Raspberry moisture

The coolest thing about being a food blogger was having food around. It doesn’t matter which one, the main thing is that there is a lot of it. This time the designers have outdone themselves. The table was literally bursting with a variety of berries. Yes, yes, berries, because it was summer and Stas wanted something refreshing. Stas decided to experiment with different berries and invited his beloved friend Danik to a tasting. Luckily, he wasn’t busy, so he gladly agreed to take part in the video. This plump, but active, losing weight miracle was now sitting at his side and listening to every word. Stas spoke thoroughly and leisurely, collecting berries and arranging them in groups. However, today he was distracted enough for even the film crew to notice. Which, fortunately, was trained enough not to ask unnecessary questions. At some point, Stas put the raspberries on a small saucer, and a small part remained in his powerful palm. Without hesitation, Stas held out the berries and pressed his fingers into Danik’s lips. “Say: “Ah-ah”,” he suggested, and the young Kazakh, without hesitation, opened his mouth. He picked the berries with his lips and chewed them with interest, analyzing the texture and taste. Stas lowered his palm, unobtrusively touching someone else’s cheek with it. The giant’s ears immediately turned red, and the tip of his tongue nervously touched his lips. Cameras were scurrying around, cameramen were rearranging something, and small eyes were carefully watching Danik, as if they were seeing him for the first time. Danik raised his head and licked his lips for the last time. “Well, what can I say… It’s delicious,” he said as if nothing had happened. Putting out his palm, he began to list, bending his fingers: “Firstly, the berries are sweet, but not cloying. Secondly, in such hot weather they can be refreshing. Thirdly…” Stas tilted his head slightly to the side, continuing to stare shamelessly. Danik spoke enthusiastically, fiddling with his fingers; the heat of his body touched Stas, and this brought unbearable pleasure, although it seemed that what could be pleasant about this in the heat? The young Kazakh pressed his side against the fat and sweaty side of his comrade and blinked sluggishly. He, like everyone else in the studio, was affected by the heat. But he continued to speak measuredly so that the video would not seem dry and uninformative. “So, so…” Stas gently intervened in his monologue and took a lonely raspberry in his fingers. “Sourness also invigorates. Come on…” he, again holding his breath, put it to Danik’s never-silent mouth. Danik carefully took the berry with his lips, making a slight sound of pleasure, similar to “am.” Velvet lips touched the pad of the finger, and Stas seemed to be struck by an electric shock. He exhaled shakily and froze with his hand outstretched, peering into the brown eyes opposite. In their dark pools he himself was reflected — huge, heavy and incredibly confused. Danik blinked and took a sip. “H-hey, Stason?” He smiled awkwardly and touched his fingers with the tip of his nose, without breaking eye contact. “Everything is fine?” Stas blinked too and froze. “Ah… Yes, yes…” He coughed no less awkwardly and immediately removed his hand. Danik, looking at him with the eyes of a worn-out cat, gasped and fell forward. He nuzzled Stas’s shoulder and chuckled. “I think I’m melting… Guys, is this… what’s it called?… fan working?” The operators nearby laughed. Someone went to turn on the poor equipment. Stas, taking the opportunity, hugged the young Kazakh from the back and pressed him to him. It didn’t look strange — almost everyone on the team knew how much Danik loved tactile contact. He hugged his friends and could calmly rub against them or kiss them. If you believe the Sudar, this was not always the case, and Stas was incredibly glad that fate allowed him to get to know Danik from this side. He always loved men. No, don’t think about it, this was not following some kind of fashion. Stas tried with women, but somehow it didn’t work out, although after that there were an incredible number of girlfriends. And until recently, he was also indifferent to men. Until he, Danik, appeared in Stas’s life. A young Kazakh with a promising belly and the touching look of a puppy, looking at which you wanted to pet its owner and feed it. He gladly starred in any food blogs and soon took an important place in Stas’s powerful heart. It was no longer lonely. But Stas was stoically silent about his sympathy, afraid of making things worse. While the fan was heating up, Danik, sitting comfortably on his friend’s shoulder, continued tasting the berries. At first he took them from the tray, but when Stas took over, he dropped his hands and submitted to his choice. He accepted the berries from his fingers so sweetly and tenderly that Stas again felt that same rush of electric current that ran through his veins like a storm. The fingers clenched sharply, and the raspberry, squeezed by them, burst. Danik shuddered when droplets of juice splashed onto his face, and turned a questioning glance at Stas. “We’re having a berry terrorist attack here… That’s what the heat gets us to,” he muttered thoughtfully. Worn out, he had difficulty generating jokes, although he usually fired them like a machine gun. “We can, in principle, raise the rating of the content,” he added somewhat absentmindedly. And before Stas had time to react, the young Kazakh pressed his lips to his fingers. A nimble hot tongue passed over the pads of the fingers and between them. Stas froze. His heart began to beat very quickly, as if with an arrhythmia, and his breathing stopped. He exhaled convulsively, looking at Danik, but did not say a word, because they simply flew out of his head. Danik licked the last drop of raspberry moisture and licked his lips. Did it seem, or did a playful sparkle actually appear in the brown eyes for a short split of a second? Stas decided that it was because of the heat that all sorts of nonsense seemed to him. Why would Danik flirt with him? He doesn’t know about his friend’s likes. “Oh, how you licked your lips. It’s like you’re waiting for something else to be shoved into your mouth,” Stas said hoarsely. Danik tilted his head to his shoulder, puzzled. “Isn’t that what the video is about?” he asked innocently. Stas almost forgot that they, in fact, are under the gaze of all the cameras. It seemed that the young Kazakh had nothing against what they were doing. On the contrary, now that the room had become cool, he perked up slightly. Under his curly hair, his lively eyes sparkled, looking at Stas as keenly as ever. If earlier Danik preferred to look at the food and listen to Stas’s words in this way, now he did not look at the table at all. His gaze, soft, absent-minded, but at the same time tenacious, concentrated on one person, and that person was Stas. He took the raspberry in his fingers again. This berry was created to feed someone by hand. Stas fought the desire to crush the fragrant fruit and see how droplets of sweet juice would splash onto this plump, tender face. No, he brought the berry to his friend’s plump lips and pressed lightly on them, pushing the fruit into an obedient wet mouth. Danik smeared the berry with his tongue, chuckled slightly, stretching his lips in a smile, and looked at him so tenderly that everything inside Stas began to sing. He leaned slightly over the young Kazakh, who was lying on his shoulder. “I want to lay you down on the bench and feed you this whole tray,” he whispered so quietly that he couldn’t even hear himself. But Danik apparently had more subtle hearing, because he shuddered and opened his mouth slightly. “I want to lick your fingers again while you do this,” he moaned weakly, and they both jerked when awkward coughs were heard from somewhere to their left. “I’m sorry, are we disturbing you?” one of the operators shouted hesitantly, after which quiet laughter was heard around. The whole team looked at them with bewilderment and amused confusion. In their team, homosexual jokes no longer surprised anyone. Perhaps, even if they started discussing some unconventional ways of eating berries here, those around them, at worst, would fall awkwardly silent. Well, or they covered up such things during editing so as not to inflate the rating. However, Stas felt that this time Danik was not joking. He looked too serious and even a little scared when he said these words. It was as if he was afraid that they would make his friend doubt their good relationship. Embarrassed, Danik even tried to pull away, but Stas, coming to his senses, almost crushed him with the deadly grip of his powerful hand. “We probably won’t put this in,” he said and quietly added, reaching for another berry: “Stay after filming. It seems I have an idea for another video, and I need to… discuss it.” Danik closed his eyes and leaned back on his shoulder. “I think this will be a legendary shoot…” he whispered slightly dreamily, and Stas for the first time regretted that the cameras could not be turned off with the power of thought.