It's not really smut

Genre: Humour, Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Ren/Masato
Summary: Ren has something against chocolate, his boyfriend considers this unacceptable. Yaoi, RenxMasa, fluff, comedic purposes.

Disclaimer: Uta no Prince-sama is not mine in any way, I own nothing and make no money.

Spoilers: Not really.

Ren looked up from his fashion magazine when Masa dramatically threw open the door to their room and tossed a variety of chocolate confections and a giant can of whipped cream down on the table, pausing to carefully arrange them.

"Ren, I've decided that we need to have a chat." Masa said, gracefully sitting down and sipping from a steaming cup of tea that Ren hadn't noticed before. Honestly, it seemed like Masa could make tea appear out of thin air, they could be in the library and Masa would have a mug of tea; despite none of the other students ever eating or drinking anything in there.

"We have a problem." Masa continued, ignoring Ren's lack of a response. "It has come to my attention that you dislike chocolate. And we both know that I have a passionate relationship with chocolate. I can't choose between my two great loves; therefore, you must learn to like it." Ren eyed the bottle of chocolate syrup Masa was holding suspiciously, wondering where this was heading.

"Masa, I think you misunder…." Ren trailed off when Masa began taking off his sweater and spreading chocolate across his toned, muscled, attractive, bare, sparkling chest. Ren's eyes followed a chocolate drop as it slowly trailed down Masa's pearly skin, dark chocolate giving off a thick, bewitching scent. Ren tossed his magazine aside and moved towards the table of sweets, grinning almost as widely as Masa.

What happened next was very hot.

A few hours later, Masa was lying with his blue, chocolate-covered head against Ren's chest, the sensation of cold whipped cream touching ear causing him to shiver slightly, cuddling closer to the warm and equally sticky body next to him. He turned his head to the side and licked up a spot of whipped cream off Ren, smirking when he felt an answering sigh of contentment. One of his limp hands was brought up towards Ren's mouth and promptly licked in return.

"Masa…" Ren murmured, tugging him further up and nuzzling his neck. "I have a confession."

"Yes?" Masa sighed, burying his nose in silky, golden, and chocolate-streaked hair.

"I'm afraid I have an incurable dislike of chocolate on its own, you'll just have to let me eat it off your skin from now on." Ren sighed, woefully hanging his head in mock shame. Masa carefully considered him for many long moments before reaching towards the whipped cream can and applying a fresh layer to Ren's head. Ren's eyes flew wide open as cold, sweet cream dripped down his nose, mixed with the chocolate in his hair, and balanced in a great, white pile on top.

"That's acceptable." Masa said cheerfully, taking a sip from a teacup that he didn't remember holding before.