"What appeals you to eat a dish is not just its aroma but how attractive it looks served on your plate as well. The Old Butler has taken great effort to prepare this cake for us and that is why, I must work hard to decorate it on the plate I have carefully chosen for today, so that it can soothe both my eyes and my tastebuds. You will help me with this, right Hansel?"
The second master of the Wintern estate told the apprentice knight who was lying beneath his gaze, his hands occupied with two wine glasses, one in each, and his eyes were tightly shut. His teeth chewed on his own lips in anticipation as Derek placed a spoonful of cream from the cake on both of his buds and then topped it with a strawberry on each.
This act which he referred to as 'decoration' was nothing but a slow torture to Hansel, who was serving as his 'human-plate'. Watching Hansel shiver as the cold metal spoon touched his sensitive places, was immeasurably satisfying to him. He didn't forget to 'decorate' Hansel's member as well!
"Open your mouth." he commanded. Hansel stopped torturing his lips and complied, at once receiving a reward for the good work. Derek had dropped a strawberry into his mouth for him to eat, but Hansel was disappointed he got a fruit instead of what he thought he would get.
Looking at his obviously disappointed face, Derek chuckled. He had never thought Hansel was capable of sulking as well.
Usually he would go along with whatever Derek wanted, apart from throwing some feeble protests occasionally.
So, Hansel, who was busy chewing what was in his mouth got a light kiss placed over his puckered lips. He swallowed the food in a surprise, and then raised his head from the pillow, only to see Derek move on to kiss his buds.
Derek opened his mouth and engulfed the dessert he had topped Hansel's nipples with. In the process, he also grazed his delicate skin with his teeth, licking and sucking on it under the pretense of not wasting even a bit of that sweetness that had the potential to fill his mouth.
"Nnh…" Hansel's body jolted with pleasure when Derek chewed on his buds, ever so gently, that he would not have believed the sensation came from Derek's premolars, had he not been watching it himself. The unsatisfied ecstasy which made him crave for more, also made him think that it was better to be ravished than receive such a painfully slow response to his desires. It felt like he was moaning from a touch that never happened in the first place.
It was not like Hansel's body turned sensitive only after doing these things with Derek. As far as he could remember about his childhood, he knew he was more ticklish than normal kids. So ticklish that even a light blow of air on his nape, as his friends whispered something in his ears, was enough for hairs to stand on the back of his neck.
So, when Derek started making him the subject of his carnal attention, it made Hansel discover that his already sensitive body had started getting aroused sexually with so much as a soft (but intentional) touch on his erogenous areas. And he somehow knew that Derek understood this side of him very well but still enjoyed to see him backed into a corner.
He wondered why Derek did this sort of thing to him when there is a line of young and beautiful noble ladies willing to marry him, even though he was not a legitimate child of the late Duke. Would Derek think of him as a bother if he asked this to him?
His heart thumped loudly when Derek started moving south from his chest. His anxiety heightened as Derek eyed his member he had 'decorated' with the white cream from the cake. There was no need to top it with a berry this time because it was already red and throbbing, as if waiting for him to take a bite.
Derek obliged.
Hansel fell back on his pillow with his eyes shut. It was too much for him to even keep his eyes open and look at what was being done to him. His head reeled and his thoughts jumbled when Derek licked the tip to scoop all the cream inside his mouth. It was sweet. For someone who hated sugar so much, Derek found it strange that he did not find it distasteful to consume this way. He even thought that it would not be an exaggeration if he got addicted to eating it like this every time.
"Ahh…ah…ungh…!"
Watching Hansel moan with every movement of his tongue, was intriguing to him.
The Old Butler would never have thought, even in his wildest dreams, that the products of the baking skill he took so much pride in, would be used like this one day!
"Careful! Don't let the wine fall." Derek cautioned Hansel, "The butler would get angry with you if there is another stain on this silk bedsheet, not to say that wine stains never go away."
It had completely skipped Hansel's mind that he still held two glasses filled with the wine. He was troubled because no matter how much he tried hold them upright, it felt like they were tilting on their own.
"Stop…ah… at least l, let me…put them away…" It took almost all of his energy to say a mere sentence.
"No. Can do." Hansel's whole body was shuddering and Derek knew that he was at his limit. Any more teasing and…
Splurt!
As if reading what was going on in Derek's mind, Hansel came on his face. The air which was trapped inside his lungs could now be let out and his body which had experienced the height of pleasure twice in a day, now seemed to calm down.
He would have been apologetic if he knew he had ruined Derek's handsome visage, but he was too engrossed in the lingering sensation to notice anything. Derek wasn't going to hold it against him though.
"Good work holding onto them for me." Derek gulped down the wine in both of the glasses in one go. He had already wiped his face with a napkin and was looking carefully at the young knight lying beneath him. Although Hansel's face was still flushed and his eyes were tightly shut, he looked appealing with the slight frown adorning his forehead.
But Derek decided to stop it at that as Hansel looked like he had been drained of all the energy. For how much he had made him moan today, it would be no shock if his voice went hoarse tomorrow.
"Hey! Don't fall asleep yet! You haven't had anything to eat since morning." Derek shook Hansel by his shoulders but he didn't respond. He seemed lost into his own world.
"Ah! So, you're going to be like this? Then don't blame for what I'm going to do to you." telling this to a half-asleep Hansel, Derek pinched his nose and kissed the air out of his lungs until his eyes were wide, pleading a chance to breathe again.
"Hah…! What…?" Hansel opened his mouth to question Derek but got a bread stuffed into it instead.
"Seriously! Look at all your bones popping out here and there. At least stuff that grumbling stomach of yours before dozing off. Or do you want to look famished in the morning?" Derek rebuked him, holding a piece of meat in front of his mouth.
Chewing all the dry stuff, Hansel felt thirsty. He extended his hands towards the wine bottle but Derek slapped it away.
"You don't get to drink that. Not only will it not do you any good, it will even flush out what you're eating. So, no alcohol from now on!" He said handing him a glass of milk, "Instead, you get this!"
Even if Derek was trying his best to take care of Hansel, he was getting compared to a mother hen getting angry at her foolish chicken, in the Hansel's eyes.
Later Hansel had proper clothes shielding his body from both, the cold winds of the night as well as uninvited attention his body got from Derek. He was tucked into the bed, feeling warm and comfortable.
He remembered Derek's face when they were having dinner before. 'It's been a while since I shared a meal with someone.' he had said, a subtle smile adorning his face lit in the candle light. He made an expression so painful but serene at the same time that it made Hansel's heart clench just from watching him. But unknown to him, Derek felt thankful internally that it was Hansel who saw that face of him.
Hansel was lying on the bed with his back facing the door so that when the butler came to clear up the dishes, he could hide his face from him. Their episode from the afternoon was still fresh in his mind.
"The cake was good." Derek remembered to compliment the Old Butler, who almost dropped the glass he was holding after hearing the words. The poor man stared at him, agape with perplexity.
It was the first time Derek had complimented him over anything, and to think this day would come because of the cake he had baked half-mindedly in the evening!
His second master had disliked sweets from when he was little. But now, not only did he eat it, he had also praised him for it…this was nothing less than a miracle for him. It must have been like this because of the young knight who was sleeping soundly on his master's bed.
"Why, thank you sir! I will try to sharpen my skills even further." he gave Derek a deep bow and looked at Hansel, who was burrowed inside the blanket. The Old Butler cried happy tears. He blessed Hansel with a good fate for a thousand years in his mind.
"No! please don't give us cakes from now on!" Hansel screamed internally, his face which blushed hard, was hidden away from the butler's view.
"Hmm…" Derek responded to a grinning butler, bewildered if he was just imagining the flowers which surrounded the old man like aura.
It was another wholesome evening at the Wintern estate.