The look on his face innocent anticipation. There was not the least hint of pause or discomfort on his features if anything it hinted at a perverse sense of fulfillment. His every molecule was eagerly awaiting his treat. You could watch his pupils dilate and his mouth water. Gripping the shaft of the tool he licked delicately at the slit. He knew that it had been sitting waiting for him, just as it did every afternoon. Some mornings and evenings too, he could never get enough after all. Lips gently pouted outwards embracing the head in the warm moist cavern cause enough to melt mindlessly from the heat. Cream was lazily lapped at, the young man's eyes shining brightly from the joy of his treat. You could watch anticipating the end, watching pouty lips slide over the head occasionally licking at a stray bit of cream along the shaft that his hand gripped tightly. Gripped as though he thought that it would be stolen away, it could happen, his cousin had forbidden it before though all the voyeurs had eagerly offered of themselves to make up for it.
The same cousin had his eyes glued to the honey blonde hair bent intently over his treat. He watched the repeated bobs, casual licks and long, slow swallows as eyes closed blissfully. Watching as the end drew near and the last trace of cream had disappeared into that waiting mouth he steadily stared as the young man's mouth opened drawing the head from it with an almost audible pop. The light barely diminishing over the loss before the performance continued. Wide, youthful eyes loved on the next in line, glistening in the light, dew forming on it as it had been removed from it's natural atmosphere but never less than welcoming. Casually the young man licked his sticky fingers unwrapping them from the shaft of the previous pleasure inducing instrument reaching for the next just as eagerly.
Unknowingly Mori let out a soft moan sounding rather pained.
One of the more daring young women sitting with them set her hand on his forearm asking curiously, "Are you well Mori-kun?"
Tearing his eyes from his cousin feeling foolish for such jealously over a fork Mori glanced and the concerned young woman before giving a firm nod assuring everyone of his health. Taking a moment to regain his composure he poured tea for everyone sitting with them before shifting cautiously hoping that Mitsukuni wouldn't finish all the cakes he had asked for too quickly giving him a chance to get himself under control.
Chancing a glance at his cousin he saw a knowing look in his cousin's eyes. He had recognized the shift, he likely had recognized the almost pained sound he had released. Taking a scoop of whipped cream from the top of his cake Mitsukuni licked it slowly, almost seductively from of the bowl of his forking, murmuring pleasantly all the while. Tongue prodding between the prongs of the fork and lips pouting just a little more. Taking another forkful of cake he popped it in his mouth humming long and slow around the fork in his mouth. The entire time he kept his eyes on Mori a light playing in them and a look so adorable as to be almost evil on his face. It left Mori worried, not about the next time Mitsukuni was woken unexpectedly, but about the next time he was helping him get ready for bed. That would of course be later that night...