It’s when the days grow shorter and the nights colder that Takumi taps into something primal, something supposedly long gone in the face of a modern era. It’s a simple need to survive pushed beyond its boundaries, a mockery of what some animals truly need to survive, something Takumi only does out of choice.
Gods he can eat, Leo thinks to himself, watching the veritable monster he’s created before him. In the years following their departure from college and settling into the real and very scary (boring) world of adulthood, Leo has been a little more than surprised their relationship has remained so sturdy. Maybe it’s this shared sexual deviancy that binds them close, a fear that no other person could possibly understand how, pardon the pun, feeding this need could feel.
“Another,” Takumi muttered, fist covering his mouth as he burped. It was a brusk order, one Leo typically wouldn’t have listened to had they not set up a rhythm together in all those months previous.
Leo slices another piece of the chocolate pie, taking his time to plate the dessert and all the while watching Takumi from the corner of his eye. The anticipation, the greed, the simple gluttony of eating a piece or two too many all sat in Takumi’s eyes, vaguely hidden on his face but screaming oh so loud to Leo. He’s seen this look before, one of betrayed coolness, as Takumi tries his damndest to appear aloof in the face of pleasing himself. It may work at dinner parties and family gatherings, but Leo knows Takumi all too well.
“Let me know when you’re ready for more,” Leo hummed, sliding the plate back towards Takumi and watching carefully. The contents of his latest binge sat like the skeletons of a hunter, neatly picked clean and awaiting their inevitable return to the soil. An empty box with strawberry tops, the crumpled bag of donuts Leo had been hoping would make it to breakfast and one empty pie tin already gone, Leo glanced back at the current prey of his dear boyfriend and wondered its chances of surviving the night.
“Another,” Takumi already pushed the plate back, leaning back some in his chair. His ability to eat had always far surpassed what his body gave away, but Leo supposed growing up with an athlete’s metabolism made it easier to binge.
“Gods, already?” Leo allowed himself to slip out, noting the blush forming on Takumi’s cheeks, “there won’t be anything left if you keep at this pace.”
“Isn’t that the-” Takumi paused to allow a burp again, “the point? Don’t argue with me, just keep feeding me.” Leo shrugged, doing the best he could himself to not simply pounce on Takumi in this moment. Tie him to the chair, force him to finish this pie whether he liked it or not- no, tonight was not one of those nights. They had their place and were certainly Leo’s favorites, but watching Takumi stuff himself all his own like a bear preparing for hibernation was always a close second
