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A man carried several bags through the doors of a family diner, the shadow from his hat covering the top half of his face. The door had a closed sign on it, but he entered with confidence and the tinkling of the doorbell alerted anyone who was inside of his presence. The man took his cap off, revealing a handsome young face and he used it to fan himself while striding across the restaurant, heading straight for the kitchen doors.
Xue Yang was a freelance photographer who accepted jobs for food photography. However, he had a favourite restaurant that he would prioritize accepting no matter the circumstances.
“Thank you for helping A-Yang!” said a gentle clear voice like the sound of a fresh running stream on a hot summer's day as soon as the kitchen door opened.
“Xiao Xingxing, no need to thank me~ Didn’t I tell you already, just call and I will be here.”
“I know.”
The man who spoke was named Xiao Xingchen, the head chef of this particular diner. He had opened this place with his high school friend Song Zichen, who was currently the restaurant manager and also doubled as the waiter. Although the family restaurant started out small, their business gradually grew due to Xiao Xingchen’s culinary skills. They soon had to hire an extra pair of hands, a cheerful student named A-Qing who would come in as a part-time waitress to help them out on the busy weekends.
“Where is the Brat and Snowy Mountain? I thought they would be on my ass by now and telling me to keep my hands to myself.” Xue Yang snickered as he followed behind Xiao Xingchen who was picking up the prepared dishes.
Xiao Xingchen chuckled, hearing the nicknames the photographer gave his friends.
“Be nice!” He admonished playfully.
He headed towards the door, to which Xue Yang gladly opened for him. “A-Qing has exams this week and Zichen said that he would be spending the day for a family event and would not be able to join us.”
Xue Yang raised his brows and a cheshire cat grin stretched lazily on his face. “How awfully convenient. Did you plan this Xiao Xingchen? Are you that excited to be alone with me hm?”
He lowered his voice slightly, using a suggestive tone to hint at something more. He hugged the chef from behind and laid his chin on his shoulder, breathing against his ear.
However, already used to his antics, Xiao Xingchen calmly placed the food down on the table in the corner of the restaurant as usual. Once his hands were free, he gave Xue Yang an affectionate pat on the head and replied, “It was a coincidence that they are both busy and can’t help.”
He turned his head slightly so his lips were close to Xue Yang’s face and continued in a quieter voice. “I am definitely delighted to see you again but…”
Skilfully, Xiao Xingchen turned and twisted out of his embrace. Then he smiled brightly and squeezed Xue Yang’s shoulder.
“...work needs to be done first.” He said firmly and disappeared into the kitchen once more.
Xue Yang was left frozen on the spot as he processed how the chef had slipped away just like that. Then he groaned loudly and pressed his face into his hands as he felt his ears heat up. That smile that could surely rival the sun was going to kill him someday.
After heaving a sigh, Xue Yang got to work again and laid down his bags on the chairs in the next booth. He took out his photography equipment and positioned them around the table while the dishes were arranged neatly. Xiao Xingchen had already used a blank piece of paper to cover the walls, giving them a clean background. Finally, Xue Yang took out his camera and switched it on, taking a test shot then adjusted the settings after some consideration.
Xiao Xingchen soon reappeared, carrying two more dishes in his hands. These he laid on another table as they would shoot them after. He joined Xue Yang, who now had a serious expression on his face as he took a few more photos of the delicious looking masterpieces.
“Are you ready now?” he asked with a knowing smile.
“Yeah, just tell me what you are thinking of and we’ll try it.” Xue Yang answered without his usual sarcasm.
They collaborated often enough that Xiao Xingchen knew that Xue Yang may be playful and easy-going but when he was working, he would diligently complete the job he was given. He just needed a slight push sometimes to get down to business.
Xiao Xingchen was now cutting the cake, decorated with a maple leaf shaped chocolate, and slowly sliding the knife over the smooth chestnut coloured frosting. The camera was positioned just under his face so he could see where he was cutting while Xue Yang's other arm looped around his neck to steady the lens. Although he could tell the photographer’s arms were steady, the slight changes in his breathing pattern betrayed his distracted state.
They spent the afternoon working on photographing the next season’s menu, all designed and created by Xiao Xingchen himself. Sometimes, their positions could be quite bizarre, but it was necessary for the photos, especially when Xue Yang needed the chef’s hands to be included. Each time they brushed against each other or got into a compromising position, the photographer would clench his teeth and press the button on his camera a little harder than necessary.
The last photo set had Xiao Xingchen on his knees, while the bowl sat on his palms. His hands were positioned so that it looked like he was scooping the bowl up. His fingers framed the sides, slightly spread and mirroring each other. Xue Yang was right behind him and the camera was hovering close to the top of his head. They were so close to each other that they could feel each other’s body heat despite the layer of clothing separating the touch of their skin.
Xiao Xingchen knew he could trust Xue Yang’s expertise but at times he wondered if the positioning was necessary. The tension kept growing between the two, both of them anticipating the events after the photography session. They could feel the growing impatience in each other’s actions, see the faraway looks that sometimes manifested in their eyes and a physical manifestation of want in their pants.
Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen was roughly pulled up by the back of his shirt, which almost caused the bowl to drop from his hands and before he knew it, the tension snapped like a cut rubber band. Xue Yang turned his face and kissed him on the mouth, his hand tightening in the shirt. Xiao Xingchen didn’t dare to move, mainly because he didn’t want to drop the bowl that was balanced precariously in his hands and because he didn’t want to accidentally crush Xue Yang’s camera with his body.
After a long while, Xue Yang pulled back breathing heavily and released his grip on Xiao Xingchen’s shirt.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to wait anymore.” He said in a rush. His hands had fallen to his side and he looked a little tortured.
Xiao Xingchen found it cute and gladly set the bowl back down, rising to his full height so he was no longer bending at the knees and balancing strangely. His nimble fingers hooked around the neck strap and removed the camera from Xue Yang’s neck.
Not once did his eyes leave Xue Yang’s even as he set the equipment on the table, beside the bowl.
He placed his hands on Xue Yang’s shoulders firmly stating in a clear, strong voice. “I know you are feeling impatient. But I need to at least lock up first.”
Then he leaned down to chastely kiss Xue Yang, biting lightly and pulling away before Xue Yang could chase after him.
“I will be quick so grab your stuff and head upstairs. I want you to thoroughly prepare yourself before I return.”
Xiao Xingchen lived above the restaurant so as soon as he turned around, Xue Yang snatched up his camera, folded the reflector and packed away his flash. He moved quickly while Xiao Xingchen went into the kitchen once more, presumably to clean up.
The photographer speed walked out of the restaurant and took the stairs two at a time. Soon he reached a familiar doorway and quickly jammed the keys into the keyhole.
Xue Yang’s heart thudded from the adrenaline and deposited his bags in the small living room, then made his way to the neat bedroom. He stripped and groaned from relief, folding his clothing neatly and placed them aside.
He grabbed the lube from the drawer and got to work. Fingers pulled out the buttplug he had been using and two fingers dived into his lubed hole. His eyes drooped and hands moved in a lazy rhythm, keeping the urge to plunge straight for his prostate at bay. He was so focused that he missed the sound of the front door opening and the quick steps skimming across the floor.
By the time he opened his eyes again, Xiao Xingchen was already in the room, shirt unbuttoned and making his way over to the bed. The two made eye contact and Xue Yang took the opportunity to scissor his ass and spread his walls apart in invitation.
“I prepped myself like you asked.” He said coyly with bated breath. “So won’t you fuck me now?’’
Xiao Xingchen walked over and stroked the line of Xue Yang’s legs. His eyes dropped to look at his handiwork, pleased with the results.
“Patience. I will fuck you soon enough.” Xiao Xingchen smiled and planted a kiss on his shin.
The chef dug his fingers into the spot he just kissed and started kneading the leg. His fingers pressed and squeezed as if marinating the flesh in preparation for the feast after. He worked meticulously, warming the muscle and turning it pliant beneath his fingertips. Xiao Xingchen moved his way upwards from shin to thigh gradually getting closer to the intimate place that was craving his touch but was denied so far.
“Xiao Xingchen…”
Xue Yang’s need was getting impossible to ignore. The itch was getting stronger and the hands soothing the muscles on his legs was both a torture and godsend. They felt amazing, working out the stress that made them stiff and inflexible but at the same time, the touch was driving him mad. He was desperate and the earlier preparation was only a taste of what could have, leaving him craving for more.
Xiao Xingchen climbed onto the bed and Xue Yang’s heart did a little flip.
“I brought you something.” Xiao Xingchen smiled brightly.
“Will I get fucked with it?” He asked excitedly.
“I could arrange that, but I doubt you’d want it.”
Xiao Xingchen left the bed and walked to a table. “Why don’t you see what it is first?”
Xue Yang’s vision was blocked by Xiao Xingchen’s figure but once he turned around there was a plate of food in his hands. His expression morphed from desperation to exasperation in seconds.
“We were going to fuck and you want to eat?” He asked incredulously.
The chef chuckled darkly and suddenly Xue Yang became suspicious.
“ You are going to eat.” Xiao Xingchen said lightly as he made his way back. “You will eat everything off this plate and lick it clean if you must, but you will not be allowed to come until you finish it.”
“Eat everything, don't come. Easy. Gimme the plate.”
“Wait a moment. I’m not done.”
The plate was placed on the bedside table and Xiao Xingchen bent down to pull out a box from underneath the bed. He selected a few items from it and presented them in front of Xue Yang.
“You will eat, but I will be using your body for my pleasure while you do it.” Xiao Xingchen finished with a darkened gaze.
He tipped up Xue Yang’s chin so he could look into his eyes. “Can you do that for me?”
Xue Yang swallowed. There was a part of him that wanted to look away from the strangely intimidating stare, but his own eyes were held hostage by Xiao Xingchen’s soft grey irises. His answer came rolling off his tongue anyway because he trusted Xiao Xingchen.
Xiao Xingchen kissed him on his forehead to show his satisfaction with his agreement. Then he ordered Xue Yang to kneel and the latter dropped down obediently.
There was the clicking sound of a lighter and shortly after, Xue Yang’s arms were taken behind his back. With another click, his hands were cuffed together.
“Here’s the first piece.” Xiao Xingchen smiled and held a piece of meat in front of Xue Yang’s face.
It was bite sized, perfectly cut to fit his mouth. However, he couldn’t quite reach it and his hands were immobilised.
Xiao Xingchen looked back expectantly and tipped his head up slightly.
Another heartbeat later, Xue Yang opened his mouth and Xiao Xingchen lowered the piece of meat a little more but still slightly out of reach.
Realization dawned on Xue Yang and his cheeks flared. He craned his neck outwards and took the meat into his mouth. He chewed on the juicy piece, letting its flavour spread on his tongue and coat the inside of his mouth in juice. He chewed and chewed until it was softly mashed and finally swallowed.
Xiao Xingchen took another piece of meat, delicately holding it between his forefinger and thumb. Now that he knew what he was supposed to do, Xue Yang craned his head and pushed up to take the second piece.
Again, he chewed and took the time to savour the fresh wave of meatiness that washed his taste buds anew. Although he was more of an aesthetic person that prefers visual appeal than a gourmet that revels in taste, he is still capable of appreciating good food when presented one.
Xiao Xingchen’s food wasn’t the only thing he loved of course. There was more… like the fingers that were wrapping around the plate and the other hovering and deciding which piece to feed him next. He couldn’t help looking, not when the world slowly falls away and blurs into the background. He feels his senses focusing on movements and right now, the only moving was the hand picking up another piece of meat.
The repeated rhythm and action has him falling and hypnotised, has his focus sharpening to one point. It has him drifting and daydreaming, the sounds of his chewing reminding him of the same fingers slick with lubricant and spearing into his hole.
Another piece had him thinking of the fingers, so wet and nimble, wrapping around his cock and pulling orgasms out of him, squeezing and milking him dry.
Xue Yang thought of Xiao Xingchen, biting into his shoulder, into his thighs and into his neck. He moaned, partially because his mouth was still heavy with the taste of well-seasoned meat and also from his fantasies keeping his cock filled.
Xiao Xingchen on the other hand, kept feeding him piece by piece, eyes growing darker each time Xue Yang flicked his tongue out to take the meat. He chewed and gradually his eyes drooped after taking the meat, clearly enjoying the dish. There was a slight sheen on his lips from the sauce and saliva and the chef wanted to lick it away, kiss it and taste it himself.
He placed the plate down onto the floor and got up. Xue Yang looked back at him, confused.
“Keep eating A-Yang.” He urged with a mischievous smile.
Xue Yang seemed to be lost but he obeyed nonetheless. It took him a moment to figure out how to balance himself to avoid completely face-planting into the plate or floor. Once he did, he was carefully eating the pieces like the good little pet that he was.
At the same time, Xiao Xingchen picked up the vibrator he had taken out of the box earlier. He waited until Xue Yang lowered his head again, conveniently sticking up his butt to keep himself balanced and then eased the tip into his slick, stretched hole.
Xue Yang jumped, the existence of toys completely slipped from his mind until that very moment.
He casted a look at Xiao Xingchen who looked back at him with raised eyebrows.
“Is something wrong?” He asked pointedly.
Xue Yang opened his mouth and closed it. Then he shook his head and turned back to the food while the rest of the length eased into him.
He ate while the vibe was guided into his waiting body, then back out. He continued chewing and picking up the pieces, but he was getting slower as the silicon filled him up and left him empty, alternating between a lot and not enough. Each drag was a tease but extremely well timed, often happening while he was lowering his head or trying to pick up the meat by his teeth so he would wobble while trying to maintain balance.
He could tell Xiao Xingchen was having a lot of fun though as he could practically feel the amused grin on his face behind him, taking pleasure in watching him struggle.
Xue Yang lapped up another piece just as the toy settled deeper than before and started vibrating against his sweet spot.
“Argh!” The sound ripped from him as he threw his head back and the meat rolled wildly in his mouth. He felt a throb and a bit of stickiness dribble down his cock as the massager nuzzled his prostate. His toes curled and he swayed, but he couldn't move without jostling the vibrator.
Seeing that he was frozen, Xiao Xingchen moved to his side and kissed him on the cheek. “You’ve done so well. Already half done. Keep going A-Yang.”
Xue Yang gave a small whimper and ground his teeth, eyes glistening from the stimulation. Taking pity on him, Xiao Xingchen lowered the vibration settings, a small mercy to allow him to familiarize with this feeling while carrying out his task.
Xue Yang shivered and continued eating, gradually falling into the clouds once more. As soon as he relaxed, the vibrations that were turned down started to climb, increment by increment. Each time Xiao Xingchen gave him time to get used to the last setting, before racking it up another notch.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xingchen settled behind Xue Yang and kept his hands running up and down the expanse of Xue Yang’s back in a gesture of comfort and appreciation. His fingers tapped and prodded the flesh, sometimes tracing the slight muscle definitions and sometimes squeezing. They were on his neck, followed the curve of his spine downward then fanned out to cover his shoulder blades in a sweeping motion. His fingers smoothed over the skin, circling over the handful of moles that appeared in its path and continued down, down and down, all the way to the little dip above his shaped buttocks where the vibe jutted out.
Sometimes there was a shiver in response to his lips. Other times it was a twitch. Whatever he did, A-Yang’s body would respond in a way that could only be described as wanton, which tested Xiao Xingchen’s patience.
Finally, Xue Yang was down to the last three pieces. Xiao Xingchen decided to loop his arms around his waist to feel the fullness of his stomach. The hug made his body press against the vibe, which jabbed into Xue Yang’s prostate, causing a pitiful wail. The chef sighed in arousal as he found the beautiful cock all hardened and slightly wet from the liquid that leaked from the tip.
“Your cock is so perfect A-Yang.” He said breathlessly and gave it a few strokes.
Xue Yang groaned and almost buckled from the sudden rush of pleasure that came from the grip around his manhood.
“I want to take you like this right now with your ass and hole ready for me.” Xiao Xingchen continued in a low voice.
Xue Yang took a piece of meat into his mouth, wriggled a little and pressed back. He made a whimper as Xiao Xingchen’s touches accompanied the fiery want that coursed through his body from his words.
“But you have to finish first before you deserve to be fucked by my cock.” Xiao Xingchen said and pulled away.
Xue Yang protested around a mouthful of meat. He was so shaken, that he was unprepared for the streaks of fire dribbled down the middle of his back.
Xiao Xingchen chuckled at his surprise. “Only two more. Try your best~”
The same liquid fire splashed onto his ribs in quick succession and Xue Yang’s body undulated violently. He panted as he felt them run over his skin, a pleasurable burning sensation that razed through the haze in his mind. He was hooked to it and the third time the melted wax landed on him, his upper body crashing onto the floor and his head narrowly missing the plate. He half rolled on his side, the plate temporarily pushed out of his mind and replaced with fierce fires of pleasure.
“Xingchen…” he called out absently with his eyes closed, disappointed that the heat was already going out.
“Continue.” Xiao Xingchen said.
“Xiao Xingchen!” Xue Yang whined and bucked his hips pathetically.
“Alright, I’ll help you, but you still have to finish the last two pieces.”
Xue Yang nodded quickly and reopened his teary eyes.
Xiao Xingchen reached over him and delicately picked a piece. He held it above his face so that Xue Yang wouldn’t be able to reach it even if he pushed his head up.
“Open.”
Xue Yang promptly spread his jaws and Xiao Xingchen’s fingers released the meat which fell right into his mouth.
Then Xiao Xingchen grabbed the candle with his other hand and swiftly poured the wax over his front, making sure to land some specifically onto the two stiffened peaks. The clenching of Xue Yang’s jaw betrayed a particularly harsh bite into the meat inside his mouth and his body arched up in a sensual curve.
Xiao Xingchen picked up the last piece and popped it into his mouth. As soon as Xue Yang’s back was flat on the ground, Xiao Xingchen kissed Xue Yang and pushed the meat into his mouth using his tongue.
Xue Yang had no time to rest while the meat was transferred mouth to mouth. He chewed quickly as Xiao Xingchen rubbed himself on Xue Yang’s thigh, determined to fuck as soon as possible. The rubbing reminded him of the prize that was waiting for him and before long, the meat was travelling down his oesophagus and his task was finally completed.
“Let me come.” Xue Yang pleads.
Fortunately for him, Xiao Xingchen was painfully aroused too and soon the vibrator left his body and was replaced by the cock he loved so much.
“Clean them. Then you can come.”
Xue Yang’s mouth dropped open immediately and lapped at the fingers. His lips wrapped around the digits and slid down until he kissed the knuckles. His tongue swirled urgently as Xiao Xingchen began to move his hips too.
With a few more powerful thrusts from Xiao Xingchen‘s hips and a sadistic jab of his fingers that had Xue Yang’s eyes rolling and gagging, Xue Yang surrendered himself to pleasure sooner than both of them had anticipated. His whole body trembled and his arms strained against the handcuffs uncontrollably.
Xiao Xingchen sucked in a breath at the beautiful sight of his lover getting overwhelmed with pleasure. As he came, Xue Yang’s slack mouth remained open and drool ran down the side of his face.
The sight was so raw, of man in the purest and highest form of bliss that a few more thrusts later, Xiao Xingchen was finishing inside the tightly strung body as well.
They stayed in the same position to catch their breaths. As soon as Xiao Xingchen came down from his high , he pulled back out and silently praised the heavens as his cock slid out of Xue Yang’s deliciously puffy hole. His mouth watered a little but the last time he tried to eat him out after their orgasm, Xue Yang got startled and kicked him in the stomach.
He mourned the loss of such delicacy, but he could always eat him out another time.
The chef picked up the plate from the floor and set it onto the bedside table. He walked away to get some towels that were soaked in warm water. As soon as he returned, he cleaned up both of them and freed the hands that were still restrained behind Xue Yang’s back.
Xue Yang purred from the attention and mumbled softly. “Xiao Xingxing. You’re a good fucker.”
Xiao Xingchen chuckled from the comment. “Why, thank you for the compliment.”
“I missed you so much you know.”
“We saw each other just this morning before you went out to buy a new lens!”
“Xiao Xingchen.”
Xue Yang peeled open his eyes, his mind still drunk from bliss and buzzing with warmth. He smiled lazily and continued . “I really like you.”
Xiao Xingchen kissed Xue Yang and his eyes twinkled. “I know. Welcome home.”