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Lean fingers caressed the fatty piece of meat following the grain of muscle, the shine of the delicately handled knife dulled by the watery blood.
The gloved hand picked up a singular slice.
“Hm at least you’ll sear well.”
Masaki rolled his eyes, this guy had started out hot with big eyes and a smug smile.
But so far everything he tried of him was bitter. This guy ate way too many carbs.
He tsks his lips forming a faded pink pout.
He absently pushed a thumb to his bottom lip in thought. He could continue with searing with how fatty this guy was, or he could smoke it.
His small bell ringed a ding at the entrance,
The smell of cherries and copper floated through. Masakis lips tweaked in small genuine joy. Ah his favorite of the fuzz.
“I’ll be there in a minute” he called keeping his voice level containing his excitement. Masakis favorite game to play was about to begin.
He quickly settled the stone made cutting slab down into a small refrigerator. This meat may not have turned out how he wanted but it would be a shame to let it spoil. After all getting away scott free this time wasn’t so easy.
He bit his lip softly as he quickly swiped his blood stained gloves off his hands. He quickly pushed through the kitchen to enter his dining area. He ducked under the low leaning fake branch overhanging the inner doorway.
Finally Officer Mizu was in sight, tapping his boot along with the gentle music playing softly overhead. His head was tilted down as he repeatedly straightened his buttoned up uniform top.
“Officer Mizu how pleasurable it is to see you today~” Masaki all but purred.
The other man jolted, hands flying away in a panic. He put them straight down at his side.
“Ah Mr Masaki, I have come to have see if your private lunch room is available!?”
The police officer said casting his stoic gaze to the side.
Masaki eyes grew half lidded, embarrassment looked good on Mizu.
“Please I’ve known you for so long, just call me Masaki~” and with that he bowed, turning to lead him to the room especially reserved for his favorites.
“May I ask how is business today Mr Masaki?” The clipped tone of Officer Mizu fed the twisted desire feeding deep in Masakis gut. Oh he loved it when he sounded desperate underneath his strict tones. Almost begging Masaki to….
He stayed silent as they entered the room and he sucked his lips as he stared very blatantly at Mizus butt. The uniform pants never failed in fitting that man’s sculpted ass perfectly.
Masaki closed the door somewhat reluctantly forcing his gaze away from bouncy paradise on two legs.
“Ah worried about poor old me? Don’t worry with your patronage I’ll never close shop~” he smiled tilting his head, ponytail bouncing against his high cheek bones.
Mizus cheeks burned slightly, his stomach felt hollowed out. “I would like to order the Valentine Special this time..” he spoke this resolutely even as he tilted his hat to cover his burning cheeks.
Masakis eyes widened as he stared shocked. Now his cheeks simmered with a heated blush. Mizu never ordered anything but drinks! And so Masaki couldn’t ever before feed his love a tangible version of his adoration! He had to deal with feeding him the simple drinks that tasted putrid in return to his more inhumane menu.
Masaki’s eyes glinted with a simple glaring madness. The green of his eye darkened as his stomach swooped with his nauseating sick desire for Mizu. Only she had ever fed his desire like this. He wanted to eat him whole. He wanted to show his love the only correct way to ever show someone you desire them carnally, romantically.
Masaki wasn’t picky and finally he could make Mizu feel true love! Not that pathetic shallow love Mizu tended to shower the few girls who he brought around here with.
Nor the way Mizu did small peeks at Masaki. Whenever Masaki was surrounded by women, men. A jealous burn that simmered in Mizus eyes like hot coals, it was always rather quickly snuffed out. Or rather what Masaki wanted to know was could he flame Mizus desire further? With carnal love?
Masaki schooled his face noticing how Mizu peeked at the menu trying not to look at him.
“Of course this isn’t your usual order, but I promise I’ll get it out right away”
Masaki promised as he turned on his foot and strode out.
“Thank you Masaki, I’m on a long break today don’t rush.” Mizu called hoping the long gone man could hear him. Fuck was he embarrassing himself? Was his terrible crush on Masaki so obvious? He hoped the man wasn’t turned off because he changed his order. Mizu was a creature of habit and when he wasn’t following his strict rules, he felt gross.
Masaki could squeal in excitement as he strolled over to the freezer. Throwing it open he passed by frozen bodies of many fortunate people. One of them was going to feed his darling Mizu. He hummed tapping his chin, his gaze slowly traveled alongside the frozen rib racks, and frozen eyeballs clumped together like frozen peas.
Until his eyes stopped onto a lulled head. That had pretty persimmon curls slightly frosted over, oddly colored like his hair. He felt his teeth widening his pinking cheeks.
“Aw kissing Mizu before me, was it fun~?” He teased patting her head conversationally, as he poked alongside her naked thighs. “Did he tease delicious?” He asked humming a merry tune as he quickly whipped a carving knife from his apron and started tearing chunks away from her meaty thighs.
His eye twitched, “did you enjoy it, touching what’s mine? Well too bad because now you’ll be the food in my lover boys stomach~.”
Masaki felt a great satisfaction carving this woman up. As he strolled happily into the kitchen, the freezer door swinging silently.
He softly runs fingers through the bread options. Sourdough crumbs, whole bread, all crumbled and crispy to perfection.
He lovingly rolled the meat softly into the bread crumbs watching as the woman meat was buried. He itched to lay eyes on Mizu, to curl his fingers into curly hair. Watching as his vein of life thumped. Tracing a barely restrained finger down the vein. One simple notion would end all of it here.
Masaki shifts enjoying his very covering apron. Wouldn’t do to scare the man away with an obvious show of love. Not yet.
He leaves the meat to cook as he turns walking swiftly to the fridge, the few steps being swallowed swiftly away over the tiled floor. He almost forgot the drink!
He dragged out a simple pitcher of tomato juice. Or that Masaki had labeled it as. He grabs the cream and milk and blood.
He hums as he whisks the cream into beautiful peaks. He grabbed a box of strawberrries and finely chopped them up, into a fine chow.
Watching the white tinted by the consuming red. Making the strawberry drink sweet and tangy.
He sighs as he imagines those perfect lips wrapped around the rim. Drinking the Impure woman down. Making her pure once again in his suit glad body.
He leaves the meat slow cooking in the sizzling pan. Bringing the drink down the hall to the closed doors.
“I’m coming in with the drink.” He called in as he slid the door open. Mizu slightly jerked away settling his hands so quickly back onto the table, even Masaki quick eyes didn’t know what Mizu was doing. But he wanted to. More than anything he wanted everything.
Mizu stared upwards his calm face not belaying his feelings. But barely beneath the surface though his eyelid twitched and his lip twitched.
Masaki’s eyes narrowed as he leaned down setting the drink down with a loud clunk.
He had a feeling Mizu had an ulterior motive for coming here today. He smiles but it ‘s sharper than before.
Mizu stares back lifting an eyebrow in questioning. His gaze seems to zero in on a particular spot. Tilting his eyes from side to side. Face to face with Masaki, he zeroes in on the reddish smudge across the side of his pale jaw.
Mizu knows that must be blood, he was cooking meat for him earlier. Masaki just stares into his soul. He licks his thumb pad, he goes to wipe it. And Masaki blinks in surprise. He steps backwards as Mizu arm falls.
“Mizu if you’re unhappy with my survice, I can gladly leave the room?”
He says acting all sad as he lowers his eyes.
He doesn’t care why Mizu is here, he wants to feed him. But dishonestly isn’t a lovely flavor on him.
He bows smiling softly and leaves. He will feed him. No mater the reason he won’t waste time.
Mizu groans clutching his head. How could he fuck that up!? He had been panicky trying to trace his cock through his uniform pants. Hoping Masaki wouldn’t appear as he desperately tried to calm down.
He couldn’t imagine his best friend in such ludicrous positions. He should be ashamed and yet his hard on wasn’t calming down and Masaki looked sad as he left.
Mizu started tensing his leg repeatedly, he could blood rushing to his leg. The boner wasn’t home after a minute but it worked enough to deflate it slightly. Which was a viscous cycle as he thought constantly of Masaki.
He stood pacing, he needed to find Masaki. He had been gone for quite a while.
He slid the door open and stepped out, he looked left to the hallway leading to the kitchen versus the right way to the open sitting room.
Mizu knew he still had a meal coming and he had a bad feeling. Masaki normally leaned into anything Mizu did. As he rarely initiated anything. But Mizu he didn’t deserve anything Masaki did. He had made a mistake as a child to admire Masaki. He continued stepping towards the kitchen.
Nothing happened as he metered the red wallpapered kitchen and pink tiled floor.
No Masaki nothing only the slightly opened freezer. The musical chime of faint Mozart played in the background. He nodded to himself. Surely Masaki was in the freezer right?
He edged his fingers into the wedge of the door and the inside of the freezer. And pulled stepping back with the effort to tug it open.
He stepped in immediately gazing side to side face to face with frozen hanging meat. He didn’t dare speak something about this freezer felt. The freezer was large with ice covering everything and rows and rows of hanging meat creating a maze.
Each hanging hunk of meat spoke of not a single out of date or freezer burnt. The intricate care was admirable. He squirmed turning desperately to not imagine the muscle in Misakis arm stretching and flexing as he hangs the neat haunches.
He steps further in leaving down shivering slightly as he does so. He leans down crouching as his leather boots crunch the ice below him.
A frozen chunk of something bloody lays on the floor. He frowns reaching for it when he hears an ominous click. Every hair raises on his body. A shiver runs down his spine as he turns his head. Meeting the eyes of an angry Masaki. The green glared coldly at Mizu. He stared into the green like a deep dark forest. Staring frantically in the shadows hoping to see the predator stalking you.
Mizu hadn’t ever seen this expression. It wasn’t anything like his Masaki? His? When had he begun to think Masaki was what he wanted?
Masaki tilted his head nervously his eye narrowing into slits. “Mizu what are you doing.” It wasn’t stated as a question not with the way his eyes lingered on Mizus hand. The hand right above the bloody frozen gore. He flexed his hand staring right back. His blue eyes glimmered as his lips drew into a firm line.
“Masaki I’m-“ he pauses his lips won’t fork the words as a slow grin grows on Masakis face.
He grasped hands with Mizu as he lifted him up Mizu followed dutifully. Masaki linked his hands with Mizus gloved hand.
Mizus face broke out into a bright blush the pink lighting up his cheeks. He stared at the hands frozen as Masaki flipped him towards him. Without him even noticing Masaki was face to face with him. He was pined against the only bare spot with hanging meat on each side.
“Mizu~ were you looking for me?~”
Masaki cooed running his spare hand down the other’s chest.
Mizu blinked not able to tear his gaze from the hand intertwined with his right gloved hand. “I was worried I offended you….”
He spoke lowly internally screaming at himself.
He was hated by Masaki for invading his privacy wasn’t he! But his police Instincts were going off.
Masaki hummed as some light grew in his eyes. “Aww that’s very sweet Mizu but seeing that well, has made me realize something.” He continued trailing his free hand down lower to his belly.
Mizu was petrified as he started to step away. lest his terrible desire was revealed.
Masaki with a soft push, shoved him backwards right into the same spot.
“See I’ve been thinking, I love you Mizu and seeing you here surrounded in my favorite place, I think this is perfect.”
He doesn’t say why it’s perfect but Mizu wouldn’t hear it. He is frozen hearing the words I love you. A great pit of fear grows in him even as he can feel himself growing harder.
A low groan leaves his lungs as Masaki grows hungry. A hand is there squeezing his cock through his pants.
He jerks keening slightly, a low laugh leaves Masaki as he stares, a mad glow in his eyes. A slow grind against his thigh brings a heat to his loins. He lets out a groan, as he blinks blurry eyed.
Masaki fingers adeptly unbutton the others shirt. A shudder as every muscle tenses from the cold penetrating his thick now opened suit.
“W-wait Masaki why?” Mizu stuttered his calm facade cracking.
Masaki smiled. “Love is such a silly thing, it can bloom from a simple compliment to a desire to know what their lover tastes like, right?”
He shudders, why does he arch into the touch. Why does he cry out for the touch.
As his shirt slides slowly down, Masaki starts kissing his way down the base of his neck.
The hot kisses pressed firmly against with a stern edge to it, almost bruising. The officer coat clangs into the floor being promptly kicked away by both their feet.
He grasps at the man behind him hands scrabbling as he heaves blinking blurry eyes.
Maasai softly tsks shifting his hips forward, letting Mizu barely grab a hold on the apron. Mizu lets out a heavy pant, his left arm quivering against the freezer wall. It threatens to buckle beneath him.
Masaki hand dips below Mizus pants, fingers brushing against his smooth navel.
His fingers catching in the v-line dip. Masaki scratches a finger across the sensitive skin and Mizu legs quivers like fragile sugar.
Masaki groans grinding harder against Mizus ass.
The friction is a heatwave wafting over Masaki as he feels like he is burning alive by only grinding against officer sexy. As perspiration beads against him rolling down his feminine cheekbones, he slides his body down Mizus back dragging his face slowly down.
Mizu startles feeling the smooth decline. He throws his head back. The air grows foggy with his hot breath. Mizu grumbles at the loss of apron in his hands.
Masaki giggles as he watches Mizu shiver in to the cold air.
He reaches a hand around and finally smoothly unbuckles the belt with a deafening click. “W-what are you doing? nghh~” Mizu barely gets the words out over his bitten lips, starting to tinge blue at the crinkled corners.
Masaki trails a cold tongue slowly up the chiseled back. Filling the curve of his spine. The pants are slid off, and Masaki pupils narrow into tiny slits. He strokes the cock beneath his hands.
He can feel the warmth radiating from the cock. “Your being such a good boy for me Mizu-Chan~” man that police man was cute, and so scrumptious~.
He whispers a hand trailing up the leg to beneath the boxers to those plump cheeks.
He pushes a finger through finding the pulsing hole. “Hungry for me too aren’t you, I’m going to devour you up~” he purred enjoying the way Mizu held back whimpers.
And with a final caress across the quivering muscle. Masaki pulled the practically holy finger back right up to his mouth. He trailed his pointer finger slowly back and forth across his pale pink lips. His cheeks were cherry red flames, hot to the touch.
He stared enamored with all the patience he could muster, he licked his fingers slowly wrapping his tongue around. Sliding up and down the wet sensation on his tongue, saliva soaking his fingers.
He whoreishly sucked his own fingers down, like they were covered in succulent honey. They might as well have been with how much Misaki enjoyed it.
Pressing it down against his palate. He choked slightly, his eyes a dreamy mess.
With his free hand he continued stroking Mizus juicy asscheek.
After a minute Masaki wanted to do more, no he lecherous eyes the hole again. With a pop he pulled his fingers out.
Masaki he traced the hole with his saliva covered digits. He poked a fingertip barely inside, enjoying Mizus near silent gasp, as he gently and a little impatiently shoved two fingers into the hole right away, flexing them upwards feeling the wet walls. Mizus gasped louder as the wet sensation. Masaki eyes curved into crescents with lust. Oh how he would make him scream.
Mizus garbled scream didn’t even make it past the freezer doors. He writhed back arching, hands scrabbling in the air. His hands met nothing but air.
Until Mizus left hand found Masakis hair, he grabbed at it like it was a lifeline. With a sob through brimming eyes. He rocked his hips into the freezing wall.
His cock leaped at the contrasting temperature. It weeped heavily with precum. Pure will keeping him from coming at the foreign feeling in his ass.
Masaki flexed his fingers searching alongside his inner walls. Mizu writhed and with each twist the muscles in his back was shifting like a thick snake all over his back.
Masaki had tried this on himself plenty but with a list clouded mind. He was left with a single driving goal. Make Mizu his, make him cum!
He scissored his fingers back and forth stretching the other man out. The slow drag inside the other, made him grind against empty air.
Masaki smile opened far too wide, his sharp teeth marking him exactly what all people feared. But Mizu was currently thrusting his sculpted ass backwards grinding in a jerky motion back into the fingers, of that predatory cannibal man!
Masaki pulls his fingers out standing up slowly. Mizu is oddly silent as Masaki lets his hard underweared cock drag through the ass cheeks. Sliding off his slacks fully stepping out of them, even leaving his boxers behind to stand proud and erect in the cold. Still pressed up against Mizu~.
“Feel that Mizu-Chan~ I want you bad so so bad, but do you want me?” He teases playing it cool. He feels the hesitation practically built into this man but then a jerky nod sends him confirmation for his next goal.
He grabs his throbbing cock hissing at the warmth of his hand. With a free hand ever so slightly pulling the cheeks apart.
Masaki enters his prey entrapping this man in his web of obsession permanently.
The immediate warmth has Masaki grabbing with nails into the hips before him.
He groans a breathy sounding like a wearily person that has come home to rest. Well more like home to his cock!
Because there was no way he was leaving this ass alone ever again! The clenching down tightly has Masaki clenched as his gives the virgin time to settle.
He hasn’t ever gotten the chance to connect this deeply ever! Everyone else has been frauds, big ole fakes! Not worthy to even do anything but fill his belly. Simple as that none of them could compare to the man trying his best to not cum.
Mizu is clearly struggling but the muffled pained groans don’t stop Masaki for long. The warm walls become him to continue as finally he moves. The short sympathy he had for Mizu being a virgin and all. Quickly disappeared before his violent tendencies.
He snapped his hips quickly grinding it deeper as leans forward admiring the smooth milky skin. Atleast before Masakis teeth had latched intensely onto the shoulder, he gnashed his teeth not daring to break skin, yet..
Just the feeling of having the object of his admiration below his jaws. Made him feel like his jaw aches to tear into the sweet succulent flesh. Oh how he would fuck the man through the pain. Oh he would! But maybe he loved him too much to do so.
Atleast not yet~
Mizu couldn’t mind was a whirring of memories desired and-. OH! Fuck that felt mind melting as the strangely comforting weight of the cock inside him started to monstrously ravage his insides. The think thunk of the cock not even fully in. Had tears of pleasure in the stoic man’s eyes.
The bruising hold on the hips was used to drag his arms from the walls, and straight onto the cock! Masaki was fully manhandling the man backwards onto the shaft.
Forward and backwards Mizus mind was blank except for the singular thought of how fucking amazing being a cock sleeve was. Being bounced onto the dick his head lolled back. His prostate was being hammered with all of the mercy of a serial killer. Drool escaped the sides of his lips painting a glossy hot mess.
Masaki bit down and Mizu vision blank going fully black, the head brushed barely against the wall as he came. Untouched which grew a special shame inside the man. Spraying his upper belly with cum. A few droplets hit the wall already starting to freeze. As man sucked at the barely beading blood, enjoying the metallic taste.
With cum worthy moans escaping past his clasped lips.
As overstimulation quickly grew in Mizu he expected everything to wrap up but instead.
Turns out Masaki had an inch or two more left. Because he fully seated himself into the man. And went ham he pounded the other other man so hard, his balls were like heavy Weights against lower cheeks. Pushing a heavier worthy with every thrust.
Tears of overstimulation provoked his eyes to open, but the other man hadn’t cum yet and he had..
And this was so sudden where was the condoms. With what caught his scattered thoughts from the glimmer of post orgasim bliss. Was in fact the persimmon color peeking in the corner of his vision.
With a blink Mizu stared wide eyed the bliss quickly leaving him, making his freezing body even more rigid was the barest glimpse of a human corpse.
The painted nails of Masaki filled his eyes as he gasped sudden short of air.
“Beautiful isn’t it, Mizu darling that cunt is lying there watching us while I’m making love to you. I dearly hope she’s enjoying the show~”
And it’s as he forces Mizus to gaze out of the corner of his eye. That Mizu is staring at that whore! That he sees what Masaki did and he is still staring that through the other man’s muted overstimulation that he bombed him g spot. That made the man attempt to flyer his gaze away. That he finally came into Mizu.
He kept himself there through his own overstimulation basking in sharing his whole life with the man seated firmly and forever on his cock.
He hopes he won’t have to kill him after this. That would ruin Masaki. He wouldn’t go through that again. No matter how tasty love is, it always tastes bitter when it ends.
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