Esoteric Sousuke

It doesn't really matter where it all began All I know I got covered in darkness Covered in darkness Ever wonder why I never really truly connect Although my eyes are open I can hold your gaze But I am never connected Never connected I am famous for my generosity They say I am the kindest But it is easier to Give than receive love Give than receive love Indie RP blog for Yamazaki Sousuke of the anime Free! Singleship | Selective | Multifandom | NSFW | OC Friendly Tracking: esotericsousuke ❤ MARRIED TO triminaccia ❤

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Peppermint is either cheaper than I thought or I’m getting different cakes. It was just a passing thought that came to mind, very much welcomed considering all the other worries that had been plaguing his conscience for the entire morning. Without so much as a ‘thank you’, Fey nodded in agreement and used the best of his peripherals to see where his drinks and pastries were being placed.

And like before, Fey placed the note on the counter and slid it towards the barista, not once taking his eyes off the surface he’d placed it on and gave the smallest of nods. He tapped the money once with his splinted finger—an action that happened to be subconscious which just resulted in a wince of discomfort, and once more, he reached for his drink and bag of cakes and pulled them close.

"Thank you… Keep the change."

Fey could already tell that he’d be looked at by others, again, but he was so mentally and physically exhausted that he simply couldn’t care less. Careful steps had him going towards a different table this time, particularly one that was in the corner of the cafe that was the furthest from the window that he could find. Carefully, with his feet slightly dragging with fatigue, Fey placed his things onto the little table to establish his space.

The messenger bag was taken off his shoulder with great care, followed by his jacket which were both paced neatly at the foot of the seat he would be settled on. It was darker in this corner, so the sunglasses were the next item to be removed, which only made his broken nose even more apparent. Though. his lack of care for anyone elses pity prevented him from trying to hide his injuries. Ignore them and they will go away. If only it were that easy though.

The glossy tiles on the wall that Fey was currently sitting at were giving a clear enough reflection of what he looked like. The dark purples seeping into the inner parts of his eye sockets, and the black eye from the other day, had swollen up again. The skin which had split on his lip and nose had scabbed over at least, even though they made his face look even worse. Walking into a door is a good enough excuse, right?

[esotericsousuke]

Again, the guy never looked up, and slid the money on the counter - a $50? Really? - tapping it with his... broken finger. God, this guy was beat up. And who could even have the nerve to hit him? He seemed so fragile and innocent. Sousuke couldn't imagine ever laying a finger on him. But apparently his father had no problem with it.

Sousuke took the money and watched the boy take his things and wander towards the back table this time. Probably didn't want to be seen through the window again. Or maybe it was just so he could try and hide away from all the other customers. Either way, it was the best spot to get the least attention. 

He couldn't take his eyes off him as he watched him taking off his sunglasses, revealing the true extent of his injuries. Sousuke felt such an overwhelming feeling of pity and concern for the guy, but what could he possibly do?

Hours flew by. Sousuke continued his work but he couldn't keep his mind - or eyes - off the kid in the corner. He'd gone over it a million times in his head already, how he should approach him, if he should approach him. But no matter how many times he rehearsed it, he still wasn't sure what he should do. But now the shop was dying down, and there we no customers waiting in line. 

After mixing up another peppermint mocha, Sousuke assigned Momo to clean up around the coffee counters, and he walked out around the counter, carrying the coffee with him, towards the boy in the corner. He wasn't sure what he was going to do or say, but now it was too late to turn back.

Standing next to the guy's table, Sousuke cleared his throat and gently sat the coffee down on the tabletop. He didn't expect the guy to look up, but he spoke anyway.

"Uh, hey. Not to be nosy or anything but, uh, here's another coffee, on the house..." he paused, not really sure what would be appropriate to say. "Are you... are you okay? You look a bit, uh, beat up."

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It had been a couple of days since Fey had left—actually, been allowed out of the house, but the new give free time was much appreciated.

Like he had before, Fey wandered down the streets, sunglasses and beanie on, winding around people that were walking in the opposite direction of him and made his way to that little coffee shop he had gone to before. It wasn’t to see anyone again, no. But it was an unfamiliar place and he doubted that anyone (other than that nosy Barista) would recognise him there. That was the main issue with Fey finding a place to go to, for relaxing free time. Nearly everyone seemed to recognise him.

Stopping at the glass window, Fey looked at his reflection but had far more doubt than he did before. The lilttle white strip plastered across his nose only made the bruising around his eye and lip more prominent, so the sunglasses would have to stay on for now. Or, for the rest of the day maybe, just to keep people off his case.

Broken noses were common right? And its not like no-one has ever seen a split lip before. Fey didn’t talk much anyway, so it wasn’t like there was much of an issue there. Stepping into the door of the cafe, he was thankful to see that no-one else was queued. The sooner he could get his food and drink and sit himself down, the better.

"Could I get a large uh… Peppermint Mocha please? And two pastries or cakes, or, whatever it is you would recommend."

He didn’ even dare to look up to see who was servicing him. Fey kept his eyes downcast and fidgeted for his wallet, getting out the smallest note that he had—a $50, and rolling it in his fingers as he waited to make the exchange.

[esotericsousuke]

Another day, another dollar. Wednesday's were never that busy. The morning rush had already come and gone, and now there were just a few customers having coffees, camping out on their laptops or tablets. While Sousuke was grateful for the slow day, it was also pretty damn boring.

He was wiping down the counters facing away from the door when he heard the bell ring, telling him that someone had just entered the cafe. He didn't bother turning around, trying to keep his attention on finishing the current project quickly so that he could get to the customer asap.

When he finally finished, he turned the face the register and with a smile, he looked up, smile fading instantly. It was that kid again. But this time he looked even worse than before. Of course, he wasn't looking up when he spoke, and he had sunglasses on the entire time. Obviously, he was hiding more bruises. 

Sousuke touched the order on the register screen and thought of what he could possibly say. Was he planning on spending the day here again? Didn't he know his father would just come looking again? His mind raced with concern for the kid, but he tried to focus on making the coffee he ordered and collecting a couple of random cakes. 

"Here you go... large peppermint mocha and two cakes. That's $11.29."

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The man at the door, was dressed in semi-formal, jacket undone at the front, which an intimidating roll of his shoulders, exposed a pistol at his hip. He stepped towards Sousuke, sizing him up and made no show of leaving, and he shot a glare at Fey, who was shocked at the sudden arrival.

Fey felt sudden panic at the scene that might start, and he quickly jumped out of his seat, purposely making noise in his movements to get everyone’s attention.

"No wait, Dad—"

Now extremely on edge and feeling terrible for the shop owner who was just trying to be nice, Fey made a show of gathering his things and tucking them away into his little bag. And although his cup was empty, he reached for it and swilled it around, taking a false sip from the empty cup and placed it back down on the table.

"I-I was just finishing my drink. They have good stuff here."

There was no need for any unneccessary confrontations, so Fey walked towards the door with a nod towards the well-dressed older male, and looked back at the Barista with a smile and a nod of thanks. If he showed any sign of weakness now, it would be trouble. So at that, Fey left the shop, stepping outside the door and waiting patiently outside in the dark.

"You must have good stuff to keep my son’s attention," The suited man chuckled, reaching up and patting the Barista on the cheek with strong hands. Reaching into his inner breast-pocket, he pulled out a $200 in notes, and handed it towards the shop-owner with a grin and deep chuckle. "As thanks for looking after him, no?"

And with that, he turned to the door and left as Fey did, and they both walked back towards the parked car in the street.

[esotericsousuke]

The man didn't even budge when Sousuke spoke, and was that a gun? Who the fuck was this guy, anyway? He was looking past Sousuke towards the guy by the window, so obviously they knew each other. Was this the fucker who gave the boy his black eye? Sousuke wanted to say something, and despite the possibility of there being a gun, he moved to take a step forward towards the man. But the sudden movement from the boy caught his attention, stopping him.

Without turning his back to the man, he glanced back at the guy, making a show of taking a sip from his empty coffee cup. He had to have finished that hours ago, so it was obviously just a lie to get the man off his back. Or divert his attention. 

Watching the guy walk past and towards the door, Sousuke refocused his attention on the man in the suit, glaring at him. He already didn't like the guy, and with how he made the other boy jump to his feet and scurry out like a dog with its tail between his legs, it only made Sousuke hate him even more. 

The man spoke, but Sousuke hardly paid any attention to him. He was lost in thought about what could possibly happen to the boy once they were out and away from the cafe. Would he get beat on even more? The pat on his cheek annoyed him, causing him to furrow his brows at the man and glare with a look that screamed not to touch him again. Though it didn't seem like the man in front of him cared much. 

The $200 was a shock, and while Sousuke really didn't want to take the money, he didn't seem to have much of a choice. He reached up and took the money as the man started to leave. 

For a moment, Sousuke stared after them, then down at the money in hand. He had no intentions of keeping it, and would probably just end up giving it back to the boy if he ever saw him again, but something told him the guy wasn't allowed out on his own, which made him wonder what it was all about. The man said the guy was his son? So his father was abusive? Maybe he was just thinking too much about it. It was none of his business. Right?

Letting out a long breath he had apparently been holding, Sousuke walked towards the door and locked it up securely, peering outside to watch the two walk towards their car. He couldn't help but feel concern for the guy, who was obviously scared of his father, but what could he really do? Nothing. He couldn't do a damned thing but lock up and go home.

It didn't feel right, though.

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  It was apparent now that the Barista was more than just concerned. Call someone? Hah, like who? Fey turned his attention back to the taller male, eyes widening just in the slightest when he heard a door close from outside.

"What? No no, nothing like that! I just, I just—"

Well the little excuse he’d cooked up was gone now, escaped his thoughts which just left Fey stuttering and trying to think of another on the spot. The last thing he wanted was to drag someone else into this, and the barista seemed nice enough to even show concern let alone pay any attention to him whatsoever. Even when the other man sat across from him, Fey felt that this would be even more trouble if he got involved.

"I just want to get home quickly," Now that sounded ridiculous in his head. "And I’m waiting for my ride home.”

Convincing or not, Fey’s attention was towards the table the entire time, and not once had he made any attempt to look up at the man sitting across from him. He opened his mouth to say some other pathetic excuse, but just as he stuttered the beginning of another word, the door to the cafe opened.Uh oh.

[esotericsousuke]

The guy wanted to go home quickly, yet he had been sitting there all day? Yeah right. That was one of the worst excuses Sousuke had ever heard and he intended to say something, but what? The boy avoided looking up the entire time, even with Sousuke sitting right in front of him. Sousuke huffed, getting just a little annoyed with how things were going. Yeah, he was worried about the guy. He was acting like an abused animal hiding from its owner. But he also really wanted to close shop and go home. It had been a long day and this was only prolonging it.

Not knowing what else to say, Sousuke scooted the chair back a bit and was about to stand when he heard the bell of the door ringing, signaling someone had entered the cafe. Fuck, did he forget to lock the door? He turned in his chair and looked over, a routine smile on his lips, as he stood from his seat and walked over casually with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed. We open again at 6am tomorrow, so please feel free to come back at that time."

A slight bow and a motion toward the door, Sousuke didn't even bother to make eye contact with the guy, expecting them to just agree and leave. He'd never had problems in the past, so he didn't really expect any tonight either.

[esotericsousuke]

triminaccia:

Usually when a day was enjoyed, time flew past quicker. But for Fey, even an anxious filled day with absolutely no events happening whatsoever whilst sitting in a small cafe on a quieter part of town, seemed to have gone by too quickly. Was it the worry? The underlying uncertainty for the coming evening that continued to linger in the back of his mind—no matter what he did to keep himself occupied, still kept coming forth in a crude reminder of what he will have to put up with when he got home.

It was also probably unwise to have chosen a table by the window, the initial thought on having a nice view of the street and park across the road; now seemed to have made things worse on his worries. Throughout the entire day, even while picking at his food and taking small sips of his coffee, Fey had been looking outside often, checking the passing cars regularly and occasionally leaning away form the glass if he thought that a vehicle he’d recognised, drove past.

Fey hadn’t even noticed that the sun had set now, and that it was evening. He had completely zoned out of the book he was ‘attempting’ to read, and his blue eyes rapidly glanced between his empty cup, and the phone laying on the table. The traffic had settled though, and that was enough to put his mind at ease a little, until a black Mercedes pulled up on the curb. Immediately, Fey felt his breath hitch, air catching in his throat while his hands tensed up. It was dread he was feeling now, and he had been focused on the vehicle outside the entire time, that he didn’t even notice the kind barista who had come over to his table. Just when did he—?

"H-huh? Oh, s-sorry."

God he felt like a fool, not even noticing how much time had gone. The cafe was literally empty, other than the man standing by his side right now. Fey choked on his words, not really knowing what to say, but he wanted to buy time. Just a little longer, hopefully. Upon having something to say though, the car outside beeped it’s horn loudly which had Fey jumping, and tensing up even more than before. Shit.

"I, hadn’t even known how much time had gone. I mean—"

Frantic rattling of his phone had him on edge again, this time Fey could’ve sworn that he had jumped out of his skin, and the lump in his throat was probably his heart after that scare. Trembling hands reached for the phone, and Fey carefully turned it over, reading the ominous text that simply said [Now]. I need to buy more time, please leave me be for a little longer.

The guy hadn't even noticed him when he arrived at the table, and only after he spoke did the boy finally say something. He sounded odd, like scared, maybe? And now that Sousuke was standing so close, he could see that the guy was tense and jumpy. Following his line of sight, Sousuke could see him looking between his phone and out the window... at that car? Was he afraid of someone in that car?

"It's okay..."

The words came out automatically, a trained response, but his mind was focused on the guy and how he was acting. He really wanted to ask if he was okay, but before he could open his mouth again, the phone on the table was vibrating. A text? And as the boy flipped it over to read it, Sousuke could tell the guy was really starting to act edgy. 

He knew better but he couldn't help himself at this point. Really, it was none of his business what was going on with the boy, and he knew he probably shouldn't get involved, but his concern was overpowering any logical thought. So without another thought about it, he flipped the apron up over his shoulder and pulled the chair out across from the brunette, sitting down and smacking his hand gently on the table top to grab the guys attention.

"Look, it's none of my business but, right now you seem really jumpy about something, so I'm kind of obligated to ask if everything is okay. I don't need some kind of domestic showdown happening in or outside of my shop. So, do I need to call somebody or what?"

[esotericsousuke]

triminaccia:

Fey kept his eyes downcast, doing everything he could think of to keep his attention away from the eyes he could feel set on him. It wasn’t that he cared, or minded, but he just didn’t want to get involved or have to exert any more effort in trying to explain himself. Ignorance is bliss, even if it was false. If he didn’t care or pay attention, then they would leave him alone soon enough, right?

Once the price was announced, Fey fished for the wallet in his bag, opening it and furrowing his brows when he couldn’t find any smaller notes than a 20. Well, he had time to kill and money exactly wasn’t an issue, so he dropped a 20 on the counter and gave smile with his eyes still averted towards his hands, tapping the note with his finger.

"Thank you. Uhm, keep the change. Consider it a tip."

Not once did he look back up at the barista once the drinks and pastries were in front of him, hands carefully reached for his items, deciding to use the hand without a splinted-finger to hold the hot drink. Pulling the items a little closer before lifting them up, Fey carefully nodded once more and quickly turned his attention to a different part of the room, spotting the empty table by the window he’d seen before and stepped over as quickly as he could.

Even though the room was small, the short few steps it took to arrive at his table seemed to take forever. Fey did his best to keep his stride and confidence up as best he could, ignoring the burning feeling of glares and pitying eyes that watched as he headed for his seat. Immediately at the table though, Fey placed his things down and took the bag off his shoulder, Peeling his jacket off with a little wince at the strain on his shoulder, then set everything neatly on the spare chair. He’d established his little comfort zone now, so he was happy to relax a little more and ignore the others in the cafe. Just a few more hours.

The boy never looked up, which only made Sousuke pity him more, but he kept his mouth shut, looking down at the $20 that was placed on the counter. When the guy told him to keep the change as a tip, he looked up again, brows raised, but the boy was already taking his order and turning towards the tables near the window. The poor guy had a broken finger, too, it looked like, and Sousuke watched him with concern as he walked over and sat down, finally. At least he made it to the table without an issue.

More customers demanded his attention however, so he turned his focus back to working, making endless coffees and serving up pastries until the entire day had rushed by. Only a few customers remained by the time it was time to start closing down. Momo did his thing, cleaning up the tables and sweeping the floors up, while Nitori discarded the left over pastries for the day.

By the time Sousuke finished cleaning the coffee equipment, the majority of the customers had left, except for one. That guy with the black eye. He was still sitting over there in the corner, doing whatever. Did he have no where to go or did he not realize what time it was?

After sending Momo and Nitori on their way, thanking them for their hard work, it was time for Sousuke to tell the last straggler he had to go. He walked over to the table, removing his apron, and stood idly by as he looked down at the brunette, examining his wounds again. He found it hard not to look at him with sympathy, but he tried his damnedest not to show it.

"Uh, hey. The, uh, the cafe is about to close -- well, technically, it already is -- but, I mean, I'm not trying to rush you or anything but you have been here pretty much all day and, yeah. Do you think you'll be finished up soon?"

Normally he'd just tell whoever was there that the cafe was closed and they would have to leave. Politely, of course, but he never asked if they could leave. He told them to. But with this guy, and how he looked -- and why was he there all day? -- Sousuke couldn't bring himself to be so demanding about it. Did the guy have no where else to go? He was really starting to wonder what his story was.

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Difficult nights usually resulted in confusion the next morning, and this one was no different. If anything, the confrontations from the night before only had Fey wanting to leave the house and use up as much of his free time before his curfew kicked in.

And that was exactly what he was doing, wandering around several unfamiliar streets with his messenger bag at his hip while sunnies covered his face. It wasn’t too bright out, nor was it cold, but that didn’t stop his rare use of a beanie, either. I have a few hours.  With that thought in mind, his gaze shifted from the pavement at his feet, to the line of stores and restaurants that lined the streets. Most of them were franchises that he’d seen before, but it was the independent businesses that always caught his eye. One in particular, actually. A little Cafe by the name ‘Brewed Awakening’. Points for creativity and pun use, I’ll give you that.

Taking his shades off, Fey stopped in front of the glass window and gave his reflection a once over. A shaky hand reached up and lightly traced his cheekbone, relieved when the contour of his face was back to normal. Swelling was gone and so was a majority of the bruising, so it looked normal enough, right? He’d be better in a few days given how well he recovers, so with that newfound confidence, the sunnies were left to hang at the front of his shirt by its arm and Fey stepped inside.

Like any cafe, this one was quiet, muffled scattered chatter from customers already inside along with the fresh scent of coffee filling the air. A few seats were available in the corner (much to his relief) and the activity seemed to have settled a lot too, nothing too fast paced. Fey swallowed as he stepped towards the counter and fingers habitually fiddled with his earpieces while his eyes quickly scanned the pastry display case, and the little chalkboard menu above the coffee machines.

"Could I get a large Mocha with extra chocolate?" There was unintentional stutter there, but that was just lack of self confidence in speaking aloud.

"A-and, any 2 cakes or pastries that you recommend. Please."

[esotericsousuke]

After finishing up on the latte and handing it over to its owner, Sousuke now turned his attention to the new customer standing at his counter. At first he didn't pay much attention to the guy, looking down at the register, readying his hands to punch in the order as the boy spoke, but when he heard that slight stutter, he looked up with a smile to try and appear more reassuring to him.

But the black eye, he didn't expect.  Resisting the urge to ask if the guy was okay, he nodded slowly and touched the order on the screen. It wasn't unusual to see people with wounds or bruises, but this guy didn't seem to fit the type to be getting into fights. He almost seemed too timid.

"Uh, pastries I recommend?"

Pastries were pretty much the last thing on his mind right now, as his thoughts raced about a million other things, including this guys black eye, but he refocused on the matter at hand and glanced over at the pastry display, trying to decide which of Nitori's goodies he liked best. 

"Um, I really like our Cream Horns, and the Eclairs are pretty good, too. Let me get you one of each."

Treating this guy like any other customer was just a tad more difficult with the way he looked, and Sousuke wasn't totally sure what to think about him, but he pushed the thoughts aside and turned to start on the mocha. Grabbing a cup, he added the chocolate syrup, poured the coffee, mixed it up, then added the milk. The finishing touches were some whipped cream and cocoa powder sprinkled on top.

"Here's your mocha, extra chocolate. Let me grab your pastries, and that'll be $10.57."

More customers were coming in at this point, so Sousuke worked quickly on picking an eclair and a cream horn, carefully slipping them into a bag, then turned to face the injured boy again to hand him the bag and collect his payment.

Sousuke tried not to be too obvious with the staring but it was hard not to examine the guys face, the blues and black discolorations around his eye. His cheek looked a bit red, too. How could he act so casual when he looked like this? 

[esotericsousuke]

triminaccia // Brewed Awakening

It was just another typical Monday morning. Sousuke had gotten up bright and early, as he did nearly every day, got ready and went in to run the coffee shop. His coffee shop. It had been his little project for over a year now, and things were going great. He and his co-workers/friends had come up with the name Brewed Awakening, and while Sousuke thought it sounded a little silly, he went with it anyway.

This morning, the shop was flooded with early morning customers trying to get their caffeine fix before they had to run off to work. Most people were zombified, but you always had that select group of seemingly perfect people who just woke up and loved the mornings and looked as if they had hours to get ready. Sousuke never really understood it, because honestly he hated mornings. He never saw himself owning a coffee shop in which he'd have to wake up before dawn to open. But it worked and he enjoyed it, despite the daily struggle of crawling out of bed.

Having his friends working with him made things a bit more fun. Nitori was in charge of the pastries, baking up delicious morning snacks for the onslaught of customers. Everyone seemed to love what he made, and Sousuke had to admit, he was a pretty damn good pastry chef. Who would've thought?

Then there was Momo, he was the busboy, cleaning up tables, and keeping the shop looking sparkly clean. He was a bit of a hyper guy, so it worked for him. Occasionally he'd help out behind the counter, when things got really hectic, but Sousuke preferred him to stay away from the coffees. He always seemed to mess something up one way or another.

As for himself, Sousuke typically ran the register and made the coffees for his customers. He had gotten good at it over the last year, and having so many regulars, he almost knew what to make before the customers even arrived. At the moment, he had a line of 4 or 5 people he was working through, taking their orders and mixing the drinks carefully but quickly. It wasn't long before he was down to the last customer in line.

The sound of the bell above the door caught his attention, as it always did. Sousuke liked to know what to expect so he always peered up to take a quick glance at who was coming into the shop and how many new customers there were. It looked like only one this time, and without putting much thought into it, he turned away to continue mixing the last customers latte. 

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Routine had Fey’s mind set on autopilot, and even though he wasn’t the one stirring the batter, there was still awareness that the job was being done. The stove was turned on and the flames flickered on atop the stove after a few clicks, Fey then dragging the pan over it to let it heat up. Next he reached for the oil, which was tipped into the center of the pan to be heated.

"Just cooking it."

Carefully, he took the bowl of batter off his friend and swilled the liquid as a final check. It looked good enough, Sousuke did a decent job at mixing it, considering that it was his… first time making pancakes? Fey stepped over to the stove and quickly poured 3 little circles of batter, setting the bowl down and reaching for the spatula as well as bag of chocolate chips.

"That’s all there is, really."

Fey wouldn’t be able to make cooking interesting even if he tried. It was just a chore, nothing he did for fun since it was one of the things his twin refused to do properly. Nova would always go make sweets or unhealthy things, so Fey would have to pick up the slack and make proper meals. Once the batter seemed to dry a little at the top, chocolate chips were sprinkled over each circle, allowed to sink into the cakes a little before Fey quickly flipped them over with a spatula.

It was also a little difficult to keep communicating as well since Fey’s complete attention was on the cooking. Even his peripherals were narrowed, all focused on getting the cooked pancakes off the pan, then pouring the next few on. As much as he trusted Sousuke with everything, he didn’t feel comfortable letting him use the stove. The kitchen was one of his personal spaces, and it was going to take a while for him to get used to having someone else with him. Even if it was his Sousuke.

[esotericsousuke]

It looked like Fey had settled into a trance, taking the batter from Sousuke and moving on to the stove to prepare the food. The next step was frying them up? So he watched the brunette pour the batter into the pan in three little circles to form the cakes. Sousuke couldn't help but hover over his shoulder to watch as he was cooking. He hadn't made pancakes before so this was pretty entertaining.

"So what do you want me to do?"

Probably nothing. Fey looked like he had everything under control. He was adding the chocolate chips when Sousuke decided to back off a bit. Didn't want to annoy the guy while he was busy doing his thing. So turning away, Sousuke began opening cabinet doors in search of the plates to put the finished cakes on. It only took a few opened doors before he found them, and he fetched two plates and set them out on the counter top beside the stove.

He had no idea where the silverware was and didn't feel like searching every drawer, so he stood idly by, waiting for Fey to finish up the pancakes. By now he was super hungry. What time was it anyway? Seems like they had slept a long time, though he didn't mind it. It was nice cuddling the brunette. Maybe after they ate, they could find some time to cuddle some more.

Leaning back against the counter top, Sousuke watched how Fey focused on the food he was making. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself, and maybe it was more of a chore than anything, but it was nice to watch him work. Did he do this on a daily basis for his family? Maybe it was a bad idea to ask him to cook. 

"Hey, you know, if you tell me what to do, I can help."

[esotericsousuke]

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[esotericsousuke]

Things were feeling great. Combined with the sounds Fey was making and the look on his face, it was pushing Sousuke closer to the edge faster than he thought it would. But he could control himself. It was far too early to give in just yet. Fey seemed to be getting even more worked up though, with ragged breaths and moans escaping him. When he looked up with that expression of pleasure on his face, looking like he was about to answer Sousuke's question, Sousuke waited with an anticipation for his words. Anything he said right now would sound amazing.

But no words came, just a sound escaped him, and then he was pulling away. Why? He looked embarrassed now, more than he already had earlier. Despite his trying to pull away, Sousuke held him in place, moving in closer when Fey hit the wall again. He wasn't about to let him get away that easily. A quick glance down between them and Sousuke knew why Fey was suddenly so squirmy.

"Did you come already?"

Well that explained the reaction. And now he was sputtering apologies. Poor guy. He must had been so pent up for so long. Sousuke didn't expect him to climax from just that but that was okay. He was still hard, there was still much to be done.

"Why are you sorry? Don't apologize for feeling good."

Leaning forward, Sousuke pressed their foreheads together and smiled at his boyfriend, pecking at his lips to try and put him at ease. There was no reason he should even feel embarrassed, but he was sensitive like that, in more ways than one. Well now was the perfect time to get the best reactions. Right after an orgasm, he'd be the most sensitive. So with that in mind, Sousuke continued to grind against Fey slowly, gently working a finger into him. It had been awhile, so he knew to take it slow and easy.

"You're still hard. Should we keep going?"

The question was mainly just to tease him. Sousuke had no real intentions of stopping either way. He doubted Fey would want to stop now, either. Things were just getting started, and Sousuke still had a lot of pent up sexual frustrations of his own. He hadn't realized how horny he was until now and that would have to be attended to one way or another.

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"What do you want? Do you want me to tease you more or do you want me to fuck you now?"

Now Sousuke wanted to feel something, so he let go of Fey and slid his hand around his waist, pulling forward and flush against him, enough so that their erections were rubbing against each other. It felt pretty damn good, and Sousuke gently rocked his hips, using the motion to pleasure them both. He reached around with both hands and cupped Fey's ass firmly, holding him in place, grinding against him.

He was feeling good now, his breaths becoming ragged and his mind starting to fade into a daze. Now making Fey beg wasn't that important anymore. Now he just wanted to continue working his hips into Fey, drawing out moans from the brunette. Reaching up, Sousuke cupped Fey's chin and forced him to look up at him, staring into his blue eyes with a fiery lust.

"Do I make you feel good?"

The brunette was acting so greedy, there's no way he'd ever be satisfied with just some dick grinding. But Sousuke wanted to make it last, draw it out. Fey looked and sounded too good to let it be over so quickly. He stole another kiss from him, feeling their hot breaths mingle together. The kiss was long lasting and clumsy, but it didn't matter, everything felt good. He just wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up with the teasing. Was Fey close yet?

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"You want me?"

That was more than he expected, really. But it wasn't much. Sousuke wanted details, and he had intended to get them, but the water went cold, causing him to gasp at the sudden temperature change. It wasn't unbearable, but it definitely wasn't comfortable. He reached behind the brunette and nudged his hand away from the faucet, turning the heat back up.

"You want my help? Then why not just ask properly. Turning on the cold water isn't going to get you anywhere."

Sousuke grasped a hand around Fey's throbbing erection and squeezed, stroking him slowly as his other hand followed the curve of his hip, around to his ass, where he let his finger tease at his entrance. Now, he figured, if he got him closer to the point of coming and stopped, maybe the brunette would have to beg him for it at that point. Was it mean? Yeah. Was it incredibly sexy to hear his boyfriend beg? Hell yeah.

Leaning in, Sousuke went for Fey's lips, locking into another kiss and let his tongue explore the insides of the others mouth. The feelings sent waves of pleasure through him, and it was getting harder and harder - literally - to resist. It felt a bit desperate, the way he was trying so hard to get a certain reaction from Fey, but he liked it. Besides, it was good that Fey learned how to be more direct and ask for what he wanted. If he could have just done that, he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.

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Sousuke already knew Fey wasn't one to take care of himself like that, but it was still interesting to hear he hadn't done anything at all since the last time they'd made love. How long ago was that, anyway? A few weeks, at least? The poor boy must be feeling so desperate right about now. Well, obviously with how he was reacting to the slight touching, he was aching for it.

"What do you want me to do?"

Leaning into his boyfriend, Sousuke placed several kisses along his neck, tugging at his ear with his teeth gently. That was one of Fey's weak spots, and he always got a reaction from it. As his tongue swept across the brunette's earlobe, waiting for an answer, Sousuke let his index finger graze against Fey's length, just ever so slightly caressing from the head down, and up again, until he got a decent response from him. If he got one at all.

Being this close to Fey and knowing how much he wanted it was starting to make Sousuke hard with anticipation. It would be easy to just turn him around and give him what he wanted, as much as he wanted, but that was too simple. It was more fun to draw it out and maybe even get the brunette to ask for it. Maybe with just the right amount of touching and teasing, Fey would buckle under the pressure of his desires. Doubtful, but maybe.

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The kiss was good. Was Fey actually taking the initiative to keep the kiss going longer? Sousuke didn't mind at all, and when he felt the brunette's hands on his shoulders, and the slight little thrust of his hips, nudging into him even more, it was getting just a tad bit hard to resist him. The kiss was meant to tease Fey, but it was doing wonders for himself as well. How long had it been since they'd done anything, anyway? It seemed like forever, with how well this was feeling.

Sousuke turned, spinning them both around so that Fey was under the stream of water again, and he backed the brunette up against the shower wall, pressing his knee between his legs just slightly. Not yet, don't give into him just yet. Sousuke broke the kiss, licking at his lips and smiling as he pulled away just a bit. What would Fey do if Sousuke made him do all the work himself? Probably die of embarrassment. Well, that would be entertaining. He didn't know how long he could withstand not having his way with him, though.

"When's the last time you touched yourself?"

Knowing Fey, probably never. What was with him and that, anyway? It was almost as if he was too shy to even think of doing it alone. It was cute, very cute, but not really all that healthy to flat out ignore your body's needs. While he waited for a response, he slid his hand between them, caressing his boyfriend's inner thigh, making sure not to accidentally touch his length. Not just yet. Making him suffer just a bit longer.

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"Space? What makes you think I want space?"

Admittedly, Sousuke hadn't been paying much attention to Fey's needs, but the brunette was so damn hard to read sometimes that he just figured nothing was wrong. Well, obviously he needed to be taken care of in more ways than one. He quickly rinsed the soap from his hair then reached out to grab his boyfriend, pulling him close against him, cupping his chin to guide his gaze upwards. Now he just felt bad for the poor guy. Hadn't he heard of relieving himself?

"Well, I'm not tired now. What do you want to do?"

It would be nice if he could just ask for it, but Sousuke knew he probably never would. Oh well, maybe he could try and make him a bit more desperate. He wrapped one arm around the brunette's waist and let his fingers trace shapes on the small of his back, leaning forward to kiss him softly, teasingly on the lips.

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Fey looked surprised, and the moan just made it all the more obvious what was going on. He tried to cover it up but Sousuke heard it, and he smiled, watching the brunette strip off the remainder of his clothes and hop into the shower quickly. Why was he trying so hard to keep it a secret? It was almost painfully obvious at this point, the way he was squirming under the stream of water. And what exactly was he doing reaching down there?

"Is the water too cold?" He asked teasingly, hearing the sound escape the brunette. Sousuke pulled off his pants and boxers, kicking them aside as he stepped into the shower behind Fey. He was faced away, probably on purpose, trying to hide something, but that was okay. Stepping forward, he slid a hand around Fey's slipperly waist and pulled him back, flush against his body. Wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him gently, Sousuke leaned into him and kissed him gently on the ear, working his way around to stand in front of him now, to get under the stream of water.

Sousuke didn't look down between them, not wanting to let Fey know that he was aware of what was going on just yet. Let it drag on a little longer, to see where exactly it would lead them. Closing his eyes, he ducked his head back under the water and let it run through his hair. When he opened his eyes again to look at Fey, he reached up to grab the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out into his hand.

"Want me to wash your hair?"

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Slipping out of his shirt, Sousuke let it drop to the floor and began working on undoing his pants. Fey was still acting weird, stepping away from him was only making it more obvious that he didn't want to be too close. And that was because of what? He's horny and doesn't know how to bring it up, right? He really just needed to get past that shyness and learn to express himself more. But Sousuke understood the brunette, and had no intentions of forcing him to do anything. That didn't mean he wouldn't tease him though.

Stepping towards his boyfriend, he reached out and pulled him close, slipping a hand around to grab the end of his t-shirt to pull it up and over his head. He didn't give Fey time to resist, spinning him around so that they were face to face, and he reached down to undo the others pants. Was Fey hard or was that his imagination? He hooked his fingers through the belt loops and tugged down on his pants a bit, looking up into his blue eyes to see how he would react.

"Are you feeling alright today? You've been acting a little strange since I got home."

Let's see how he responds. He couldn't recall a time that Fey ever actually asked for it, so it would be entertaining to see if he would. Sousuke wouldn't get his hopes up, though, and either way, he didn't plan on leaving his boyfriend to suffer. Teasing him a little first wouldn't hurt, though.