Part 3
Ono placed his fingertips on the Chikage's lips, silencing whatever the taller man was going to say. "Let's get to work, before the boss finds us, there's time enough for that later…"
Chikage nodded.
"Oh and umm… would you mind getting the cocoa powder down for the top shelf. I can't reach it and the step stool's nowhere to be found." Ono watched, slowly undressing his would-be lover with his eyes, as the taller man hurried to comply.
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The day sped by for the Antique's head patissier in a blur of fantasy. Only his training and know-how allowed Ono to work on autopilot, while his mind was elsewhere and busy yielding to his desires. As he swept the kitchen floor, Ono imagined for the umpteenth time that Chikage was busy eating petits fours and cream puffs off his naked body. By the time the piping bag filled with fresh whipped cream entered his fantasy; Ono was so hard it hurt. And having Chikage there, wiping down the tables in the dining room, was pure torture.
He was about to go to the bathroom and take care of his problem when Chikage called his name. Ono thought he was going to cum right then and there, but thankfully he did not. Taking the object of his desire by the hand, Ono led him to the sofa by the fireplace and sat down. Chikage followed suit and it was not long before he was kissing the patissier like he meant it. While the lights dimmed of their own accord, their hands fumbled with various bits of clothing. Unbeknownst to the two of them, Kanda was watching from his perch in the Antique's loft.
Not that he was into gay-sex, but he could not help himself. Ono-sensei was finally getting some from Chikage.