Shogo kneeled down and undid Takashi's buckle, the button of his jeans and the zipper next. His expensive Aussie Bum brief was bulging inside and wetness smeared the fabric.

Takashi loved those expensive briefs. It was a waste of money to buy such an expensive brief when you have to wear it inside your clothes. But then again, no matter how expensive they were, you just couldn't wear them outside, unless you're some kind of superhero [insert a roll eyes emoticon here], or some shameless crazy person who wanted to draw unnecessary attention. Well, since Takashi's salary was much higher than his, and he could afford to buy those brief and pay half of their rent and most of the living expense, Shogo didn't have anything to complain of.

Shogo licked the damp brief and sucked it. He pulled down the brief, enough to expose the thick, fully-erect penis that was standing proudly in front of his eyes.

It was the thick rod that he used to have inside him and made him come countless times. He licked the tip and sucked the pre-cum before he swallowed it and started to move his head back and forth.

"Ah... god. You're the best," Takashi said between his gasps.

Shogo used to be sucked at this, but after several practices, he could really 'suck' properly.

Then he realized that he was getting hard too.

Damn, this is not good! he cursed. If he couldn't hold it in, this wouldn't stop just by fellatio only.

He tried to concentrate more in sucking Takashi's penis, but he writhed uncomfortably as he clenched on is own erection over his jeans, trying hard to calm himself down. When he looked up, Takashi was smirking. Shogo dropped his gaze and giving more effort in sucking his partner.

Takashi cupped Shogo's chin and tilted his face up, stretching his leg and slipped it beneath Shogo's crotch, nudging his erection over his jeans from below with his expensive sneaker.

Shogo shut his eyes and shuddered. "Hhngh!"

"What a nice sound," Takashi smirked, teasing his partner.

Shogo pulled Takashi's penis out of his mouth and complained, "D-don't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I'll cum..."

"A~nd?" Takashi asked nonchalantly as if it was the normal thing to do in the world.

"I don't want my pants to get dirty."

"I see..."

Takashi took Shogo by his upper arm and pulled him up. Undid his jeans and slid his hand in before Shogo stopped him by the hand.

"No."

"It's ok, we'll do it the old way," Takashi smirked.

He meant a hand job.

"I know, I still don't want my pants to get dirty."

"Relax, I'll catch it, all of it," Takashi said.

Seeing Shogo was hesitating, he kissed his lips and slid his tongue in. His kiss was soothing and could calm Shogo down. Eventually, he was giving in—again—by Takashi's way.

They stand so close at each other, bodies attach to one and another, legs tangling, pants on their ankles, and hands down on the crotch, stroking together in the same rhythm.

Takashi was concentrating on the taller man right before him. He loved that look on his face; it was only times like this that he could actually saw Shogo's expression, which was so sexy, he could barely restrained himself for coming too soon.

Shogo bent his body and leaned his head on Takashi's shoulder. His breaths were hot on Takashi's neck, and his sweet gasps sang an enticing song in Takashi's ear. Shogo licked his partner's neck, gently biting the nape and sucking it. Takashi's free hand moved to Shogo's buttock, massaging it, pressing his finger on its rear, but the finger didn't go anywhere further than that.

Shogo twitched, he needed more than hand job, he realized, but he didn't want to go further than this either. He just needed to concentrate more to the pleasure feeling from his cock.

Both of them stroking together, moving their hands up and down, tightening and releasing in synchronized movement for another minute until their groin tingling as their lower stomach spasm. And finally, semen erupted from the tip of their penises. Takashi put his hand over the tip to prevent it dirtying their clothes. The semen leaked from his fingers and dripped down to the floor. He squeezed it all out until the last drip and wiped his hand with his handkerchief. He folded it and planning on putting it inside his jeans pocket, but Shogo stopped him.

"Take it to the restroom and wash it while washing your hands. It's gross if you take that dirty handkerchief anywhere you go."

Takashi smirked, "It's yours too, mixed in here, you know," he teased.

Shogo blushed faintly, "T-that's not the point."

Takashi chuckled and kissed the taller man, "I know, I was just kidding."

Shogo's 15 minutes break was long over, he hurried Takashi to go to the restroom and washed their hands—and handkerchief—then returned to their own department.

Kawaguchi gave Shogo a long side-glance and smiled meaningfully as he sat on his desk.

That woman was very perspective up to the point that it was scary. As if she knew what had had happened before at the emergency stairs.



For the rest of the day, Shogo could barely concentrate at all. His body hadn't been satisfied, and he was craving for more. Shogo emailed him that he wanted to dine out tonight, but he couldn't wait that long, he was already half erect during work hour and want to fuck right away when he got home. So he declined the offer and said that he would go straight home after work hour. At least he could jerk himself off before Takashi returned. Takashi said that he would fetch some food to bring home. After Shogo said, "Ok," there was no other reply from him.



Shogo was in such a rush when he took his keys off his backpack and misplaced the key and let it slip the hole several times. When he finally managed to put it in the hole, he turned it, and seemed forgetting to take it in since the only thing in his head was releasing himself after restraining it for the last 3 hours.

He slammed the front door, opening his shoes at the genkan by stepping his foot on the back of his shoe and kicked it to wherever and running straight to the bedroom. He jumped on the bed and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees; he took his erection in his hand and stroked it. He licked his fingers wet before fingering his ass. Pressing the surface and easily slipped his fingers in. He pushed the fingers inside and directly aiming the prostate gland, stimulating it. His right hand stroked on his erection and he closed his eyes. The image of Takashi projected behind those close lids. His voice, his touch, his body heat... Shogo remembered it well... too well, in fact.

His arousal rose, his hand moved faster and pumping his shaft, his fingers continuously stimulating the pleasure point as he kept imagining his partner's handsome face.

As he called out Takashi's name, he came.

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I always thought Maou-san was a person with a first rate taste bud. Since he always loved cuisines that came from expensive restaurant with very experienced chefs and dared to complain at them if something wasn't quite right for him.

But I knew only recently that he actually loved pizza very much.

It was odd for him to like fast food such as pizza, but I couldn't help to think how cute he was when he cheerfully chose the topping and how he had to eat it with his bare hand.



It started just this afternoon when we had to decide where to go for dinner. He visited the office just before my work time was over to pick me up to have dinner together. We were arguing about dining places again—I didn't know how many times we had argued about this. I admit that I was kinda expecting this, though. To have a silly argument at each other just to know that we're already felt comfort with each other that we didn't hesitate to quarrel.

He mentioned some famous restaurant that I knew would be expensive. I refused and suggested some cheaper restaurant I liked and mostly visit with my friends. Steak restaurant down the street near the office, I said. He said, no, because the meat was cheap and unworthy even for a dog to eat. Too exaggerating, I complained. It kinda ticked me off since I like the steak there, it was cheap, but the meat was big and the sauce was nice and in a lot of amount that it filled the plate. Sushi then, I suggested. It was the all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant that I like and he wouldn't mind to visit. The sake was especially good, even I—who didn't drink—loved the sake. Then again, he objected, because it was raining and he didn't want to eat cold food in such weather, it would make him had stomachache.

"Fine!" I said, raising my voice. But I remembered that we were still at the office, so I lowered it down. "Fine. And I bet you don't want to go to the fast food restaurant too, don't you? My last offer is the Pizza House across the street. Take it, or I'll just let you eat alone in that fancy restaurant you adore so much."

I curled down my thin lips when I said that, making a sullen look, knowing that he would object this one either.

But beyond my expectation, his eyes brightened. He didn't overreact or something like that, but I was pretty much sure that he's more than willing to accept that last offer.

He sighed; pretending that he wasn't interested with my idea, "Fine, the Pizza House then," he said.

So, what? He liked pizzas? But since he was acknowledged in having classy taste that he didn't want anyone know he could actually liked commoners' food?

"That settled," I said firmly, "No second thought, okay?" I pointed him with my index finger.

He frowned at my finger and nodded slowly; as if he half-heartedly accepting it.

"Great!" I chuckled. He looked so adorable when he's stubborn to protect his pride like that.

I've finished my entire tasks that day. I slide my mouse down to look at the clock on my computer menu bar. It was 5, so I was free to go. I shut down the computer and collected my things from the desk and stuffed it carelessly into my backpack.

"I'm going, Kanoe-san!" I waved at my boss through the glass wall of his office.

He raised the work schedule paper and pointed at it to ask whether I had finished my tasks or not. I gave him my thumb. He smiled and waved back at me. I bumped onto Shinonome-san from the children magazine's division when he entered the room. I bet he was going to pick his lover home. I bowed politely at him as he passed by, and he nodded in return.

I took Maou san by his shoulder and dragged him out. Not caring about others would think about our relationship. In fact, I had no problem telling them at all. But Maou-san brushed my hand off his shoulder; it seemed that he was concerned about being caught, because he had quite some influence in the company.

I smiled wryly; obediently walk beside him in silent.

After waving at the receptionist girl—who glanced at me while packing her bag and waved back—we walked out of the building. The Pizza House was a 5 minutes walk across the street. The rain had ceased to drizzle, so we didn't have to use umbrella at all. I deliberately walked slowly even when I saw the traffic light had turned green and people started to cross, waiting for the perfect moment as it turned red again. Maou-san didn't seem to notice 'the traffic light tactic' I've planned. I grinned. When we were already in the crowds who were waiting to cross, he was surprised when I suddenly took his hand and shoved it into my coat pocket.

"What the...?!"

I grinned, "You're ok with this right?"

He was quiet, gazing down, blushing, covering his mouth with the back of his fist—his usual gesture to cover his face when he was embarrassed, and grip my hand tighter inside my pocket.

We were still holding hands until we stepped on the other side of the road, and our hands separated naturally as the crowd started to divide and walk to different directions.

My hands were still inside my pocket, maintaining the faint warmth from Maou-san's hand for a bit longer. Even with this small thing, I couldn't help to be happy.



The waiter gave us the menu and kindly said to call him again if we were ready to order. I opened the menu and chose the pizza topping I like; I love tuna and mayonnaise, and it happen that this Pizza House got the very exact topping I liked. But I still have to ask Maou-san, I wasn't very certain of his pizza taste since it was our first time eating pizza together.

"What kind of pizza do you want, Maou-san?" I asked him.

"....."

I waited for a bit more because I thought he was confused to choose.

"....."

Ten minutes had passed and he still didn't even budge.

"What do you want, Maou-san?" I asked impatiently while pulling down the menu that was covering his face with my forefinger.

I was almost bursting in laughter when I saw his face. He looked like a happy child who was getting confused choosing a toy he wanted to buy, not even bother looking up when I pressed his menu flat to the table, his eyes were just following where the menu was going.

I cleared my throat quite loud and knocked the table with my knuckles obviously, earth to Mochidzuki Maou, that he snapped back into reality. He finally lifted his face and met my gaze before hiding his mouth behind the back his fist, feeling embarrassed.

"Have you decided yet?" I asked. My laugh accidentally slipped in one of those words I've said. I cleared my throat again to cover it up.

He stared at the menu, looking grim. "I can't decide," he said, "They all look delicious."

"Then choose any kind of toppings of your liking, Maou-san. We can have it each in small portions, or the large ones that can have 4 different types in one pizza. And don't worry about the left-over. I have deep stomach, remember? Besides, we can also wrap the left-over and take it home."

And whoa, look at all those sparks came out of him after hearing me saying it. He's so happy he looked so bright it outshone the sun.

It was so rare to see him acting childish like this. Since he always put up those businesses smile and acting all calm and composed when he dealt with people. This was new for me.

In the end, he ordered seven different toppings; four was coming in one big pizza, and the rest were each in small pizza portions. One of the small portions was my tuna mayonnaise I wanted.

He managed to eat each five different toppings before he was stuffed and giving up eating more. I ate the rest but left the two toppings he hadn't eaten and asked the waiter to wrap it up for me.

"We can have it tomorrow for breakfast," I said, "It's odd to have pizza for breakfast, but I don't think no one's gonna be objected, right?"

And there goes the sparks in his eyes again.



After we got home, Maou-san seemed couldn't get his mind off the pizzas. He was reading a book, but secretly stole some glances at the fridge where I put the pizzas.

It was partly cute, partly annoying.

I paused my game and put down the playstation controller. "Do you want it now, Maou-san?"

"Huh?" he asked, frowning a bit.

"Do you want the pizza now?" I repeated my question.

"Huh? Oh!" he blushed, and covered his mouth behind the back his fist.

He took my question wrongly. He thought I was asking him for sex.

"I-I'm still full," he answered, this time he hid his face behind the book he pretended to read.

It wasn't fair when he was so adorable looking all shy like that!

Now I've changed my mind.

I turn the console off and stood up. Walking toward him, grabbed him by his upper arm, forcing him to stand up, and dragged him off the sofa, into the bedroom.

He dropped the book he was holding and resisting me, digging his heel onto the floor that I have to hoist him up my shoulder and carried his thrashing body into the bedroom.

I slapped his butt—not hard—to tell him to stop his struggling. "If you want it that bad, let's have some exercise, shall we?" I said.

"What are you talking about?! Put me down! Now! Kyou!!" he raised his voice.

I sighed. My breaths was short and hard full of lust. "I'll do you good until you're exhausted and hungry enough so you can eat that damn pizza."

"What the...?! Kyou!!" he protested as I threw his body onto the bed and topped him.

"Dammit! You started it first!"

I kissed him. He turned away and pushed my head with all his might.

"Let go of me, you horny bear! And who the hell started it first?!" he hit me repeatedly with his fist.

It was a weak punch, which I could ignore easily. I grab his wrists with my big hands and locked them on both sides of his head.

I knew that I was making a very horny face right now, and I didn't even bother to hide it.

"You're the one to blame, Maou-san. Acting cute all night long."

"Cute?! What in the hell are you talking about?!"

I kissed his neck, sucking the flesh there, marking him.

"Getting all confuse when you chose the pizza toppings? That was so adorable," I said, sniffing his hair. Inserting my hands into his pajamas and pinching his nipple, "and eating it with happy face? I could almost cum just looking at your face."

"Wha-? You pervert bear! Wait. Wait! Kyou! No! Aa~h!" he bit his lower lip, restraining those sexy sounds he made

I licked his lips, opening it with mine, so he wouldn't bit it again.

"You know that 'no' means 'yes' in sex, right? And 'yes' means 'just ignore my entire plea and everything, and fuck me more'."

"Where in the hell did you get that?!" he slapped my head. The color of his body turned into peach pink as he did so.

I whimpered and retreated.

Maou-san stretched his slender arms and wrapped it around my neck and pulled me back. He chuckled and gave me a kiss.

"You're the cute one," he said.



In the end, we did it until morning, until both of us were dry and had nothing left to spend.

The sun was rising when I finished heating up the pizzas. We didn't even bother to put on some clothes. I was wearing my Spongebob Squarepants boxers that Maou-san found, 'quite amusing', while he only wrapped himself in sheet.

I pulled the plate from the microwave and put it on the counter by the kitchen. Both of us stared at the steam that puffed out from the heated pizza and laughed.

"It is indeed pizzas for breakfast," I said between my laugh.

"And whose fault is that?" Maou-san puffed his cheek, pretending to be pissed.

I rubbed his hair and kissed his temple and apologized, "Mine, I'm sorry."

"You don't look sorry at all."

"I'm apologizing for making you stay up all night, not for the sex."

"You beast," he hissed.

"Said the demon lord who created this beast. Though, I was originally a bear." I laughed.

Maou-san accepted his defeat and took the pizza from the plate and ate it. I made some tea instead coffee. We stayed up all night and needed our rest; coffee would just keep us awake. After this, I might just skip all my classes today and ask Maou-san to stay home too. We could sleep the day away, to make up for last night, and then, perhaps—if he allowed me to—we could have sex again tonight.

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Shogo kneeled down and undid Takashi's buckle, the button of his jeans and the zipper next. His expensive Aussie Bum brief was bulging inside and wetness smeared the fabric.

Takashi loved those expensive briefs. It was a waste of money to buy such an expensive brief when you have to wear it inside your clothes. But then again, no matter how expensive they were, you just couldn't wear them outside, unless you're some kind of superhero [insert a roll eyes emoticon here], or some shameless crazy person who wanted to draw unnecessary attention. Well, since Takashi's salary was much higher than his, and he could afford to buy those brief and pay half of their rent and most of the living expense, Shogo didn't have anything to complain of.

Shogo licked the damp brief and sucked it. He pulled down the brief, enough to expose the thick, fully-erect penis that was standing proudly in front of his eyes.

It was the thick rod that he used to have inside him and made him come countless times. He licked the tip and sucked the pre-cum before he swallowed it and started to move his head back and forth.

"Ah... god. You're the best," Takashi said between his gasps.

Shogo used to be sucked at this, but after several practices, he could really 'suck' properly.

Then he realized that he was getting hard too.

Damn, this is not good! he cursed. If he couldn't hold it in, this wouldn't stop just by fellatio only.

He tried to concentrate more in sucking Takashi's penis, but he writhed uncomfortably as he clenched on is own erection over his jeans, trying hard to calm himself down. When he looked up, Takashi was smirking. Shogo dropped his gaze and giving more effort in sucking his partner.

Takashi cupped Shogo's chin and tilted his face up, stretching his leg and slipped it beneath Shogo's crotch, nudging his erection over his jeans from below with his expensive sneaker.

Shogo shut his eyes and shuddered. "Hhngh!"

"What a nice sound," Takashi smirked, teasing his partner.

Shogo pulled Takashi's penis out of his mouth and complained, "D-don't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I'll cum..."

"A~nd?" Takashi asked nonchalantly as if it was the normal thing to do in the world.

"I don't want my pants to get dirty."

"I see..."

Takashi took Shogo by his upper arm and pulled him up. Undid his jeans and slid his hand in before Shogo stopped him by the hand.

"No."

"It's ok, we'll do it the old way," Takashi smirked.

He meant a hand job.

"I know, I still don't want my pants to get dirty."

"Relax, I'll catch it, all of it," Takashi said.

Seeing Shogo was hesitating, he kissed his lips and slid his tongue in. His kiss was soothing and could calm Shogo down. Eventually, he was giving in—again—by Takashi's way.

They stand so close at each other, bodies attach to one and another, legs tangling, pants on their ankles, and hands down on the crotch, stroking together in the same rhythm.

Takashi was concentrating on the taller man right before him. He loved that look on his face; it was only times like this that he could actually saw Shogo's expression, which was so sexy, he could barely restrained himself for coming too soon.

Shogo bent his body and leaned his head on Takashi's shoulder. His breaths were hot on Takashi's neck, and his sweet gasps sang an enticing song in Takashi's ear. Shogo licked his partner's neck, gently biting the nape and sucking it. Takashi's free hand moved to Shogo's buttock, massaging it, pressing his finger on its rear, but the finger didn't go anywhere further than that.

Shogo twitched, he needed more than hand job, he realized, but he didn't want to go further than this either. He just needed to concentrate more to the pleasure feeling from his cock.

Both of them stroking together, moving their hands up and down, tightening and releasing in synchronized movement for another minute until their groin tingling as their lower stomach spasm. And finally, semen erupted from the tip of their penises. Takashi put his hand over the tip to prevent it dirtying their clothes. The semen leaked from his fingers and dripped down to the floor. He squeezed it all out until the last drip and wiped his hand with his handkerchief. He folded it and planning on putting it inside his jeans pocket, but Shogo stopped him.

"Take it to the restroom and wash it while washing your hands. It's gross if you take that dirty handkerchief anywhere you go."

Takashi smirked, "It's yours too, mixed in here, you know," he teased.

Shogo blushed faintly, "T-that's not the point."

Takashi chuckled and kissed the taller man, "I know, I was just kidding."

Shogo's 15 minutes break was long over, he hurried Takashi to go to the restroom and washed their hands—and handkerchief—then returned to their own department.

Kawaguchi gave Shogo a long side-glance and smiled meaningfully as he sat on his desk.

That woman was very perspective up to the point that it was scary. As if she knew what had had happened before at the emergency stairs.



For the rest of the day, Shogo could barely concentrate at all. His body hadn't been satisfied, and he was craving for more. Shogo emailed him that he wanted to dine out tonight, but he couldn't wait that long, he was already half erect during work hour and want to fuck right away when he got home. So he declined the offer and said that he would go straight home after work hour. At least he could jerk himself off before Takashi returned. Takashi said that he would fetch some food to bring home. After Shogo said, "Ok," there was no other reply from him.



Shogo was in such a rush when he took his keys off his backpack and misplaced the key and let it slip the hole several times. When he finally managed to put it in the hole, he turned it, and seemed forgetting to take it in since the only thing in his head was releasing himself after restraining it for the last 3 hours.

He slammed the front door, opening his shoes at the genkan by stepping his foot on the back of his shoe and kicked it to wherever and running straight to the bedroom. He jumped on the bed and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees; he took his erection in his hand and stroked it. He licked his fingers wet before fingering his ass. Pressing the surface and easily slipped his fingers in. He pushed the fingers inside and directly aiming the prostate gland, stimulating it. His right hand stroked on his erection and he closed his eyes. The image of Takashi projected behind those close lids. His voice, his touch, his body heat... Shogo remembered it well... too well, in fact.

His arousal rose, his hand moved faster and pumping his shaft, his fingers continuously stimulating the pleasure point as he kept imagining his partner's handsome face.

As he called out Takashi's name, he came.

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I always thought Maou-san was a person with a first rate taste bud. Since he always loved cuisines that came from expensive restaurant with very experienced chefs and dared to complain at them if something wasn't quite right for him.

But I knew only recently that he actually loved pizza very much.

It was odd for him to like fast food such as pizza, but I couldn't help to think how cute he was when he cheerfully chose the topping and how he had to eat it with his bare hand.



It started just this afternoon when we had to decide where to go for dinner. He visited the office just before my work time was over to pick me up to have dinner together. We were arguing about dining places again—I didn't know how many times we had argued about this. I admit that I was kinda expecting this, though. To have a silly argument at each other just to know that we're already felt comfort with each other that we didn't hesitate to quarrel.

He mentioned some famous restaurant that I knew would be expensive. I refused and suggested some cheaper restaurant I liked and mostly visit with my friends. Steak restaurant down the street near the office, I said. He said, no, because the meat was cheap and unworthy even for a dog to eat. Too exaggerating, I complained. It kinda ticked me off since I like the steak there, it was cheap, but the meat was big and the sauce was nice and in a lot of amount that it filled the plate. Sushi then, I suggested. It was the all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant that I like and he wouldn't mind to visit. The sake was especially good, even I—who didn't drink—loved the sake. Then again, he objected, because it was raining and he didn't want to eat cold food in such weather, it would make him had stomachache.

"Fine!" I said, raising my voice. But I remembered that we were still at the office, so I lowered it down. "Fine. And I bet you don't want to go to the fast food restaurant too, don't you? My last offer is the Pizza House across the street. Take it, or I'll just let you eat alone in that fancy restaurant you adore so much."

I curled down my thin lips when I said that, making a sullen look, knowing that he would object this one either.

But beyond my expectation, his eyes brightened. He didn't overreact or something like that, but I was pretty much sure that he's more than willing to accept that last offer.

He sighed; pretending that he wasn't interested with my idea, "Fine, the Pizza House then," he said.

So, what? He liked pizzas? But since he was acknowledged in having classy taste that he didn't want anyone know he could actually liked commoners' food?

"That settled," I said firmly, "No second thought, okay?" I pointed him with my index finger.

He frowned at my finger and nodded slowly; as if he half-heartedly accepting it.

"Great!" I chuckled. He looked so adorable when he's stubborn to protect his pride like that.

I've finished my entire tasks that day. I slide my mouse down to look at the clock on my computer menu bar. It was 5, so I was free to go. I shut down the computer and collected my things from the desk and stuffed it carelessly into my backpack.

"I'm going, Kanoe-san!" I waved at my boss through the glass wall of his office.

He raised the work schedule paper and pointed at it to ask whether I had finished my tasks or not. I gave him my thumb. He smiled and waved back at me. I bumped onto Shinonome-san from the children magazine's division when he entered the room. I bet he was going to pick his lover home. I bowed politely at him as he passed by, and he nodded in return.

I took Maou san by his shoulder and dragged him out. Not caring about others would think about our relationship. In fact, I had no problem telling them at all. But Maou-san brushed my hand off his shoulder; it seemed that he was concerned about being caught, because he had quite some influence in the company.

I smiled wryly; obediently walk beside him in silent.

After waving at the receptionist girl—who glanced at me while packing her bag and waved back—we walked out of the building. The Pizza House was a 5 minutes walk across the street. The rain had ceased to drizzle, so we didn't have to use umbrella at all. I deliberately walked slowly even when I saw the traffic light had turned green and people started to cross, waiting for the perfect moment as it turned red again. Maou-san didn't seem to notice 'the traffic light tactic' I've planned. I grinned. When we were already in the crowds who were waiting to cross, he was surprised when I suddenly took his hand and shoved it into my coat pocket.

"What the...?!"

I grinned, "You're ok with this right?"

He was quiet, gazing down, blushing, covering his mouth with the back of his fist—his usual gesture to cover his face when he was embarrassed, and grip my hand tighter inside my pocket.

We were still holding hands until we stepped on the other side of the road, and our hands separated naturally as the crowd started to divide and walk to different directions.

My hands were still inside my pocket, maintaining the faint warmth from Maou-san's hand for a bit longer. Even with this small thing, I couldn't help to be happy.



The waiter gave us the menu and kindly said to call him again if we were ready to order. I opened the menu and chose the pizza topping I like; I love tuna and mayonnaise, and it happen that this Pizza House got the very exact topping I liked. But I still have to ask Maou-san, I wasn't very certain of his pizza taste since it was our first time eating pizza together.

"What kind of pizza do you want, Maou-san?" I asked him.

"....."

I waited for a bit more because I thought he was confused to choose.

"....."

Ten minutes had passed and he still didn't even budge.

"What do you want, Maou-san?" I asked impatiently while pulling down the menu that was covering his face with my forefinger.

I was almost bursting in laughter when I saw his face. He looked like a happy child who was getting confused choosing a toy he wanted to buy, not even bother looking up when I pressed his menu flat to the table, his eyes were just following where the menu was going.

I cleared my throat quite loud and knocked the table with my knuckles obviously, earth to Mochidzuki Maou, that he snapped back into reality. He finally lifted his face and met my gaze before hiding his mouth behind the back his fist, feeling embarrassed.

"Have you decided yet?" I asked. My laugh accidentally slipped in one of those words I've said. I cleared my throat again to cover it up.

He stared at the menu, looking grim. "I can't decide," he said, "They all look delicious."

"Then choose any kind of toppings of your liking, Maou-san. We can have it each in small portions, or the large ones that can have 4 different types in one pizza. And don't worry about the left-over. I have deep stomach, remember? Besides, we can also wrap the left-over and take it home."

And whoa, look at all those sparks came out of him after hearing me saying it. He's so happy he looked so bright it outshone the sun.

It was so rare to see him acting childish like this. Since he always put up those businesses smile and acting all calm and composed when he dealt with people. This was new for me.

In the end, he ordered seven different toppings; four was coming in one big pizza, and the rest were each in small pizza portions. One of the small portions was my tuna mayonnaise I wanted.

He managed to eat each five different toppings before he was stuffed and giving up eating more. I ate the rest but left the two toppings he hadn't eaten and asked the waiter to wrap it up for me.

"We can have it tomorrow for breakfast," I said, "It's odd to have pizza for breakfast, but I don't think no one's gonna be objected, right?"

And there goes the sparks in his eyes again.



After we got home, Maou-san seemed couldn't get his mind off the pizzas. He was reading a book, but secretly stole some glances at the fridge where I put the pizzas.

It was partly cute, partly annoying.

I paused my game and put down the playstation controller. "Do you want it now, Maou-san?"

"Huh?" he asked, frowning a bit.

"Do you want the pizza now?" I repeated my question.

"Huh? Oh!" he blushed, and covered his mouth behind the back his fist.

He took my question wrongly. He thought I was asking him for sex.

"I-I'm still full," he answered, this time he hid his face behind the book he pretended to read.

It wasn't fair when he was so adorable looking all shy like that!

Now I've changed my mind.

I turn the console off and stood up. Walking toward him, grabbed him by his upper arm, forcing him to stand up, and dragged him off the sofa, into the bedroom.

He dropped the book he was holding and resisting me, digging his heel onto the floor that I have to hoist him up my shoulder and carried his thrashing body into the bedroom.

I slapped his butt—not hard—to tell him to stop his struggling. "If you want it that bad, let's have some exercise, shall we?" I said.

"What are you talking about?! Put me down! Now! Kyou!!" he raised his voice.

I sighed. My breaths was short and hard full of lust. "I'll do you good until you're exhausted and hungry enough so you can eat that damn pizza."

"What the...?! Kyou!!" he protested as I threw his body onto the bed and topped him.

"Dammit! You started it first!"

I kissed him. He turned away and pushed my head with all his might.

"Let go of me, you horny bear! And who the hell started it first?!" he hit me repeatedly with his fist.

It was a weak punch, which I could ignore easily. I grab his wrists with my big hands and locked them on both sides of his head.

I knew that I was making a very horny face right now, and I didn't even bother to hide it.

"You're the one to blame, Maou-san. Acting cute all night long."

"Cute?! What in the hell are you talking about?!"

I kissed his neck, sucking the flesh there, marking him.

"Getting all confuse when you chose the pizza toppings? That was so adorable," I said, sniffing his hair. Inserting my hands into his pajamas and pinching his nipple, "and eating it with happy face? I could almost cum just looking at your face."

"Wha-? You pervert bear! Wait. Wait! Kyou! No! Aa~h!" he bit his lower lip, restraining those sexy sounds he made

I licked his lips, opening it with mine, so he wouldn't bit it again.

"You know that 'no' means 'yes' in sex, right? And 'yes' means 'just ignore my entire plea and everything, and fuck me more'."

"Where in the hell did you get that?!" he slapped my head. The color of his body turned into peach pink as he did so.

I whimpered and retreated.

Maou-san stretched his slender arms and wrapped it around my neck and pulled me back. He chuckled and gave me a kiss.

"You're the cute one," he said.



In the end, we did it until morning, until both of us were dry and had nothing left to spend.

The sun was rising when I finished heating up the pizzas. We didn't even bother to put on some clothes. I was wearing my Spongebob Squarepants boxers that Maou-san found, 'quite amusing', while he only wrapped himself in sheet.

I pulled the plate from the microwave and put it on the counter by the kitchen. Both of us stared at the steam that puffed out from the heated pizza and laughed.

"It is indeed pizzas for breakfast," I said between my laugh.

"And whose fault is that?" Maou-san puffed his cheek, pretending to be pissed.

I rubbed his hair and kissed his temple and apologized, "Mine, I'm sorry."

"You don't look sorry at all."

"I'm apologizing for making you stay up all night, not for the sex."

"You beast," he hissed.

"Said the demon lord who created this beast. Though, I was originally a bear." I laughed.

Maou-san accepted his defeat and took the pizza from the plate and ate it. I made some tea instead coffee. We stayed up all night and needed our rest; coffee would just keep us awake. After this, I might just skip all my classes today and ask Maou-san to stay home too. We could sleep the day away, to make up for last night, and then, perhaps—if he allowed me to—we could have sex again tonight.

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