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truly-morgan · 24 days ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 7: [Foodplay] | B̷i̷m̷b̷o̷f̷i̷c̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n | ̷D̷u̷b̷c̷o̷n

Onizuka/Kikuchi Great Teach Onizuka

Kikuchi visits Onizuka to decompress from university a little. Once again, Onizuka suggests doing something that seems a little out there to do with him.

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From time to time, even Kikuchi needed a little something to let some steam off from university. Not that he struggled with the material, homework, and projects given to him, but that didn’t cause stress to him. But after adding some courses and working part-time at the same time to have more money on the side, it was getting to him a little.

He might have overestimated what was physically possible for him.

So a little trip to see his old homeroom teacher was all he really needed. No need to be the top-ranking student in all his classes, no need to think about due dates, work shifts or anything specifically. All he needed was to focus on Onizuka’s latest wild idea.

He wondered if maybe he should have talked him out of this new one.

The man had mentioned wanting to try out nyotaimori more than once as they talked about what to eat for dinner. Maybe he should have been more suspicious when he did end up ordering a lot of sushi for them to eat. Kikuchi was smart, but being smart didn’t mean he always made the smartest of choices when with Onizuka.

The table had felt rather cold against his skin when he first laid down.

Thankfully the older man had pulled a towel to place under him, using another to place under his head, making it more comfortable. The young man was wondering how he had managed to get pulled into this strange situation. He wasn’t sure if he felt too exposed, embarrassed or a strange third option he’d rather not think about.

A not-so-subtle crush he totally didn’t have was likely not helping him out.

“You make for a great table, Kikuchi” Onizuka chuckled, picking sushi off of his stomach with his chopstick. “Which one would you like?” he asked, turning to look at him, “They all look rather delicious to me” he added while taking a swing from his beer.

“Whichever has shrimp,” Kikuchi replied, looking down slightly only to look back at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to see what he looked like. It felt strange looking down at himself only to see rows of sushi on him. He had taken a shower before allowing the older man to start, he would surely need another one once it was over.

They continued like this for a while, Onizuka drinking and eating off of him, feeding him too so he wouldn’t go hungry. It truly felt like a strange situation, although the older man’s rambling about the latest crazy event happening at school helped with it.

Then, as there wasn’t really much left on him, Kikuchi was surprised when he felt something pull at one of his nipples, making open his eyes again to look. He found a drunk Onizuka grinning back at him, using his chopsticks to tease him. “I found something else that seems delicious~” he hummed, never stopping as the little bud grew harder.

“Onizuka” he called out, before making a strangled noise as he started doing the same for the other nipple, finger replacing the chopsticks. He wanted to sit up, but the hand suddenly flattened over his sternum, keeping him down.

“Now now~, we shouldn’t waste the expensive sushi we got” Onizuka sing-sang, running the chopstick over his skin as he made his way to the little that was left. Kikuchi wanted to point out these weren’t really expensive, but maybe it was for the man.

So he tried staying quiet as the blond finished eating the sushi, his free hand still teasing him. He was wondering if the man was toying with him or if his drunken mind thought it was alright to do any of this.

He felt relieved when he was finally done, sitting up despite Onizuka booing a little bit. He decided to ignore the heat it had stirred inside his gut. The was never any winning with the man, whatever he did always got him feeling strange inside, even after meeting so many people at university he hadn’t really felt like this.

“Hey Kikuchi~” Onizuka hummed as he suddenly invaded his space, placing himself between his legs where he was sitting on the table. This had the young man pull back a little, not expecting him to do this as he was lost in mind a little.

“Yes?” he asked, feeling like this meant he had more stored up for him.

“There’s actually something else I would like to try, will you help me out?” he asked him with a grin. The young man looked at him for a moment, wondering just what he could have in mind. “You can wash your torso a little while I get it prepared~” the man stated, getting up to go to the kitchen.

He did as told, leaving for the bathroom so he could at least wipe his torso clean. As he came back he was about to put his shirt back on, only to see Onizuka warming up some sake.

He couldn’t…

“All cleaned up, Kikuchi?” Onizuka asked, word slurring a little bit. He waved him to come closer, pulling the bottle of sake out of the water he had been using to heat it up. “Would you be nice and sit on the table for me again~ I would like to try wakamezake~” he asked, which had Kikuchi frowning a little.

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea” Kikuchi sighed, feeling like this time it would end in a mess. He had never done anything like this before and would rather not have to clean everything up if anything happened. Also, he wasn’t quite sure he trusted his body not to betray him.

“Come on~” Onizuka hummed, coming into his space once again. “I’m sure you’ll also be enjoying it too, I’ll make sure of it”.

Kikuchi wasn’t quite sure what the man meant by this.

But something in him felt like he couldn’t argue any more about this, both curious and a little excited.

After a little moment to think about it again, he sighed, walking up to the table again to sit on the edge of it. He extended his hand, expecting the older man to give him the bottle. He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about letting his curiosity win over what felt more right to do. That was worries for tomorrow though.

This wasn’t really the thing Kikuchi usually watched, but he had a good idea of what this was supposed to be like. He felt like Onizuka was lucky he had cleaned up properly in the shower he took before their dinner. He should be able to make it all work out without issue. Plus, he knew this would surely please the older man and get him to settle down a little for the night.

He made sure to close his legs as much as possible, keeping his knee angle upward so it wouldn’t flow to the ground. He looked at the bottle for a second, wondering what he should do next. He figure that if he were to do this, he might as well make it look good to and put on a show.

So he leaned back a little, throwing a look towards the blond who now kneeled in front of him, offering him a little smile. He then looked back down at himself, slowly letting the warm sake run down his body, going down to gather between his legs. It felt strange feeling it run down his body, his cock now soaking in it.

Thankfully he didn’t make any flow down the wrong path.

He was so focused he nearly forgot Onizuka was supposed to do something about all of this. He nearly jumped when he saw him so close again, head already dipping down. He couldn’t help the way his face warmed up as he felt him sipping the sake towards the middle of his thigh, making his way up.

His breath hitched when he felt his tongue lick the little that was left, teasing him even.

As the amount of sake went down, Kikuchi figured he could allow more to gather between his legs, watching as the man kept drinking everything that was given. It made him focus on this rather than just how close he was to his cock, the treacherous part twitching in interest as the man was so close.

His free hand suddenly shot to the man’s head, grabbing onto his hair a little as he felt him lick a strip up his half-hard cock. “O-Onizuka!” he called out, unable to say any more as the man looked back up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Hm~” he hummed, a lazy smirk on his lips. “I said I would make it good for you, didn’t I? Plus, you seem to quite like this” he points out. Kikuchi felt his hands settle on the side of his thigh, holding onto him firmly, not allowing him to try and run away.

His hands felt a little shaky as the older man finished drinking the little that was left between his legs. Soon his attention turned elsewhere, licking him more properly than the little kitten lick he had been doing until now. He was even leaving kisses up his length, getting Kikuchi more aroused by the second.

Something inside the young man told him he should probably stop this situation, but he also felt too aroused and excited. His movements were clumsy and inexperienced, but he still made it feel good, never letting up and doing his best. He could nearly call it cute even, how much he was trying.

It kind of showed Onizuka had never done this before.

But again, it wasn’t like Kikuchi himself had all that much more experience either.

He couldn’t quite bite back the moan that escaped him when Onizuka suddenly took him in his mouth. It felt really warm, tongue working the underside of his sensitive cock. He was a little surprised by just how far Onizuka could take him, wondering where the man could have learned to do this. Unless maybe he just had no gag reflex.

The idea made him feel even more heated, wondering just how far the man could take him.

But he decided not to do anything, hand simply holding blond strands to keep him grounded as best as he could. He decided to simply enjoy the sloppy blowjob, legs parting to leave more space for the man to settle between his legs. He felt like he was growing dangerously close to the edge (embarrassingly) really quick.

“Onizuka, wait” he tried warning him, doubling over a little as his legs closed around the large body between them. “Come on, I-I’m so close” he mumbled out, gasping as instead the man only kept going even harder than before. And no amount of trying to weakly push him would really get him off.

Before long he came, filling up the older man’s mouth.

Kikuchi felt a little embarrassed at the sound he made when he came, eyes screwing shut tightly. His body felt tense, closing in around Onizuka and trapping him close to him, fingers holding onto whatever they could.

When he finally relaxed a little the older man pulled away, making a face. “Didn’t taste very good” Onizuka stated, taking the sake bottle that had been abandoned on the side of the table to take a swing.

“I tried warning you” Kikuchi sighed, watching as the man started to slowly leaning forward.

“But I wanted to know how you tasted” the man slurred, eyes slowly blinking with difficulty. Because Kikuchi knew it the man fell into his laps, making him jump a little bit, having not expected that.

Then he heard snoring.

“Is he for real…” the young man sighed. Just how much had Onizuka drank that night for him to pass out like this. There were many beer cans littering the ground and he had drunk nearly half the sake bottle by himself, it was probably not that surprising once he thought about it.

With another deep sigh, he pushed the man to kneel upright again, doing his best to drag him to the futon. The young man wasn’t sure if the little drinking he did made him feel a little clumsy or if it was just that difficult to move an unconscious person. Maybe Onizuka was just heavy too.

After that was done he stretched himself out on the way to the bathroom, deciding that a good shower was needed. He felt a little gross now that the sake had dried on him. Plus it wasn’t like he had thoroughly washed earlier.

He decided to make it quick, feeling rather tired himself.

He decided that, with the time it currently was, he should be staying over. it wasn’t like the older man would mind him crashing over for the night, especially after what he did. He felt like it was only fair.

It was only fair that Kikuchi stole one of his shirts, fishing it out of his empty-looking drawer. At least it smelled clean. With an oversized t-shirt and his boxers, he closed the light before also crashing into the futon.

He deserved to sleep on it too after all this. And well, if he enjoyed the proximity with the older man and how he threw his arm over his waist, no one but him needed to know.

#short story #Great Teacher Onizuka #Onizuka/Kikuchi #food plai #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #nsft #aged up #Nyotaimori #Wakamezake #writing challenge #2k - 3k words

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uziegonyc · 1 year ago

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CHEETAH TYCOON

UZIEGO

CHEETAH TYCOONS’ SUSHI STEAKHOUSE MEMORIAL MIXTAPE PART ONE

Reimagining the mythic dream that led to the iconic eatery’s rise and ultimate demise.

RYU TAKEUCHI was a REBEL. Growing up in a small home in SAITAMA prefecture.

His parents did their level best to keep him occupied, but RYU was wild from his first breaths.

As a young man he moved to BROOKLYN and took up work as a cook at his brother-in law’s hibachi restaurant. It was hard work but it occupied his mind. It drained him of his mischievous juices. It left him empty to sleep and dream.

It was in these reverie spaces where he saw it. A vision. A dream that every immigrant carries. To build something that you put your name on and leave as a legacy. To work on one's own terms, answering to none.

What he saw was something most profound…

In the VISION that RYU saw, deep in the recesses of his subconscious was something that no man had dared to dream off.. He saw a palatial sushi, steakhouse and hibachi that would be NYC’s only destination featuring the taboo and all but lost art of eating sushi off people. In his place the customer would be king. The staff would avow themselves of the morays that bind normal humans in a pitiful cage of fear. His people would require lion size passion and hearts brave enough to allow strangers to feast upon succulent cuts of HAMACHI, YELLOWFIN and mighty dollops of UNI, flown direct from the TSUKIJI FISH MARKET in TOKYO.

Cost would be no consideration. If a high roller should turn up he’d send one of lackeys to fetch all the fixings from KLAUS in the BRONX.. a 10 k seafood tower with all the ambitious trimmings of STURGEON CAVIAR from IRAN, massive u2 PRAWNS the size of sweet LOBSTERS from the SEA OF CORTEZ and freshly picked WELLFEET OYSTERS all sourced from SAMEER on GRAND ST. Not even the most outlandish request would be turned away. If a sultan required a pet goat, chimp and baby elephant as accouterments to a HUMAN SUSHI POO POO PLATTER, then a mere claps of the SULTAN’S mitts would trigger a CODE RED and all the employees rush into motion to frantically accommodate him.

The all but lost art of NYOTAIMORI began when a monk was tasked with serving a cruel and merciless lorde who had beheaded his predecessor for a lack of ambition in his presentations at his lavish feasts… despite mastering so many components of technique and flavor he knew his mentor hadn’t died in vein…

Being a EUNUCH and devoted master, the MONK (who’s real name has vanished into the quicksand quagmire of timer) had the steady hands to gently place the delicate cuts of fish upon supple flesh to be wheeled before him on an ornate BAMBOO GIRODON’…

RYU woke up in a panic. His heart pounded in his ears and the daylight blinded his eyes.The honking and banging of garbage trucks on WOODRUFF Ave always startled him awake every morning regardless. He grasped desperately for anything he could find so as to jot down this vision. The only thing his digits touched was an old newspaper and a paperclip.

He recklessly thrust the straightened paper clip into his bare thigh like an ink quill and began frantically writing every piece of his dream he could recall in his own blood on the newspaper… Years later that very newspaper would be hermetically sealed and mounted in his office over the door.

Once he ran out of newspaper and his plastically sticky fingers couldn’t bear to clutch the scant bit of metal any longer he stopped… Reaching for the handle of VODKA next to his pillow and his waste bucket, he filled his cheeks like a chipmunk with the triple distilled swill and sprayed the contents all over his festering wound….

After bathing and dressing his wound he rushed out of his home as was already late for work. For the next decade he worked tirelessly saving every penny. When he had saved $250,000 he called his uncle and asked for a meeting with KAIJU, the ultimate boss of bosses in his world.

The plan was brutally simple. He would present his savings and plan before KAIJU and he would take the money, multiply it ten fold and become partners OR KAIJU would slit his throat out of disgust for the audacity shown in even approaching him. As such.

He went to the barber and had a shave before putting on his most serious formal attire. As he marched to the gate of the compound with his life’s savings in one hand and his balls in the other he pressed the bell that summoned the butler…

The door opened and he was escorted through the grand residence and at last sat face to face with KAIJU.

KAIJU sat motionless staring at RYU in a neutral position. RYU bowed deeply before the crime lorde. After slowly raising his crown and locking eyes, his hands reached for the suitcase that opened and placed directly before KAIJU.

KAIJU removed the tattered bloody newspaper with two fingers and held it high above his head. His disgust and amazement painted upon his face were profound…

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS?!

KAIJU (proclaimed in JAPANESE)

IT’S MY DREAM LORDE KAIJU. I DREAMT OF A GLORIOUS EATERY THAT WOULD BOLDLY GO WHERE NONE DARE TOO. WE WILL WARM OURSELVES ON COLD NIGHTS TOSSING BUNDLES OF 100’s AS DON PABO ONCE DID WITH BOUNTIFUL BOOTY WE SHALL PLUNDER…

RYU most humbly stated this in a bellowing, confident tone. He kept his head down on the floor, kneeling after making the statement to show utter submission, and to receive his blessing or the steel that would remove his head from his shoulders…

KAIJU bowed his head as well to ponder the bloody newspaper, suitcase full of money and the prospect that he could be a partner in the flagship NYOTAIMORI empire he too had shared since childhood in silence. He too had hit his head very hard. He suffered from brutal cluster headaches. The only reprieve from his pain was demanding his wet nurse strip so he could enjoy his meals utilizing her as a human plate…

JŌSHŌ!!!!! (RISE in NIHONGO)

KAIJU screamed in a death cry.

Both men gasped and pounded to their feet in a singular grunting motion. They stood huffing and puffing, attempting to pull to the oxygen inward to command the response that would follow…

RYU SAN!!!! I WILL PARTNER WITH YOU. I BELIEVE YOUR VISION IS CLEAR AND YOUR HEART IS PURE!!

RYU replied in a deafening roar with his eyes averted to the floor.

YOU HONOR ME BEYOND WORKS LORDE KAIJU! PLEASE ACCEPT THIS GOAT AS A SIGN OF MY SINCERITY AND GRATITUDE.

With that, RYU’s cousin walked into the room as he’d procured the GOAT in anticipation of this going to plan and the plasma in RYU’s person not painting KAIJU’s palatial office like a DNA FIRE HYDRANT that had been pulled open full bore…

RYU again bowed his head deeply as TACHI placed the GOAT before KAIJU and stepped to RYU’s side, bowing as well so as not to make ANY eye contact with KAIJU.

KAIJU clapped his hands very loudly and several servants rushed in with a large platter of COCAINE and a pillow that gently cradled his HANZO STEEL.

He leaned in and took a KARIBUTO like hork from the COLUMBIAN MARCHING MOJO… The servant scurried to RYU and TACHI insisting on both hork as well.

KAIJU exhaled and thrust his robe to the floor, exposing his full body suit of tattoos and genitalia. Both men and the servants averted their eyes as KAIJU was known to still take heads for any action that could sully his ritual of partnership.

He grumbled in a tone that sounded less like words and more akin to monks praying in semi-throat vibration. His eyes clamped shut as he clutched the KITANA, naked, panting, sweat gushing from every pore….

NYOTAIMORI!!!!! FORWARD TO GLORY

KAIJU lifted the blade from his draw stance above his head and let out a furious roar, casting the KITANA’s edge in a crescent, cleaning and decapitating the GOAT in one stroke… The clean, whizz of the blade through the flesh and fur resonated roughly 2300 KHZ per second, nearly splitting the ear drums of everyone in the room.

The GOAT’s lower half flopped to the floor and dowsed the floor in the remaining liquid it held…

The pitch had ended well and RYU would have 2.5 million to build his opulent palace of excess and NYOTAIMORI SAVAGERY…

On opening night KAIJU appeared with his pet KIMOTO dragon on the red carpet. Stepping out of a stretch ROLLS, with 5 companions. A separate ECONOLINE van pulled behind the limo and followed KAIJU and his harem, throwing tiny chickens at BORIS (THE OBESE KOMODO DRAGON KAIJU LOVED LIKE A SON, WHO WOULD GLADLY EAT HIM…). This was imperative as BORIS was known to get mean in public settings and bite folks… He hadn’t eaten ANYONE unless he was taken to the subterranean pool where KAIJU would host DOG and COCK fights. This was also were BORIS was allowed have a nibble of some screaming wiggling piggies before longingly looking at KAIJU for approval to Perry north and enjoy the tasty SLIM JIM THAT BEEN JIN as it had already been a long day and BORIS was always rather hungry…

KAIJU smiled and waved as the camera bulbs erupted causing BORIS to nip wildly around him at the feet of the screaming ladies… It was all they could do to smile and not scream as the camera shutters fluttered like locust wings in a plague. BORIS was pissed but his handler was KAIJU’s mentally challenged baby brother who’d raised BORIS since hatching to be obedient. A truly magic feat to tame a DRAGON in the modern world. Many would look at BORIS and JUNE walking around the compound and think many disrespectful thoughts of this drooling fool leading a deadly dragon on a leash.

It was beyond forbidden to speak to him or interact with him or BORIS in any manner. KAIJU was fiercely proud and protective of both. As JUNE led BORIS down the red carpet, KAIJU’s lackey’s threw baby chickens so as to lead BORIS on the red carpet and also busy his mouth. BORIS most eagerly slagged forward sucking in the little chirping chicks like a HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO on a 1000 LBS. chain.

Dragging a smiling person whose eyes gleamed as wide as the CHEETAH charging ahead and setting the pace of the pride. Storm clouds circle and the watering hole is many more miles still, but the charge forward continues unabated across the SERENGETI PLAIN.

FIN PART ONE

#savagesneversleep #nyc #uziego #nycwriter #brooklynwriter #cheetah #tychoon #NYOTAIMORI #toomuchinformationnetwork

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 5 months ago

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Ever since the Public School arc has started airing, I’ve read so many accounts wishing that Emerald Witch arc would not be far off as this is their fave arc. Now, I am curious if they have forgotten how curious Sieglinde “Siggy” Sullivan sexually is.

Will this be a huge topic contested by different factions accusing Yana T of so many things? Or will this be the arc that will finally nail the coffin?

Nyotaimori, Japanese culture and Kuroshitsuji

The Emerald Witch arc is peppered with sexual innuendoes that one of the phrases from the translation notes has caught my eye. I am talking about Nyotaimori, the Japanese art of being a naked female sushi model buffet plate. Nantaimori is the male equivalent. (Volume 20)

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The practise goes way back from the Edo Period. The food intertwines with the erotic in the geisha houses where a gentleman, a soldier, partook in a buffet and a female was serving as the platter. Armed with chopsticks, the participants marvelled at the body before them adorned with sushi and sashimi.

“… sake would be poured into sex worker's pubic region for drinking purposes. Fuelled by Japan's economic growth in the 1960s, this practice was further evolved by the onsen industry in the Ishikawa Prefecture where the erotic nature of nyotaimori was used as a advertising tactic by the hot spring resorts to attract male customers who were on company trips to the region.”

The Japanese consider this as an art and therefore one has to pass a certain requirement to be able to parade her/himself on the table. Centuries ago, the woman, who was to perform it “never met with men” except during the ceremony. Bound to celibacy, it was considered one of the basic qualities in their profession. Another thing would be, “she had to be attractive.” ( x )

The ceremony often lasted 5-6 hours and all the while (the) beauty was to remain silent and motionless. Add to this another couple of hours to prepare — the girls were carefully washed, shaved, anoint with oil and then "serve".

The practise lately has become an attraction for the gastronomy industry, especially for those who are seeking for something exotic and erotic. And so it has lost its meaning in Japan.

Is it demeaning to the person whose body is exhibited on the table? Like always, when traditions from Asia are brought to the West, the clash of cultures is inevitable. And oftentimes misunderstood. One Guardian writer scribed that it was beyond one’s depth.

I asked the women at my table what they thought of the evening. "Great," they chorused. "The food is lovely, the candles are beautiful and I love the atmosphere," said one. But what about the human plates? "I'd forgotten about them," she said, unconvincingly.

Not for the first time that evening, I wished I was outside in the freezing cold, shouting and waving a placard.

Another European journo, who experienced it as the sushi model, had surmised if you let strangers eat on your body, you sort of offering yourself to be crucified.

Japan has another brand of feminism that is different from the West. The society is patriarchal, conservative in spite of its technological advancements. There was a political skirmish early this year with a former Japanese prime minister, who was an Olympics official and known for his misogyny. According to him, women talk too much. They urged him to step down. He did but he’s still an honorary member of the committee.

Anyway, I am not begrudging Yana T for using an 11-year-old well-read genius girl to create a sexual tension throughout the chapter, I feel like this is one of those things we should give allowances to as it is a pure fiction. Many girls at that time didn’t even know what was happening to their bodies, never had access to information, and were treated inferior.

We might see glimpses of Yana’s alter ego Sebastian Michaelis commenting on feminism and the changing face of Japan, and it has started already with the recent chapter.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #yana toboso #emerald witch arc #sieglinde sullivan #siggy #just a reblog #nyotaimori #kuroshitsuji meta

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terrence-silver · 1 year ago

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Could we please have Terry body worshiping or just worshiping Beloved in general. Thanks :)

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Nyotaimori. (女体盛)

He observed the practice in Japan back in the 80's and beforehand too, as far back as the 70's, in Korea; From Onsens to corporate company afterparties behind closed doors he frequented in high end Tokyo afterhours before the turn of the millennia. The act of being on display and the nude form being used as an artistic canvas for serving food presented on sanitized leaves on sufficiently flat areas of the physique while the subject lay perfectly still, not interacting with any of the patrons under the strictest traditional decorum. It translated to body sushi. Nantaimori (男体盛り) its male equivalent. Terry hums in contentment at the etymology as he observes the fish rolls and seaweed covering your nipples, forming an immaculate pattern. A handful of supple fruit, berries and black grapes in the crevice where your tights touched, forming a v-shape. Bamboo leaves and rose petals covering your legs riddled with circles of lined up fresh fruit, a colorful mosaic of Julienned Daikon raddish and thinly cut stripes of salted Anago eel and yellow melons. A fragrant, tiny, softly cooked, partially caramelized peach in your mouth, balanced carefully between two lips, serving as a makeshift, edible gag in a room filled with lit candles and a red tinted hue. A single red cherry adorning your bellybutton like a shimmering ruby. He never allowed any of his chefs to arrange this. His waiting staff. No catering service under the sun he could pay for in The Valley and beyond. They never laid a hand on you. Never saw you like this. He did this, all of it, personally. Laying you down. Undressing you. Decorating you. Washing you beforehand, not missing a single nook or cranny on your skin.

Doing so for himself. By himself. For his eyes only. For his taste buds.

Terry was both the artist and the consumer tonight.

Chopsticks long since forgotten and entirely discarded, Terry deliberately chooses to proceed ahead with a silver fork at his own leisure as he's seated in front of his very own spread on a table that is both the place of dining and your bed and he eats, savoring the Shizoake and the spiced rice served on your thigh, a single tiny round ceramic dish of soy sauce to dip his rounds into on your knee. Was there ever a better plate? -"In 2005, China outlawed this. Can you believe it?"- Custom demands that he don't speak to you but he supposes he can't resist, even though he knows you can't and shouldn't respond, the peach in your mouth standing as hindrance. He has to chuckle into his own chin, amused at the anecdote he was about to regale. -"It never ceases to amaze me how some people just don't know how to live."- He proceeds, shaking his head with a smile, the tip of the fork carefully impaling itself on a handful of Sashimi, making contact with your skin enough to pinch as he places the bite into his mouth, chewing. Content. Watching your body still. He washes the residual food down with a quick shot of Whisky. -"Not like us."- He adds tenderly, looking at you even though your gaze was firmly pinned to the ceiling from the position you were laying down in, your head resting on other end of the table, feet facing his torso. Each toe adorned with a ring of pineapples. You could hear him. Oh, you could hear him, even though you couldn't exactly see. -"We're so good together. So perfect."- He coos, leaning down, until his mouth was brushing against your smallest finger alongside his tongue, devouring the fruit crowning your toe, leaving the slickness of his saliva behind.

Kissing the aftermath.

You were delicious.

The most delectably delicious morsel Terry Silver's ever tried.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #tw; body worship #tw; nyotaimori #tw; human furniture #tw; foodplay #tw; naked body sushi #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #tw; terry silver being only slightly culturally insensitive because he would be #even more than only slightly if we're honest

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