Sinfully Delicious Saturday: Body painting with vanilla pudding

 

I love introducing food into scenes, from lollypops and syrup in A Daddy for Christmas: Ryu to the scene below where Koda uses vanilla pudding to paint on Kenji, not only to be tantalizing and turn him on, but because he wanted to help settle his nerves and painting on his skin was just a step-down, or sideways from a massage. 

Nerves were something Koda could understand and recognize, which was how he knew he needed to do something to settle Kenji down, so he’d get some sleep before tomorrow’s tournament.

Fortunately, there was still vanilla pudding leftover from the night before, so he slipped into the kitchen while Kenji was in his room, checking his duffle bag for the third time that evening, and made quick work of dividing out several small portions that he used food coloring to dye. Carrying them and an old blanket into Kenji’s room, he heard his boyfriend before he saw him, muttering as he went over his checklist again.

Good, that ought to keep him busy long enough for Koda to spread out the blanket and park it, and his makeshift paints, on the floor.

“Now what are you up to?” Kenji asked when he turned around and saw Koda there.

“I got inspired.”

“Really, to do what?”

“Paint,” Koda replied, “only, I’m going to need your help.”

“And what is it you’d like me to do?”

“Be my canvas?” Koda requested, patting the blanket beside him.

Kenji glanced between the bag and Koda, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I can do that.”

“Lay on your front, please.”

Kenji did as he was asked, no question, Koda waiting for him to get comfortable before getting started. Their time together at the lake had revealed several erogenous zones, like the back of Kenji’s neck, where Koda traced an orange circle and slowly filled it in with yellow, orange, and red, until a small sun appeared, complete with rays traced in lines stretching out in all directions.

The first touch produced a shape intake of breath, the others low hisses and soft moans. He could feel Kenji’s body tense and shiver, breathing deepening, a sure sign he was getting turned on. Good, that’s exactly what Koda had been gunning for.

Clouds joined the sun, trailing over Kenji’s shoulders, and between them, Koda added a rainbow, slowly arching one color at a time over Kenji’s spine.

“When I was a kid, I loved learning the names of colors,” Koda said, voice low, trailing colored pudding in swirling lines down Kenji’s back. “My favorites were chartreuse and cerulean.”

“I’ve never even heard of those,” Kenji murmured.

“Most people haven’t, that’s the point,” Koda replied.

“Amber and onyx, those are people’s names, so those colors get known. Sapphire, mmethyst, ruby, those are stones, so people know them too. Clementine, tangerine, apricot, those are fruits, maybe not the most common ones, but still, you can see them in the grocery store. I used to turn the crayons over in my hand, and read light green, sky blue, aquamarine, and if they wanted to be fancy, burnt umber. I loved colors like Sedona, laurel, seafoam and Shenandoah,” Koda murmured, keeping his tone soft, soothing and a bit sensual as he traced his fingernails through his design, each scrape of them drawing a moan from Kenji.

“I wanted to paint with all the colors no one knew,” Koda explained, leaning in to trail his tongue over the same path. “And title my creations after them, like an introduction. Love in Shimmering Chartreuse, Welcome to the Cerulean Dawn. Desert rose and seafoam, Magenta mist.”

“Magenta was always in the big crayon box,” Kenji sighed. “I loved magenta. Would do sunsets in a mix of it and periwinkle.”

“Periwinkle was one of my favorites too. I’d slash mulberry through it, and shades of firefly and Salmon Ridge for the sun,” Koda said. “I had a collection of paint cards from the hardware store to help me mix things, and dad would always bring new ones when they came out. The walls of my room were alive with brush strokes from every color I ever used.”

“I bet it’s beautiful, you’ll have to show me sometimes,” Kenji sighed, “though I doubt anything could ever be as beautiful as you.”

“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” Koda replied, dancing fingertips over Kenji’s hip and leaving dots of pudding behind. “From the first time I saw you doing poomsaes in the backyard, the picture of power and grace, I knew you were going to be my muse, just never thought I’d get lucky enough to be your boyfriend.”

“You—” Kenji remarked, shivering when Koda nipped at his side, then swirled his tongue around the pudding there, lapping it all up. “That day in your room, where you looked right through me, I was pissed as hell but all I could think about was how beautiful your eyes were, and how amazing it would be to see them lit up with pleasure, instead of scowling in fury.”

“Wasn’t fury… Was fear,” Koda admitted. “There you were, shimmering and perfect, there I was, in unicorn slippers and a paint splattered hoodie.”

“Looking absolutely perfect yourself,” Kenji groaned, and Koda streaked the last of the paint in lightning bolts on Kenji’s ass.

Koda giggled, knowing they were slip-sliding towards a debate that could rage all night, and had, only to end in a make out session on the cabin dock and some impromptu skinny dipping. Unfortunately, Kenji needed sleep tonight, they both did if they were to get to the armory at the insanely early time Carter and Kenji had set.

Taking his time, Koda licked the pudding from Kenji’s shoulders next, blowing on the damp spot, watching the muscles of Kenji’s ass flex while he rocked and squirmed.

“You taste good enough to eat,” Koda murmured.

“Pretty sure that’s the pudding.”

“Nope, it’s beneath the pudding too, which is all you,” Koda remarked, punctuating every word with a flick of his tongue until the only pudding left was on the back of Kenji’s neck.

He barely touched it with his tongue when Kenji snorted, bucked, then started laughing.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” Koda muttered, giving a small shake of his head to get the hair out of his eyes.

“Your…hair…” Kenji gasped, laughing, and squirming more. It was only then that Koda noticed the tips of his ponytail trailing over the back of Kenji’s knee.

“Finally!” Koda remarked, moving so his hair brushed the back of Kenji’s thigh as well, Kenji’s bucking nearly unseating him. “You are ticklish, I knew it.”

“Only…there,” Kenji laughed, thrashing about until Koda took mercy on him and moved his hair away, only because there was still pudding to deal with before the main event. Turned out all that tickling left Kenji even more sensitive, so by the time Koda licked the last traces of pudding from Kenji’s neck, leaving behind some faint bruises and nips from sucking it away, his boyfriend was trembling with need.

Leaning low, Koda nipped the shell of Kenji’s ear, prepping himself quickly before whispering, “Turn over,” and lifting enough that Kenji could roll beneath him. The look on his boyfriend’s face, pupils dilated, mouth open just enough that little pants of air escaped as he stared up at Koda.

“See,” Kenji muttered, reaching to brush a lock of hair from Koda’s cheek. “Beautiful.”

Love in Shimmering Chartreuse can be found on Amazon here!

Koda is an artist, a bit of a recluse, and not well-versed in social situations. Shy and a bit reserved, he sees an opportunity to break away from routine, and his trailer park home, when he spies a poster advertising a trial hosted by a college psychology department.

Titled A Social Experiment, the project pairs total strangers up to live together for a year either in groups of two or three. During that time, they are to record their experiences while performing a series of tasks outlined in the trial plan. It seemed simple enough until Koda found himself overwhelmed on moving-in day, leading him to get off on the wrong foot with new housemate Kenji.

All of his life, Kenji excelled at Tae Kwon Do, competing from a young age and quickly moving up in the ranks. His hard work and rigorous daily routine earned him accolades in regional and national-level competitions. As a second-degree black belt, he’d hoped to earn the opportunity to try out for the US Olympic team, only to have an accident cost him his chance at competing, as well as his left arm. Now, three years after his accident, he’s made a new life for himself, and while he still harbors bitterness over the loss of his dream, he’s hoping this experiment will be just the thing he needs to help him take that last leap back to living independently.

It’s a rocky road, gelling with one another, and dealing with each’s insecurities and triggers, but as each day ticks past, one question remains: where will they go when the experiment comes to an end?