"Stop reading!" Misaki's voice echoed from the kitchen and into the living room where Usagi sat with his laptop upon the sofa. Misaki's face, much like the shirt he wore, was a bright red. His eyes averted towards the skillet on the hot stove so he wouldn't have to see the undoubtedly smug look on the older man's face. "I swear, Usagi-san, you always find the weirdest times and places to read your novels out loud. Do me a favor, would you? Read that story somewhere else, or to yourself." Misaki grumbled a bit as he continued to fry the eggs he'd just put on moments earlier.
Usagi, feeling a sudden urge, got up and went behind Misaki. "Why are you so tense, Misaki? You seem agitated." Misaki flinched, but said nothing. Usagi leaned forward and nibbled on his ear, which made Misaki groan.
Misaki took a deep breath and whisked around to look at him without a word. Finally, he cleared his throat as the words passed to his tongue and from his lips. "Y-you...you're always teasing me..." he whispered very softly.
Usagi perked a curious brow. "Eh...? Did you just...say I tease you? You said that yourself?" he asked him in disbelief and with slightly widened eyes.
Misaki blushed brightly and covered his mouth. "N-n-no! I never said that! You didn't hear anything!" He cleared his throat. "Why don't you...go write on your story? It'll keep you busy until dinner."
Usagi shook his head and reached around, turning the stove off and lifting the skillet from the burner. He then lifted Misaki and tossed him over his shoulder. "I need help. I need some energy and inspiration."
Misaki swallowed hard and squirmed. "No! Put me down!" he demanded, but his cries landed upon deaf ears belonging to a horny man. And, thus, Usagi got the 'inspiration' he so craved.
