A cake made of love

It was a bright, cold winter day, and Masato was looking forward to drink warm chocolate and read some yaoi fanfics, as he trudged through the last deep snow in front of the Tanaka household. When he opened the apartment door to be greeted by smoke and screams, these comfortable thoughts soon disappeared. Was the house on fire? He ran to the kitchen, where the horrible screams seemed to come from. The sight that met Masato made him smile. His younger brother, Junichi, was happily dancing between pots and the smoking oven, his white hair bouncing, as he apparently tried to bake. Blaring in the background, the stereo was playing Dir en Grey at top volume, with the lead singer Kyo screaming something about angry worms. The whole scene was almost too cute, especially as Junichi had clad himself in soft pants, and a red apron with hearts and the text “Head chef” on it. Finally, on the edge of laughter, Masato turned off the music, making a confused Junichi turn around to notice his older brother. Immediately, he started to blush deep red.

“But you were supposed to stay at Daisuke’s after school” he finally said with a weak voice. Daisuke was Masatos boyfriend, and Junichi was the only family member that knew. “Nah, he really had to study for a test, and thought I would distract him” Masato answered, both boys exchanging knowing smiles at the implied meaning of the word distract. “Dad’s not home yet?” Masato asked. “He had to work overtime at the office, won´t be home until late tonight. Thought I would have plenty of time to bake a cake for your birthday tomorrow, but then you come and ruins the surprise”, Junichi sulked. At hearing that, Masato could not resist hugging his little brother. The hug became longer, and as the boys hugged, Masato realized several things. First, how the apron and soft pants Junichi wore, while deliciously cute, also were damned sexy on him. Second, how his fingertips had somehow found their way under the waistband of said pants to rest at the top of Junichis buttocks. And finally, how he felt something hard and very cocklike through Junichis pants. It was Junichi that broke their embrace “We got the house for ourselves, big brother”, he said with pleading, almost desperation in his voice.

Now, it was true that they had fucked many times before, Masato thought. Junichi, despite looking young and innocent, seemingly had an endless supply of hormones and cum. Masato had often wondered who were seme in their strange relationship. Masato was older, by two years, bigger and stronger. He was the one who took Junichi. Junichi was the one that blushed, the cheerful one. And still… Despite appearing shy, he had a way of getting his big brother to do exactly as he wanted. Even now, when Masato had a boyfriend…

It was then, despite his own raging erection, despite how fuckable Junichi locked in that damned red apron, that Masato decided to control himself. “I’ve got to start with my homework”, he said, hoping to sound stern. Junichi looked at his brother with the puppy eyes he were so good at using, just happening to angle himself so that his erection became clearly visible. “But I hoped we could lick the frosting together”, Junichi said in his most innocent voice, tracing his finger on a bowl, covering it with sweet sugar. Masatos pants were very close to exploding, as he, mumbling something about “not enough time” and “responsibility towards our ancestors”, escaped to their room.

It was first after an hour of repeatedly watching the infamous corn scene from Boku no Sexual Harrassment and reaching two climaxes, that Masato finally dared to sneak back into the kitchen, driven mostly by the need to feed. He found his little brother by the worktop, slowly decorating the birthday cake with cream from a big bowl. Masato just stared, unable to move, at the scene before him. Junichi was the first to speak, greeting his brother with a friendly hello and a small wave, before turning back to decorating the cake. “You’re nude!” was all that Masato finally could get out of his dry throat. Junichi did not seem too think his lack of clothes was anything strange, “Nah, I still get the apron”, he just stated matter-of-factly, with a small smile. And the apron was indeed all he got. Junichi was still facing the kitchen worktop, so Masato, amazed, could do nothing else but trace Junichis smooth lines, from his back, to his small buttocks. Masato notices how Junichis pale skin was covered in with shiny layer of sweat, and how some drips of sweat ran down his back to end up between his cheeks. “I got a bit… hot”, Junichi said seemingly explaining.

“Get down you bastard”, Masato said to himself, when he felt how something started to grow in his pants. “This is not possible; I already did it to myself two times. It’s like some fucking yaoi fanfic”, his mind repeated again and again. But Masatos cock would not listen to reason, but instead started to grow even harder. Masato tried to think of penguins, and particularly how bad penguins could smell during the summer, when Junichi placed the killing blow. Moving a bowl filled with chocolate frosting, Junichi “accidentally” happened to tip it, so that a lot of the chocolate “happened” to get on his body, where it slowly started to snake its way downwards. In some strange way, Junichi got chocolate on both his back and on his stomach, under the apron too, so that it soon had ran down on both his ass and cock. “Oops” Junichi said in a particularly innocent voice. It was then that all of Masatos mental defenses melted.

All Masato really knew then was that Junichi was about to be fucked, hard, just like old times. “Bend over, and spread them” he ordered. Junichi, understanding what was about to happen, suddenly seemed on the verge of tears. “But you can’t do it, big brother”. Masato knew that Junichi sometimes liked to play shy and hard to get, thought that would hardly fit the current situation very well. “What is it?” Masato asked, but his younger brother just turned away, repeating how Masato could not do him, in a low, shy voice. Masato, knowing how much his younger brother liked to play games, asked again, as patiently as he could. Junichi would not talk, but instead bent over the kitchen worktop, spreading his smooth buttocks with his hands. “Look”, he said, “my… hole”. And then Masato saw what he talked about, a small black buttplug was inserted all the way into Junichis ass. By then Junichi´s face was all red from blushing, and he actually had started to cry a little from the shame. “I’m sorry”, he sobbed, “I just couldn’t stop myself”. Masato had to keep himself from laughing at the crying boy in front of him. It hardly took a rocket scientist to understand how much Junichi enjoyed the situation, besides he was obviously hard as a rock under the apron. But if he wanted to play, it could be arranged, Masato decided.
 
“Pull it out”, Masato ordered with a hard voice. “But…” his younger brother began, only to be silenced by a hard smack on his ass. Apparently, the plug was really hard to get out, since Junichi seemingly had to struggle for over three minutes, while his brother watched, more and more amused at the show. In the end, it left Junichis rear hole very stretched. “How long have you had that thing in you?” Masato asked, amazed. He just got a naughty smile for answer.

Masato was just about to thrust his cock into Junichi, when he remembered a small but essential detail. Lube. Fortunately, the yaoi fanfics he read teached how mostly anything could be used as lube, including butter, ice-cream, spit and chocolate. One especially deranged fan girl had even suggested using shampoo, he remembered. Masato had an even better idea. “Make yourself cum”, he told his little brother. Junichi obediently started to stroke his hard cock under the apron. Being extremely aroused, and with a secret fetish for being watched, Junichi could not prolong his pleasure very much. Precum soon began to leak from his cock, mixing with chocolate, muscles tensing, breathing increasing. Seeing how Junichi approached his orgasm, Masato, being the responsible brother he is, handed Junichi the bowl of cream and ordered him to come there. Very soon after that, the cream was covered with sperm and the yaoi-lube of tonight prepared.

Getting two fingers inside Junichis ass was easier than expected, thanks to the plug. Getting two fingers and half a bowl of cream and cum inside was a bit harder and a lot less realistic, but nevertheless a lot more fun! As Masato’s fingers worked Junichi’s ass, the white-haired boy panted, and soon started to harden, just minutes after his last orgasm. When Masato felt pleased with his work, he backed a few steps to admire the beautiful scene in front of him. The white-haired boy was covered with a mix of sweat and chocolate, his ass stretched and leaking a mixture of cream and cum, his apron looking progressively slutty with the addition of some cumstains, his wet cock spurting an impressive erection. Junichi was flushed and obviously aroused as hell, where he stood braced against the worktop, waiting to be taken.

“I’m pushing in” was all Masato managed to say, before he entered his brothers ass with a big thrust of his cock. If felt like heaven, Junichi’s hole was slick and warm, and as his big cock was buried to the hilt in Junichi’s body, Masato had to stop moving to avoid cumming instantly. The two brothers just stood there for several minutes, completely still, enjoying each other, relaxing. Then Junichi grew impatient, and started to push back against the invading cock. Soon they had worked out a steady rhythm to their fucking, and Junichi moaned in pleasure as his prostate was hit with each thrust. Things got a bit messy, as the mixture of cream and cum started to run down their legs, and as the chocolate frosting on Junichi’s body seemed to get everywhere, but both of them liked messy. Masato started to play with his brother’s cock and balls, earning even more of those soft moans he liked so much. Then, cock still deep inside, he dragged his younger brother to an upright position and roughly pushed him towards the fridge. Then Masato finally removed the apron and let if fall to the floor, all while he stroked with his other hand, leaving the white-haired boy completely nude. “Love you”, Masato whispered “Lov…” Junichi started to answer, but stopped as he came mid-sentence, spurting a big load of warm cum right into Masatos stroking hands. Masato, surprised by the sudden orgasm of his brother, lost control as he felt Junichi’s body tense up around his cock. Then he came too, filling his little brother’s ass with his cum, where it mixed with Junichi’s own, and the cream. “Love you too”, a tired and spent, but happy Junichi finally said. They hugged. When Masato finally pulled back, he started to laugh, “You’re soiling the floor! Here, let me help you” he said between fits of laughter, and placed the still half-full bowl of cum and cream between Junichi’s legs. Junichi looked down, too see how the cum, mixed with cream, trickled out of his stretched ass and formed a big puddle in the bowl. First, he just blushed, but then he too joined the laughter. They two brothers stood there for a long time, laughing, cuddling and kissing as more and more of the sticky liquid ran out of Junichi’s body into the bowl.

The day after:
“This cake is just SO GOOD” Daisuke exclaimed, with amazement in his voice, as he downed another spoon filled with the rich cream that decorated it. “What have you used?” he asked, curious. “I just baked it with love”, Junichi answered, and the two brothers shared a knowing smile.