Sweet Like Honey

Els x Hizashi/Present Mic

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It was sticky and messy, but they had taken precautions with a plastic sheet and really, she could not deny her boyfriend anything. He had asked to try this, had gotten so excited when she had smiled and said yes.  But the golden honey was drizzling onto - and into -- every part of her body. It felt strange, an oddly foreign substance when it wasn't by any means. She placed it in her tea now and then and baked with it. She had never stuck her hand in it, though, or played with it like he was doing now. 

Hizashi was like a kid sometimes, she mused, and it formed a large part of why she loved him. He loved sweets, and he really enjoyed using his mouth on her. The combination had him grinning from ear to ear as he squeezed every drop in that silly plastic bear onto her nude body. He tossed it carelessly away when it farted an empty puff of air.

"Oh, yeah." He licked, using his mouth as well and catching any drops that were sliding downwards. Positively ravenous, he grasped her waist in both hands when she started to pull away from the sensitive kisses. 

"Nuh uh, princess! I'm not missing a single inch of skin. This time I'm getting it all for sure." He buried his face between her breasts and she giggled; she couldn't help it.

"You're going to smear the heck out of your glasses, Zashi."

"Mm. You may be right." He took them off, folding them and setting them aside on the nearby end table. Elly got a good look at him when he sat up to do it and she clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling a huge fit of laughter. Hizashi noticed, however, and gave her that penetrating gaze he had. One eye huge and the other squinted, he stared down at her.

"Okayyyy... what."

"Your mustache." 

He blinked. "Eh?" 

She waved him close and he obliged happily, not caring that pressing down against her meant he was smearing his own body as well. "It got on them and smushed the hair all weird." She kissed him, then slowly licked the hair into the proper points. 

"Nngh... you know what that does to me!" 

"Like you don't know it does the same to me, big boy," she husked. Reaching around, she grasped a double handful of his tight rear. "You're all slippery now, too."

"You wanna wrestle?" He growled playfully and wrapped his legs around hers. The honey squished between them and their bodies moved slickly together. She caught one of his ears in her mouth as they squirmed around and sucked on the lobe, causing him to moan loudly. "You're gettin' me too worked up, babe. The honey - it's like a gooey lube. God, that feels good." He rubbed himself on her belly, eyes closing in bliss, and after a few minutes she heard his breathing pick up another notch. He caught his breath in great, hitching sobs and started whimpering.

"Hizashi," she hummed quietly, "I know you. You're not going to last, sweetie."

"Yerr right. M'not," he choked. He had an adorable tendency to start to slur his words together when he was near orgasm. "Feels gooood. I wanna come all over you."

"Oh, dear." She smiled and tickled his lower back. "I'm messy already, so go ahead."

"Y'don't mind?"

"I don't mind."

"Promise," he gasped, "take care of you ... later."

"I know."

His eyes met and held hers as he thrust, his lower lip caught adorably between his teeth. "M'wanna cover you all over," he shuddered. She watched as his green eyes glazed over with pleasure. Hizashi reared back, holding himself in one hand to aim carefully at her body. Even in the throes of a shivering, muscle jerking orgasm he didn't want to catch her in the eye or something. The release left his body in several long, ropey bursts that left him feeling drained. When he looked down he giggled weakly. His girlfriend was laying back with an arm draped across her eyes with layers of glistening gold honey, sweat, and his final additive on top.

"Oh, shit, babe. You're a hot mess."

"That's not exactly what the phrase means, Zashi." She grinned back at him. "You're right, though."

"Uh. How do we clean this up?"

"We?" She chuckled quietly. "I can't move or I'll make an even worse mess. This has gotta be all you, dear."

He pursed his lips, considering for a moment. Then it came to him and he snapped his fingers, his eyes lighting up. "Okay, stay still!" And with a sudden decisive flourish he rolled her up in the plastic like a sticky burrito. Elly didn't even protest, she just started to laugh as he picked the whole bundle up and staggered off towards the bathroom.

"You're such a dork, Zashi."

"Yeah, yeah," he grunted, trying his damndest not to spill any of the rolled up contents before reaching his destination of the bathtub. "You love me anyway."

"I love you because you're a dork."