbone that trickled into the crevice of his ass. He looked over his shoulder and watched in trepidation as Timothy kneeled down. "Tim, that's a bit—hah!"

Timothy paid no heed to his weak protest. He spread Yves' butt-cheeks and exploited his strawberry tush-hole without an ounce of hesitation.

"Oh, shit—hah! Fuck!" Yves almost didn't know where to put his hands as his boyfriend raided him with his slick tongue. It wasn't the first they did something like this, but it still drove him crazy every single time.

When Timothy inserted two fingers and started massaging his prostate, Yves almost begged him to put his entire arm inside. The desperation for something bigger grew in each electrifying stroke to the bundle of nerves inside.

"Tim," Yves whimpered. "Please!"

Timothy stood from his kneeled position and curled his fingers up, forcing Yves to stand on his toes with a strangled cry. Using his free hand, he clawed Yves' nape and pulled him up. "Please what, Baby?"

"You! I need you, Tim."

Granting his plea, Timothy pulled out his fingers to remove his shirt, whilst Yves helped him unbuckle his belt. As soon as the collar of the shirt slid out of Timothy's head, Yves kissed him, unbothered that the tongue battling against him just rimmed his ass.

They had explored each other's body for years. There was nothing else that would phase him anymore when it came to Timothy. Yves was always clean, anyway. And it was hot.

Timothy pressed their groin together as they kissed, his fingers going back to the cranny of Yves' ass. The fruity liquid had dried up on Yves' skin, so there's an increased friction. But instead of re-applying their makeshift lube, he pushed Yves to his knees.

Instantly, Yves knew what Timothy was planning to do. He licked his lips as he looked up, catching Timothy's smirk while slathering strawberry jam on his turgid length.

"It's your favorite meal, Baby." Timothy prodded the tip to Yves' mouth. "Open up."

Yves moaned as the jelly-coated flesh slid to his mouth. The sweetened strawberry swirled in his tongue, but to taste it along with Timothy's cock only made more relish-worthy. He sucked on it until the last of the sweet delicacy dribbled down to his throat.

Timothy released a throaty groan and pulled Yves' hair to slow him down. "E-Easy there, Baby. You're gonna make me cum so soon."

"Then cum." Yves swatted the hand away and stroke Timothy as he sucked the head. "Cum on my mouth, my face, my body. You can do whatever you want, Tim. I'm all yours and yours alone."

Timothy rested his elbows on the kitchen counter and let Yves do what he wanted. His breathing turned labored, chest rising up and down, hips thrusting up to Yves' hands and mouth. With a final cry, he released his load in powerful bursts, splashing Yves' eyeglasses, face, hair, and his upper torso.

Yves stayed kneeled on the floor, watching Timothy basked in the aftermath of his orgasm. It was erotic. It was a beautiful sight. If it's a sin to worship another human, then he had just sinned right now.

His boyfriend was such a beautiful person. He would never dream of loving anyone else but him.

"Tim..." Yves called, choosing his words carefully. "I truly want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Still gasping, Timothy peered down at him and smirked. "Why? Because I'm yummy?"

Yves laughed, wiping his eyeglasses with Timothy's shirt. "Because I love you, silly."

Timothy pushed away from the kitchen counter and crouched down to wipe the mess he made on Yves' face. He kissed him on the lips. "I love you too, Baby," he said, before yanking Yves' ankles forward.

"Tim!" Yves yelped. "What?"

"What?" Timothy positioning himself in between Yves' legs. He grinned. "It's time for round two."

Their laughter echoed in the kitchen. Yves was sure he heard his phone vibrate on top of the table, but he ignored it. He just wrapped his arms and legs around Timothy's neck as they made love on the kitchen's floor.