"S-soup kun, lemme smash your ceramic bowl of sexiness that is irresistible... I want to drink your delicious fluid forever!~" Cuphead moaned, "You're so spicy, it's making me go crazy. I just want to feel this burn forever!~" As he took long sips of Soup's delicious nectar. And then, all of a sudden, Cuphead couldn't contain himself anymore, the soup was too overwhelming."Soup kun I can't hold back anymore!" he said as he felt his groin moisten while he had finished the soup, his mouth agape as he let out one last sensual and powerful moan. He experienced the ultimate foodgasm as he filled the bowl with his own special sauce. A single tear fell down his cheek as he knew that he would never have another foodgasm such as this. He reminisced happily about the soup, and he felt his heart split into two. "I love you, Soup Kun…~" Cuphead needs emotional support. Mugman noticed Cuphead from the window of the house, not knowing what else to do, as he tried to ignore his brother's life changing experience with the best chicken noodle soup he ever had. Mugman felt despair in the pit of his stomach because he was the one who made that soup, he should be the one experiencing that. Did that make Cuphead gay? Yes, yes it did. Mugman is forever traumatized. How old even are they? Is Cuphead of age to be moaning at soup...? Is Mugman of age to be hearing Cuphead moan at soup?! And now, enjoy some Cuphead x Mugman.
It was a dark and stormy night, and Elder Kettle was out shopping. Cuphead was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of soup. He made soft noises of pleasure as he enjoyed the soup, and Mugman overheard him. The blue striped straw owning mug peered down the hallway at his brother, and he bit his lower lip as he enjoyed the noises Cuphead was making. He walked down the hall and sat down next to his brother. "U-Umm… Are you okay, brother?" Cuphead blushed and dropped the soup, his eyes wide. "B-BROTHER! J-Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that…!" Mugman frowned. "...You know how I feel about swears, brother." Cuphead looked away and facepalmed. "Jesus isn't a swear, brother…" Mugman grumbled and crossed his arms, staring down at the ground. "...You never seemed to enjoy yourself like that before. Is that your turn on? Soup?" Cuphead shook his head. "No, brother… It was just yummy…" Mugman scooted a little closer to Cuphead, resting his hand on his brother's leg. "...I… wish I could make you feel as good as that soup made you feel, brother…" Cuphead blinked and blushed a dark red. "B-Brother… What are you saying?" Mugman rubbed his legs together a bit and looked away. "...I-I'm saying I like it when you make noises like that… A-And when you're happy…" Cuphead smiled and wrapped his arm around his brother. "You're such a goof, brother… I love you." Mugman smiled and leaned into Cuphead's touch. "I love you too, brother… Maybe… More than I should…" Cuphead leaned in and pressed his lips to Mugman's cheek. Mugman had no idea what he should do. Considering he had moved his head just in time to capture his brother's lips with his own. It wasn't just a cheek kiss anymore. Mugman was about to pull away, but he felt Cuphead pull him closer. Fuck. Mugman parted his lips into the kiss, and then they began to become more heated. Then they drank from each other's straws. Mugman let out a satisfying muffle of enjoyment. The end.