Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Caramelized ❯ Chapter 1

A PWP just for Wind, because she wanted to read the ice cream sex.

-Be warned, this fic is a lemon. Smut ahoy.-

~Caramelized~

"Get out those fans, 'cause we've got record highs tod-"

Daisuke slipped off his headphones and tossed them into the grass, flopping down and sighing heavily. "Yeah, I know. It's hot. It's too hot." He rolled over onto his back, staring off into the park. At least here he could lie under a tree and enjoy some shade. On top of that, the park was virtually empty. Everyone else appeared to be listening to the warnings on the news. 'Stay inside and drink water to avoid heat stroke!' Daisuke thought that might have been helpful advice if his house wasn't hot anyway, and occupied by his sister, who he enjoyed avoiding during his summer vacation as much as possible.

Avoiding his sister was much more fun of course, when it involved going out with his boyfriend. Daisuke blushed and grinned to himself. Boyfriend... Taichi-senpai was his boyfriend now, right? They'd been on a handful of dates now and the concept was still sinking in. It would have been nice if Taichi was here... but he had soccer practice today, which meant Daisuke probably wouldn't be seeing him at all. Which of course made him pout and go back to thinking about the heat.

Because it was hot. So hot that it took too much energy to bother wiping the sweat off his brow. So hot that he wondered if he'd start hallucinating. Daisuke squinted and stared across the park. The playground was empty, as was the further off baseball diamond. In the distance things began to look wavy and odd from the heat.

"Any minute now I'm gonna see pink elephants," Daisuke mumbled to himself. "Or is that when you're drunk? I guess I'm supposed to see an oasis or something, but I'm not really thirsty... maybe it's not that hot after all." He frowned and cocked his head, watching an ant crawl past him in the grass. "Except I'm talking to myself, and that's usually a bad sign. Maybe I've got heat stroke."

"Well, that's no good." A voice said from behind him. "Then again, maybe not... do you need mouth to mouth?"

Daisuke grinned and felt a slight flutter in his stomach. "Taichi-senpai..." He felt his voice fail as soon as he looked up and saw the older boy standing over him.

Taichi was still attired in his soccer shorts, though his top must have been abandoned a while ago. His torso was already tan from the sun, and here and there were beads of sweat rolling off his shoulders and chest. "That's me." He held up his left hand, indicating the plastic shopping bag he carried. "And I come bearing gifts."

Daisuke barely responded. It was too hot to talk much, and anyway, he was spending all his energy memorizing the way Taichi looked topless. He was in good shape. Daisuke suspected he worked out on top of his regular soccer practice, despite his insistence that he was too lazy for something like that. Then he noticed the way the beads of sweat rolled over Taichi's muscular chest and he realized that he didn't care why Taichi looked so incredible, as long as he did.

"Daisuke?" Taichi plopped down next to him and poked his forehead. "Are you there?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, hi." Daisuke blushed faintly. "I thought you had practice right now." He ducked his head slightly to distract himself, but it didn't work. Now all he saw was that Taichi's shorts were short, and currently riding up Taichi's legs as he sat.

Smirking knowingly, Taichi said nothing. Instead, he reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a large ice cream carton. "They let us go early. Too hot or something dumb like that." Taichi pulled the lid off the ice cream, revealing the already melting treasure.

Daisuke was sitting up in an instant. "Ice cream! Spoons?!" The ice cream was practically steaming from the rate at which it was melting. Daisuke's eyes widened as he stared at it. "Hurry before it all melts! What flavor is it? Spoons! We need spoons!"

Taichi chuckled and pointed at the label. "Caramel. And I don't have spoons."

"No spoons?!" Daisuke felt as if he might cry. "But... but ice cream!"

Instead of responding, Taichi reached out and dipped two fingers into the cold dessert, brought them to his mouth, and sucked on them slowly, closing his eyes. "Mmmm..."

Daisuke felt a new wave of heat pass over him at the sight. "...Is it good?" His voice felt dry and the words sounded raw as they stuck in his throat.

Finally opening his eyes and reaching back out for the ice cream, Taichi nodded. "Try some."

That was all the encouragement Daisuke needed. He leaned over the carton, dipping his hand into the half melted sludge, and licked it off quickly before returning for more. The ice cream was cold and made Daisuke shiver, goose bumps quickly appearing on his arms. Completely occupied with the task at hand, it took him a full minute to notice that Taichi was laughing at him. "What?!"

"You have ice cream all over your face," he said, composing himself. "You're a mess."

"Yeah, well you're the one that forgot the spoons!" Daisuke sucked the ice cream off his thumb. "This is sticky. I'm going to need a shower."

"Nah." Taichi reached out and ran his thumb over Daisuke's cheek and lips, then brought it to his mouth, licking it off slowly. "You taste pretty good like this."

Daisuke felt his heart beat quicken slightly and he breathed deeply for a moment, trying to think clearly again. But the way Taichi's tongue kept flicking out to lick the caramel off his hand was distracting. "You can't taste me, that's just the ice cream," Daisuke mumbled, hoping that was a clear enough response.

"Hm... maybe so." Taichi leaned in and grinned predatorily at the smaller boy.

Daisuke tensed and froze in place, feeling his breath catch in his throat. The older boy's eyes were dark and intense, and Daisuke could feel his breath on his lips. He smelled like sweat and grass and hormones and... exactly how Daisuke thought Taichi would smell.

Lost in the intoxicating scent, Daisuke barely reacted when he felt Taichi's tongue on his cheek. On his cheek, then on the tip of his nose. "Mmm... but you do taste good like this."

Blinking hard and shivering, Daisuke opened his mouth to speak just as Taichi's tongue found its way to his lips, running over them slowly before slipping into his mouth. Daisuke had just begun to respond to the kiss, his tongue meeting Taichi's and tasting him through the caramel flavor, when Taichi sat back and looked at him considering.

"Needs more ice cream." He smirked and with one hand, pushed on Daisuke's chest firmly. Daisuke fell backwards and lay there in the grass, looking up at Taichi in confusion.

"More ice cream...?" Daisuke could barely form the words. His head was swimming from the sweet flavor left in his mouth, and the musky scent that had filled his head with thoughts that drowned out all coherency. He tried to push himself back into a sitting position, but his arms barely responded. Taichi was, as always, an overwhelming force that Daisuke could only lay back and survive, not fight.

"Well, you're hot." Taichi paused, the look on his face making Daisuke wonder briefly which meaning of the word his senpai meant. Taichi only continued speaking after Daisuke's ears turned red in a self-conscious blush. "But I can cool you off." He reached down and tugged Daisuke's shirt up, revealing his trim stomach, then his chest; and tucked the shirt up under his arms and out of his way.

Daisuke squirmed slightly, reaching up in what was meant to be a swift motion. What was meant to tug his shirt back firmly in place. Instead, his arms seemed to move in slow motion, and his hands felt awkward and clumsy. Taichi brushed them aside easily and gave him a look that stilled the younger boy quickly. The intensity of Taichi's gaze sent shivers down Daisuke's spine.

Dipping his fingers into the ice cream again, Taichi leaned over Daisuke and placed them right above the smaller boy's bellybutton. He rested them there and waited, enjoying the way Daisuke's stomach muscles tensed at the first feeling of cold, then relaxed again. Then slowly, he slid the fingers upwards.

Daisuke was finding it hard to breathe suddenly. Taichi's hand was cold, the ice cream was colder, and as the line of caramel was drawn up the center of his stomach, then chest, it melted. Tiny beads of melted ice cream broke off and ran down Daisuke's sides. The new smaller trails seemed, if possible, even colder, and tickled him as they made their way down.

Looking up from his own half naked torso, Daisuke caught Taichi's eyes and paused there. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, he let out a long quiet sigh, his chest trembling slightly as he did. With a new sharp intake of air Daisuke forced his body to relax, starting with his legs which were so tense his knees had begun to hurt. Then his shoulders, and then his hands, which were clenched into the ground and gripping blades of grass and clumps of dirt painfully hard.

"Is it cold?" Taichi's voice was low and soft, and Daisuke could only lick his lips in response. "Is it too cold?"

Breaking his gaze away from Taichi's face and instead focusing on the carton of ice cream to his left, Daisuke nodded slowly. "It's weird. Cold... and sticky."

Taichi laughed, making Daisuke tense again. He looked back up at the older boy and searched his face for that look of cruelty that meant he was being mocked, but it wasn't there. Instead, the laugh was dry and genuine, and Taichi's face seemed soft until he spoke. Then, with a glint in his eye, he opened his mouth. "I can fix that."

Starting on Daisuke's left side, Taichi ran his tongue up the boy's side over every tiny trail of caramel, licking up the sugary liquid carefully. Daisuke let out a sharp breath and felt his back arch slightly. The coolness of the ice cream had mixed with his sweat, creating a chill over his body. Now Taichi's tongue was there - his hot, soft, moist tongue - removing the cold bit by bit. His breath was warm and soft, landing on Daisuke's skin every few seconds, making the smaller boy shiver.

From his stomach, Taichi moved up Daisuke's left side until he'd licked up to the boy's ribcage. He paused whenever it seemed Daisuke was relaxing, whenever it seemed the boy was adjusting to the sensations, and would start up again only after a moment's rest.

The ice cream was thick with caramel, so even when melted it took some work to get up, but Taichi didn't mind. He watched his own work carefully, paying close attention to how the caramel blended with the color of the smaller boy's skin, making him wonder where the caramel began and Daisuke started. Reaching Daisuke's left nipple, Taichi paused and chuckled, his breath landing on the boy's sensitive skin in small bursts. "I could eat you alive like this," he mumbled before ducking his head and flicking his tongue out to run over the nipple.

Daisuke let out a surprised half-moan at the new sensation and felt his hands clench into the grass again. The licking had become a wonderful slow transition from cool to warm, like entering a hot bath after being out in the snow. The relaxing sensation confused him, he knew it was hot out. He could feel the occasional bead of sweat slide down his face, but he didn't feel the heat from the sun. Taichi blocked out all sensations but the ones he was causing.

But this new feeling, this was stronger, this wasn't slow and warm. This was intense and sent a burst of sharp heat through Daisuke's body, landing firmly low in his belly, and making him writhe slightly. Then it melted away again into the dull warm glow, making Daisuke wonder if he'd imagined it.

He didn't wonder long. When Taichi's mouth captured his nipple and Daisuke felt the older boy's lips wrap around it, and his teeth rake over it just slightly, he couldn't help but let out a loud moan as another sharp burst of heat went through him.

Taichi sucked on the nipple for a moment, enjoying the way Daisuke's body moved sharply beneath him, and only sat up when the boy's moans died down. For the first time he sat up and took a long moment to admire his handiwork. Daisuke's face was red and flushed, his arms were covered in goose bumps, his nipples were hard and redder than they'd been before, and the younger boy's expression was positively glazed over.

Taichi licked his lips and stared at the right half of Daisuke's body, where the ice cream still remained. "Is that better?" he asked, not looking up.

Daisuke shook his head slowly, rolling it from side to side. He opened his mouth to speak but found it suddenly difficult to form the right words. "Still all... messy," he finally said in a dazed tone of voice, glancing down at his right side. "Still sticky."

Taichi's chuckle was low in his throat, and sent a visible shiver down Daisuke's back. "You are, aren't you?" Putting his hands on Daisuke's shoulders, Taichi straddled the boy's thighs and settled back, resting himself there and ducking back down to start licking up the right side as well. With his stomach pressed to Daisuke's body, Taichi elicited a low moan from the young boy. Pressing himself closer as his tongue made its way up Daisuke's torso, he smirked as the moans slowly became something else, something more desperate.

Unable to find the ability to move, Daisuke barely noticed his own mewls and whimpers. All he knew was the slow submergence of warmth as Taichi's tongue made its way higher, and the sharp stabs of heat and... he wasn't sure if it was pleasure, or just a sharp ache... that Taichi caused every time he shifted his weight just right. Every time his bare stomach pressed against the growing center of heat in Daisuke's body.

Every lick seemed to center there, every breath that landed on Daisuke's skin, every slight touch. All of it began to send small waves of heat directly to his lower stomach, to his thighs, and then began condensing into a growing ache between his legs.

Finally reaching the other nipple, Taichi wasted no time in sucking the sugary liquid off of it, only causing Daisuke to let out a soft sob of desperation. Taichi smirked and bit down enough to make the smaller boy squeak before sitting up. Still straddling him, Taichi licked his lips and peered down at Daisuke's now trembling body.

"Your nipples are hard," he said in a low tone of voice that Daisuke had never heard Taichi use before.

Daisuke could only whimper softly in response.

"And you're all red." Taichi slid a finger down Daisuke's chest, down his stomach, and then pressed it into his bellybutton and paused. "And you're hard. Here." Taichi rested his free hand on the bulge in the younger boy's pants lightly, barely applying any pressure. "But do you feel better? You're not sticky..."

Daisuke shuddered and shook his head, finally reaching up and resting his hands on Taichi's legs. "It's hot..."

Taichi chuckled. "You are hot... especially here," he said with a small squeeze. "I can feel it through your pants... it's very hot."

"Too hot," Daisuke whimpered, unsure of what to do. Taichi seemed firmly planted on him, and with every word and glance the older boy seemed to seep away at Daisuke's energy. He clenched his hands into Taichi's skin slightly, but couldn't do any more.

"You want me to cool it off?" Taichi asked, already unzipping Daisuke's pants. Without waiting for a reply he scooted back enough to tug the boy's pants down around his knees, pulling the underwear down with it.

Daisuke's eyes widened at the sudden sensation of nudity and he reached clumsily for his pants. "What... you can't..."

Catching Daisuke's wrist in his hand, Taichi brought the boy's hand to his mouth and sucked on the tip of his index finger before letting him go. "Just relax and I'll cool you off, Daisuke."

"But... people... people will see," Daisuke muttered, the words dying in his throat. He let his hand drop and he stared in disbelief as Taichi reached for the ice cream. "What are you..."

His ice cream coated fingers slid down from Daisuke's bellybutton, into the soft patch of hair, and then to the side, ignoring the aching need that Daisuke felt, only to end up on his thigh, the ice cream melting faster this time and leaving small sticky trails of caramel down the boy's leg and stomach.

Daisuke had no time to say anything before Taichi's tongue was there, licking up his inner thigh, then up the line where his leg met his torso, and then up his stomach and dipping into his bellybutton, cleaning up as much of the caramel as he could. Daisuke had no time to say anything; he could only wriggle slightly, trying to guide Taichi's mouth to the source of the heat, the source of the ache that was only now getting worse.

He hadn't forgotten that it was midday, that they were in the middle of the park, or that it was searingly hot. He just didn't care anymore. He only cared about the way it felt to have that tongue slide over his skin. That tongue just miss the one place Daisuke desperately needed it.

"Isn't that better? Aren't you all cooled down?" Taichi asked, his own face becoming flushed. Daisuke parted his lips and shook his head, finding it impossible to wrench his gaze from Taichi's body. His face, his wide shoulders, his muscular chest, his trim stomach, and... those tight, tight, shorts... that seemed to only have gotten tighter in the past few moments.

Daisuke gasped slightly and looked back up at Taichi, his eyes glazed over, and smiled just slightly. "No... Taichi-senpai... it's hot." He shut his eyes and barely whispered. "And you're hot, too..."

Taichi chuckled. "Maybe a little..."

"I didn't mean like that," Daisuke said, his voice suggestive. "Are you going to finish what you've started or just-"

Slightly annoyed with Daisuke's lack of reverence, Taichi simply ducked his head and flicked his tongue out over Daisuke's now obvious arousal, 'causing the smaller boy to stop talking quickly. Instead, he went back to making those delicious moaning noises Taichi was now used to hearing. But these moans were much louder, and accompanied by a guttural, "Taichi-senpai..."

"What were you saying?" Taichi cocked his head and smirked at Daisuke playfully, reaching up to run a hand through his hair and tug the goggles off, enjoying the way the short red hair felt in his hand.

"N-never mind. Just... don't stop again." Daisuke's eyes were barely open now.

"If you say so," Taichi said with a shrug before ducking back down.

A surge of warmth went over Daisuke's body and he tensed, waiting for it to subside. Except... it didn't. Where a normal touch would have caused a shudder, this was leaving him lightheaded and breathless. Looking up, Daisuke licked his lips and panted, watching. Watching the way Taichi's lips were parted to take him into his mouth. The way he could feel Taichi's tongue, his tongue, stroking nerves that Daisuke hadn't even known he had. The inside of Taichi's mouth was hot, and wet, and hot, and wet... and it was slowly moving downwards, until Daisuke was completely submerged in the heat of the older boy's mouth.

"Gods... Taichi.... senpai..." The sensation was incredible, but it wasn't enough. "Please..." he whimpered, and then cursed himself for sounding so pitiful.

Taichi didn't mind. He ran his tongue up the length of Daisuke's erection, lifting his head slowly, hoping to illicit further pleas from the boy. He wasn't disappointed.

"Senpai!" Daisuke gasped, his hips jerking slightly. "Gods, just.... please..."

Dizzy with the scent of Daisuke's arousal, Taichi lifted his head and moved back up over the boy to reach his lips. When their mouths met Taichi reached down to tug down his shorts, but was distracted by the way Daisuke's arms wrapped around him, hands clawing into this back. The way Daisuke's left leg hooked itself around Taichi's waist and pulled him downwards. The way Daisuke's mouth caught Taichi's lower lip and sucked on it hungrily.

It happened so quickly that Daisuke barely noticed the sound of Taichi's shorts being pulled down, or the feeling of his hips being gripped and lifted. All he noticed was the sharp sting of penetration. In the back of his mind he knew he should relax. He should relax, or it would hurt more... but he didn't mind. He wanted it. He wanted Taichi. He wanted to be swallowed up in the sensation of being filled, slowly filled, by his senpai. The one person he'd always liked. The person who'd filled his fantasies every night since he'd first seen him. It was Taichi making him feel this sting, so he took a deep breath and arched his back, letting out a sharp noise as Taichi thrust the rest of the way in.

A growl came from the back of Taichi's throat almost unnoticed, and the two figures froze for a second that seemed to last forever. A bead of sweat fell from Taichi's brow into the grass, and he focused his gaze on Daisuke's eyes. For a moment Taichi was worried he'd hurt him, but the way Daisuke was shuddering beneath him, the way his eyes were focused back on Taichi, was enough to reassure him.

The next thrust came suddenly. Daisuke used his free leg to lift himself as Taichi thrust into him, meeting him halfway and sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine and into his legs. Moans were heard, neither boy was sure it was him making them. And then they pulled away again, only to meet a third time, harder.

Their movements blurred from a clear count of thrusts, in, out, in, out; to in, in, in, in. There was no pause, no break for breath, and Daisuke wondered if he was even breathing at all. The air was so thick with Taichi's scent that he wasn't sure he could have breathed if he wanted to.

Taichi ducked his head and panted, his mouth finding the nape of Daisuke's neck and stopping there, sucking hard and biting into the spot. The smell of caramel was still there, sweet, mixing with the muskiness in the air. His fingers dug themselves into the younger boy's hips harder, and he groaned deep in his throat. The first thrust was tight, so tight it almost hurt, but now it was better... much, much, better. Every thrust made Taichi want more, and every time he thrusted again, Daisuke moaned louder.

Every movement from Taichi pressed Daisuke's back hard into the ground, but he didn't notice. He was drowning. Taichi's scent, his hands, his mouth, his everything... it was everywhere, and it was wrapping Daisuke up in a feeling that was building inside of him almost unbearably. The wordless moans were changing; turning into something much closer to Taichi's name, and his free leg wrapped itself around Taichi's waist as well.

The noises stopped for a moment when Daisuke's back curved, arching into a perfect 'c', when it all overwhelmed him and he could take no more. And the pleasure, and Taichi, and the heat of the day, and the coolness of the ice cream, it all exploded, leaving his body in a strangled scream and a wave of pleasure that only faded minutes later. He felt numb all over, and his skin was tingling, and there was movement above him. Taichi.

Taichi's breath was ragged in Daisuke's ear, and the younger boy smiled faintly, clinging still to him, and whispered as loud as his tired voice allowed, "Taichi-senpai..."

There was more. Taichi knew Daisuke said more, but he couldn't hear it. He was deafened by his own climax, and the sensation of Daisuke tightening around him instinctually only heightened that. He exhaled sharply and froze there for a long moment, soaking in the after-tremors that ran over his body, leaving small sparks of pleasure in their wake.

The world slowly faded back into existence, and Taichi collapsed next to Daisuke, the boys panting and blinking hard as their eyes readjusted to the bright day. A bird was in the tree above them, and Daisuke sighed when he heard it chirp. It was still summer.

"It's hot," Daisuke mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

"Mmmm," Taichi replied, rolling over on his side and pulling a packet of wet-naps from his pocket.

"You planned this," Daisuke said, unable to hide his grin. He reached up lazily to tug his goggles into place, not bothering with unimportant things like his clothes.

"Maybe," Taichi said, wiping Daisuke's stomach with one of the cloths, then his forehead with another, carefully wiping the sweat from his face.

Daisuke smiled widely as Taichi cleaned himself up, tugged his shorts back up, and pulled his shirt out of the bag, pulling it on. He turned to Daisuke and tugged his clothes back into place as well. Daisuke lay still as he was redressed, feeling a wonderful sort of exhaustion settle over his body.

"Too bad all the ice cream's gone," Daisuke mumbled, reaching over to poke the soggy cardboard container. "It's still hot."

Taichi stood and gathered his things before pulling Daisuke to his feet. "You're sleeping over tonight," he said, taking Daisuke's hand and leading him out of the park.

"Why's that?" Daisuke asked, smiling and leaning his head against Taichi's shoulder as they walked.

Taichi's lips quirked into a playful grin. "I've got a half gallon of double fudge ice cream in the freezer."

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