#olek

Tangguo was merely in a robe, just like the other had instructed him to be, that exploring hand didn't have to work too hard to loosen the rope keeping him modest. His chest slightly more exposed as he smiled softly.

"You're right, master. I will obey your command," Tangguo sipped leisurely at his tea, as if his loins weren't heating up, as if he wasn't drinking in between almost silent moans.

The naughty kitty was travelling downwards... "Where do you think you're going?"

Olek merely glanced up. He had stated his desires clearly; he would make love to this man after breakfast, and breakfast was concluded. Eyes like rosewood and moss returned between his legs. By now, the familiar had settled comfortably on his stomach.

Whether soft or awakened stiff, great pleasure was taken in admiration, sitting with himself and every impacted sense. Touch, scent, the sound of Tangguo's little noises, and soon, taste. The act of kissing the tip was slow and deliberate.

Even the sucking on his neck made him laugh at first, though trembling and lust were not far behind. He sighed in pleasure, the breath working to cool down the surface of the tea in his hand. His gaze fluttered shut then landed on Olek's mischievous fingers beneath his clothing.

"Careful, now," he purred, leaning back and spreading knees from his stiff upright position to give Olek's hand all the more freedom. "You know not what you do."

Now there was a pretty little noise. How often Tangguo allowed himself the levity, he didn't know, but he wished it was more often. Whatever it was now, simply wasn't enough.

"How would I not?" In fact, he would argue he knew everything he wanted to do, and everything he intended to do. But the king of this kingdom was the man spreading his legs, accommodating his curiosity so generously.

"Five minutes? Ah, you can't be that eager, then."

Tangguo was a man of decorum when it counted. He ate with appropriate use of knife and fork, back straight, chin up, elegant... but time consuming. Five minutes was hardly enough time to finish his soup! He was barely halfway finished with it!

There was a time for etiquette and then there simply wasn't. He would much rather plead for Tangguo's forgiveness this morning than to allow this moment to pass them by. Anything in a bowl was devoured first. Tea was savored for last. One hundred seconds, as he predicted.

With a wave of his hands, Olek's plate would start to be filled. Spoons and forks and spatulas came on their own, floating through the air full of the variety Tangguo had made. Everything he knew Olek liked.

The statement caught him off guard and made him laugh. "Yes, master. You don't need to tell me, though. My body has yearned for yours since the moment my eyes opened. Even this distance between us," their chairs could get no closer, "is agony."

"If I am your victim, I am no victim. I'm there because I want to be there, and it's I to keep you well fed."

It was rare to lose his appetite, but it said nothing of the meal in front of him. Everything was a showcase in perfection. Intentional craftsmanship, down to placement and dainty garnishes. But it was Tangguo himself that he desired. It was Tangguo he hungered for. Their little games stirred a well-nigh forgotten instinct from the depths of an empty, blackened room of consciousness.

The simplicity of trust. Eyes closed, the old cat purred and smiled. Tangguo could have been reciting nonsense from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, it would have made little difference. It was Tangguo being bold, kissing, and knowing his affection would be allowed, and cherished. He didn't have to say a word, the gooseflesh across his entire body said everything for him.

"You might have a little vampire in you," he hummed. "I don't think I mind." Pain was not his vice. Pain didn't interest him at all, but it had been a reoccurring subject, leading him to believe it was something Tangguo wanted. If that were the case, he was willing to indulge, just a little.

But first, breakfast.

There was no need to help. The tea was already ready, steeping in the pretty floral China. It was their humour. Everything else in this house was so morbid, but all their cutlery and kitchen wares were feminine and pretty with Hello Kitty, or something similar, on the glass.

He placed the teapot and two cups down at the table and sat beside Olek. He much preferred being next to him than opposite him. "Would you like me to drink your blood? You can find out how it feels." he leaned towards Olek's neck, fingers raise to brush against his pulse, his voice lowering to a teasing whisper, "I will be ever so gentle, master."

That smile was a gift. Olek smiled in return. He didn't care if it was at his expense. He could be silly. In fact, he enjoyed it. Making Tangguo smile? He would never know Heaven quite like this.

"We're so different," he marveled. No consideration if his musing would be taken bitterly. They simply were; the truth shouldn't hurt. From their creation to their relationship with their masters, and yet the title familiar was etched in their very unique souls.

To the offering of tea, he gently bowed. It would be the tea to reach his lips first. He couldn't remember the last time someone else had made him tea. Probably Helena. What had it been, Darjeeling? Earl Grey?

The memory was gone as soon as it arrived. Swallowed down with a pleasant sigh, and then a startled blink, and a laugh.