It was summer, finally. The season meant that Hiroshi was going to his family’s house for a few weeks. However this time, his boyfriend was coming with him. Aki was sitting next to him as they were on the bus to get to his house. Going through the small rural town his family owned the shrine in. It was a ways out of town. The mismatched color buildings and small grocery stores were homey and charming. Hiroshi enjoyed his little fishing town he grew up in. 

It was soon their stop, Hiroshi getting off and getting their bags. It was warm out, the sky was almost cloudless. Only a few puffy white wisps in the endless blue. In front of them was a forest path. Short but it led to a large old temple. His family living off on the property in a large communal house. He had a large old family. 

There they were standing, in front of the archway leading into the temple grounds with all their bags. 

Strawberry short cake, bon bons, mochi, chocolate truffles, mouth watering delicious little morsels of heaven sitting in little paper cups behind a wall of glass. Mizukai was bent over, looking at the trays of sinful treats on the shelves. Lined like soldiers. Perfectly nestled like children in their beds.

Mizu wanted to eat them all. The young woman had a sweet tooth like no other. An endless stomach for sweet things. Decedent sweet things. Not the sugar crammed candy bars or gummies that child beg for and devour like monsters.

Mizu loved cakes and chocolate. The young woman brushed aside he long white hair, wearing an over sized sweater, a buttoned collar over it and a pleated skirt. She wore black tights slightly ripped on the knee from where she fell this morning on the front stairs and a pair of shiny black leather boots.

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Aki smiled and finished half of his meal, “I’m sure it will.. any bed would be better than a tree or even the cold ground.” The younger male licked his lips as he made his last bite, licking his teeth clean as well. It wasn’t until after that he realized the lingering stare and the compliment had sunk in. His cheeks heated to a rosy pink. “Cute?… You’re a flatterer, Mr. Seryn.”

“ Just call me Seryn alright?” He requested, finishing up his sandwich and licking each of his fingers satisfied for now. He now needed a drink and a good fuck and he will be happy.