Hello! Please enjoy this short and subtle chapter of No Restrictions! Komatsu and Toriko do seem to enjoy a bit a masturbation here and there~

Someone once said…

There are freshly cut pieces of sashimi that wash ashore,

on to an island of vinegar rice so perfectly seasoned,

they are greeted by the ever fallings leaves of the seaweed palm trees,

…Paradise Sushi!

That there are a sea of sweets where rare lobsters lay,

their bodies containing the sweetest ocean deserts,

filled with delicious creams of all kinds,

…Frosters!

The world is in the Gourmet Age.

The age of seeking out yet-unknown tastes.

From the moment Komatsu had found Toriko in the room with the familiar blonde he knew that something unpleasant had happened.

Despite that odd feeling, he made no efforts to question what they were talking about or possibly doing. He simply wanted to apologize to his partner and ensure him that he was no monster of any sort.

Taking note of the broken bottle on the floor, Komatsu still proceeded to apologize to Toriko unable to bear the guilt and sadness he knew he had inflected.

With his bruised hands clenched in painfully tight balls, Komatsu bowed his head down with apologetic eyes as he spoke to his partner, "Toriko-san… I'm so sorry! I didn't mean any of it! All those terrible things I said… All those names I called you, you're not a monster… I'm just stupid! Stupid… stupid!"

Unable to respond, the Heavenly king expression was of one who was filled with amusement yet brief with shock as the Chef spoke to him. He knew the little fellow was apologizing, but, with all those simulants being taken in at once, he couldn't help but feel curious about how the Chef will cope with this.

From the side of the two men, Yuri sighed within her blouse as it dawned on her the two were more than 'just' partners. She spoke softly only to be heard by the Heavenly King who looked as if he was contemplating something amusing, "We need to leave this room immediately or... well, you'll find out soon enough"

With that being said Toriko made no effort to hesitate in his departure of the heavily fragranced room. In a few barely visible motions, the he scooped up the little Chef from his apologetic position and swung him over his bulky shoulders. It never failed to amaze his little Chef whenever he did take actions to hustle on.

Komatsu could only be in awe as he was instantly being transported out of the fragrance bar.

"Toriko-san, I'm sorry, earlier, I didn't mean any I said, I really-"

"I know Komatsu. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, but- Toriko-san, I'm really sorry! At the time I didn't know what had gotten into me, I was confused, and I-I-I had this horrible n-nightmare of…

'Little Chef, hahhhhhh, you don't know me at allllllll'

Toriko frowned as he felt the chef shiver, he spoke calmly as he adjusted the boy to be positioned onto his back. "You don't have to say anything Komatsu, I understand and you don't have to apologize or feel bad anymore. We can talk about it when you're healed and more comfortable."

"Okay…"

More than half the distance to their lodge, Toriko began asking the little Chef questions, "-but does your body feel okay? Not your hands or head, but everything else, are you feeling normal?

"I told you… I'm okay, I'm a little confused, and my hands and head hurt a little but everything else feels fine. Toriko-san, I promise I'm okay." The Chef rested his head against his partner's sturdy back as they passed familiar parts of the town. His emotional distress had slightly eased as his partner seemed passed the name calling and accusations he had placed on him earlier.

It was interesting to the Chef as of how things can move so fast and change so suddenly between too people, but it interested him more as too how two people can move past things so well. Surely others who were in this same situation would crumble and their kombi would be most defiantly be shattered, but this is what makes Toriko and him different. The Chef snuggled into the sturdy back with the yearning thought of, 'Toriko-san and I… I want to be with him forever.'

As they reached their destination, Toriko placed Komatsu down onto the side of the Lodge entrance. Shortly after entering and removing their shoes, the Heavenly king did not hesitate to head towards the dining area.

"Oi Komatsu, head to the room and wait for me".

Only giving him the single instruction to return to their room, Komatsu didn't bother questioning him as he assumed he would probably order food and have it delivered to their room.

Making his way up into their room he was greeted by the lodge owner and other friendly residents hanging out in the quarters. Over the course of their stay, and hence it's been less than a week, Komatsu had experienced an array of new and unexpected incidents both more than he thought he would ever imagine; taking a weary breathe in he reached his room door.

Upon opening his room door a sudden wave of pleasure washed over his body causing him to sink to the floor and onto his week knees. Pushing the door closed behind him with his foot, the Chef crawled away from the door ignoring the subtle pains in his bruised hands. But oddly enough, a small, but surely noticeable feeling of pleasure tingled within him from the touch of his bare skin brushing against the floor.

"…Whaaaa?"

It had been a weary day and Komatsu knew that he was both drained mentally and physically but, to feel such pleasure from finally returning home? Now sitting on his bottom, the Chef slowly removed his socks, attempting to hold back a needy moan as his socks slid off his toes.

Tossing his socks to the side, he wiggled his toes happily unable to believe the pleasure he received from it. Next, he made an effort to slide off his shirt but stopped when he realized his body felt warmer than normal. Just a few seconds earlier he sworn that the room had been set at normal room temperature, but goodness was it becoming warmer and warmer now.

Continuing to undress himself, the small wave of pleasure he has gotten before had grown stronger, it was undeniably hard to ignore the fact that his skin felt much warmer. He removed his shirt suppressing a subtle moan of pleasurement he got from this heat.

"Uwaaa"

Despite feeling so hot, the actual cool room air gave his upper body a loving welcome as the air teased his now hardening nipples- caressing his heat dowsed body.

The Chefs breathe had become deep and heavy as he laid himself onto the room floor attempting to stay will. His body was only getting hotter and hotter and if felt as if everything touching his skin gave him great pleasure. With only his pants and his undergarments remaining, he found himself wanting to palm the steadily growing erection that hide underneath them. "Why is it so hot?... Uwaaaa, I just want to c-c-", his breathe hitched, "c-cum!".

Komatsu wondered if he had enough time to even try and masturbate before his partner returned. 'I just need to cum and then I'll feel fine, I'll feel so good…' Instinctively he trusted up as the thought of, 'feeling good', made his hips buckle upwards. A loud gasps escaped his lips only to spark a festering urge of release as the sudden movement of his lower half made his body ache with an overwhelming need.

"Hahhhhh, I need to finish this" His face flushed a lushes pink as he thrusted into the air once again,"G-g-god can it be possible to feel so good?" Bringing a hand to his clothed erection Komatsu gripped it tightly shoot sparks of pure pleasure up and down his whole needy body. He saw splotches of colors through his tightly closed eyes unable to remove his hand from his covered crotch.

"Ohhhh yes!" Not wasting any time, he stroked himself off steadily not even bothering to remove his pants. "Uhhhhhhh, yes, yes"

His began trusting his hips up and down matching his hand steady strokes rhythmically, feeling a great pressure as he never stopped his erotic motions. The overflowing pleasure from his crotch wasn't the only things pushing him closer to climax. As he moved franticly his extra moments caused small ripples of pleasure; the skin all over his body was still sensitive.

Licking his lips, Komatsu couldn't help but imagined swallowing a hot yummy liquid continuously being shot into his throat. The little Chef didn't know why he thought of this, nor where the thought came from, but refused to question it as it excited his cock to no ends. 'Ohhhhh, right into my mouth, please'. Unconsciously the boy opened his mouth widely into an "O" shape, bobbing his head vigorously to help visualize the fantasy.

"Uwaaaaa!"

Unable to handle the intensity of his little session, the boy began to tremble as he never slowed down his pace when he released his seeds inside the confines of his pants. Spurts and spurts of hot cum dampened the front of his pants from inside out. The feeling of warmth that had taken his body slowly faded away only leaving the warmth of his cum soiled pants behind. The little Chef laid scrawled out across the floor completely spent as he stared lazily at the ceiling fan.

Walking up the stairs, the Heavenly King nearly bit his lower lip off as he restrained himself in jerking off in the staircase. The enraged flames of lust were taking over him and Komatsu was the only one too blame. With all the fumes the little Chef had inhaled he began too wonder when all the aphrodisiac sensation would kick in. The scent of Komatsu's arousal was strong throughout the whole Lodge and Toriko knew better than anyone else in the whole Country of Healing what his partners scent was.

"…Such a delicious smell" Toriko couldn't help but murmur to himself as he reached their room door, the smell of the boys lust was fuming strongly from the cracks underneath the door. In all his years of craving and devouring mouthwatering foods, the scent of his little Chef takes first prize in setting his craving needs to a high! -and like the most mouthwatering foods in the world, there was no way to become satisfied till you get a little taste, and did he want a taste.

"Oi, I'm back, can you open the door?" Knocking on the door, he braced himself for the biggest temptation to be right in front of him. Hearing subtle movements from within, Toriko knocked again just to see if Komatsu had really heard him.

"H-Hi W-elcome back"

The door suddenly opened and nothing could have prepare him for the lusciously appetizing site that would appear before him.

'…FUCK'

His little Chef had timidly opened the door, face flushed, sweaty bare chest, with a huge moist tinted cum stain on his crotch. The boy also held a water bottle in his free hand as an effort to probably himself look as if he spilled water onto his pants; sadly, to his effort the smell of his cum to Toriko was stronger than a batch of freshly cooked bacon in the morning. 'You're such a fucking little tease Komatsu, such a sexy little fuuuuckkkking tease'. It took the Bishokuya a few seconds before he could calmly walk into the room without ravishing the little thing.

"Um… Toriko-san, d-did you order food? I-I'm sure you're hungry after everything that's happened today" Komatsu sat himself on the floor where he had done his self-relieving escapades a few moments ago, the boy had realized he left a moisture strain here he laid, but failed to clean it before opening the door. Sadly to his loss, Toriko noticed it before his Chef could hide it.

Watching Komatsu seat himself onto his wet spot sent a heavy rush of blood to swell up to the tip of his cock. 'Ohhh you have no idea how hungry I am. I'm hungry for you Komatsu' Toriko held his composer as he sat himself onto the bed.

"Yeah, I did. The orders may take a while to get here, but it'll be worth the wait."

"Ah. You didn't order out their whole entire food stock did you?"

"Heh, no, but I did make sure to order everything on the menu and 5 each of everything"

"Oh, that sounds nic- WAIT, what?! You ordered everything on the menu… and ordered them five times? Everything of the menu?... 5 of each… Toriko-san, noooo!" Komatsu squirmed around in his wet spot giving him the look of childish protest.

With a hoarse voice, Toriko could only reply with a simple, "Yeah", as he physically forced himself not too move from his seated spot. The Heavenly King couldn't help but imagine Komatsu squirming on his cock just as did on the wet spot he sat on.

That single wet spot his little partner sat on was the only thing we could use to distract himself from the even bigger distraction in front of him, despite getting an erection from the thought of the floor stain, it was the thought of the floor stain that was enough to keep him from pouncing and devouring his partner. For if he was too focus on the wet stain on that god forsaken mouthwatering spot on his little crotch, the odds would not be in his Chef's favor.

"Toriko-san, your appetize never fails to amaze me. You're paying for the food when we leave!"

"Yeah, I know, I know…"

Ignoring the obvious stain on the boy's pants, Toriko watched Komatsu slowly make his way over to his child size luggage. It was a limited addition designed- cutely detailed with little print images of various meats and knives; the boy loved his food designs.

The Heavenly resisted the urge to inhale deeply as the sweet odor of Komatsu's arousal followed his movement. He watch the boy opened up his luggage and rummaged through his clothes till it appeared he found what he was looking for. "Mhm!" In a suddenly outburst the little Chef held up a pair of stripped PJ's and closed his childlike luggage.

'So to hide your embarrassment, you're probably gonna try and shower up as an excuse to change… Going shower, eh? I'd could clean you better than a bar of soap or water could provide… I'd lick you clean and…'

Toriko's thoughts stopped mid-way as he noticed Komatsu was staring at him. The boy was smiling but his ebony eyes were filled uncertainty. As he watched the Chef stand up, he noticed a fresher smell of lust radiating off the boy.

"I'm going to take my shower now... "

"Alright, take your time"

"Um, if the food gets here please let me know Toriko-san" Komatsu spoke casually and Toriko made no effort to respond to him. The Chef quickly retreated into the bathroom leaving Toriko alone in the room.

With no one in the room, his restraints to control himself were snapping one by one as he focused on the spot where the boy sat at. He was just about to pounce off the bed and smell the spot, till a click from the bathroom door was heard and Komatsu delicate hand poked out of the door tossing a pair of soiled pants off to the side of the door.

The sweet scent of cum and sweat steamed off those pants and Toriko was in heaven.

Thank you for reading this chapter and I hope you have enjoyed it well. Writing out Komatsu and Toriko's lustfulness always seems to flow out of my finger tips.

STORY NOTE: The original character, Yuri, will never make a reappearance in this story, and if she does it because I needed someone to kill. Writing original characters are not pleasurable for me. Yet, if I really need too add them, I will.

Personal Side Note: I never intended to stop writing this story, but something wonderful has happened, I gained a boyfriend, and now it gives me more life experiences that can be directed into my writing! :) So once again, I will update my stories weekly till I reach another 5 chapters.

Once again, thank you for reading, and I'll be back next week with a even steamier chapter!

Aloha and take care! :)