Happy Birthday to Me

[oranje_windmill]

Who: Wilm and Kiku
When: Monday, January 30th, 8 pm.
Where: The Royal Cafe
What: A birthday celebration

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[mystiklsushi]

After a moment, taking a deep breath to gain complete composure, Kiku opened the door to the cafe. The action was smooth and polished, well practiced, and he was glad that he could call upon this sort of poise thanks to his job. With a little smile at his boyfriend, drinking in the look of him all dressed up, he stepped back, holding open the door with a swish of aprons. He'd keep up the professional act for a bit longer, wanting to entertain Willem for the special occasion.

"I trust you found your invitation?"

[oranje_windmill]

Surprise rooted him in the doorway for a moment, mind caught up in white stockings on shapely legs and apron and the way the ruffles moved whenever Kiku did. Many a late night fantasy had started this way, and he had to shake himself a bit to get his mind back to the present.

"I did," he managed, coming in and locking the door back behind him. "It was a nice surprise."

[mystiklsushi]

"Your table is this way, sir."

Kiku countered the formality of the statement with undisguised playfulness in the overexaggeration of the sweep of his arm and the way he made sure his skirts swished just so. His face was kept carefully serious, a smile waiting just behind his lips.

The dining room had been cleared of all but one table, and it had been set with great care. Not a piece of silver was out of place. A single red chrysanthemum sat in the center of Willem's plate. Kiku felt a little silly, having chosen the flower of his namesake. And even moreso for having looked up the meanings of colors in the flower language. He held Willem's chair for him, coloring up in spite of the professional game he was playing with him.

[oranje_windmill]

His brain went a bit fuzzy again as he watched Kiku move, and with force he dragged it back to the table set out for him. His smile got a bit wider as he surveyed the care that had gone into it.

"A very nice surprise," he said, smiling at Kiku as he took a seat, enjoying the blush dusting his boyfriend's face.

[mystiklsushi]

Smiling, he turned for the kitchen, noticing the way Willem's eyes trailed down to the hem of his skirt as he moved. The maid dress had been a good choice, then. Kiku reappeared from the kitchen a moment later, bearing a fairly simple dinner. It had been waiting in the warmer for his boyfriend's arrival, and though he had spent quite a while fretting over what would make for a good menu, simplicity finally won out.

Carefully moving the flower from the plate to the table, Kiku laid out two plates, settling himself across from Willem and breaking his role as maid.

"Happy birthday, dear."

[oranje_windmill]

"Thank you, schat" he replied, smiling across the table at his lover. He looked back to the place setting, his smile getting a bit bigger as the connection between the red flower now sitting next to him and the man across the table. He liked the idea of Kiku claiming his place for him.

Picking up his fork, he cut off a piece and stuck it in his mouth, enjoying the flavors on his tongue.

[mystiklsushi]

Dinner was filled with small talk, light and pleasant, and the meal finished fairly quickly. Kiku fetched coffee once the actual meal was finished, and seemed to linger for a bit before clearing the plates.

"I made something special for dessert," he explained, balancing dishes with a practiced hand. The blush from earlier came back to him, and Kiku hesitated, began to say more, and promptly closed his mouth. With his eyes focused elsewhere, he tried again. "It may take me a moment to get it ready. Don't go anywhere."

And with that, he disappeared again into the kitchen.

[oranje_windmill]

He had to stop himself from jumping up to help Kiku with the plates, so used to doing it when they ate together at each other's apartments. But this was Kiku's gift, so he sat back and enjoyed the way the dress fit on Kiku's frame.

Damn he'd gotten lucky, he thought as he crossed his legs and sipped his coffee, waiting for dessert. He wondered briefly if this would be one of Kai's creations, or something Kiku had made himself. Either way, he was bound to enjoy it.

[mystiklsushi]

It definitely took more than a moment to prepare. The dessert itself was already assembled and set in the refrigerator. He'd had Kai help him on that, since the boy had not only been eager to help prepare, but also knew Willem's taste well enough to come up with something he'd love.

No, that wasn't what was taking Kiku so long to come out of the kitchen. But he had decided on this plan ahead of time, as a total surprise.

Shyly, he pressed his legs together behind the apron, knowing full well that the effect did not make him more modest. There was very little way to do that when dressed only in an apron, stockings, and lacy drawers.

Kiku knew that if he lingered any longer in the kitchen, that Willem was bound to try and see if he needed help. So, with a deep almost-calming breath, he steadied himself, and stepped back into the dining room, bearing dessert on a serving tray.

[oranje_windmill]

He would later be embarrassed that it was the desert he noticed first.

He had turned and been about eye level with the cream colored gelatin and candied fruit of a chipolata pudding, dusted with sugar and ringed with fruit,and that had occupied his attention for all of a second.

Until he turned his head to smile at Kiku for producing one of his favorite deserts and caught exposed stockinged legs and more skin than had been visible before and his brain registered what had taken Kiku so long before promptly screeching to a lust induced halt. His mouth dropped open a bit, hanging there as his mind tried to form words and failed to produce even so much as happy birthday to me indeed.

Not that the lust curling in his stomach wasn't saying that already.

[mystiklsushi]

Kiku set the plate in front of his gaping boyfriend, noting that he had still not been able to close his mouth. So the surprise was a success, and that sent a thrill of warmth through him that had nothing to do with the blush on his face. Taking up the little spoon, he picked up a small portion of the chipolata and deposited it into Willem's still-open mouth.

[oranje_windmill]

He automatically closed his mouth around the spoon, and as his tongue recognized the flavors it helped kick start his brain back into shape. His lips curved up into an appreciative smile, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as his eyes scanned over the amazing sight in front of him.

"Wow," he said.

[mystiklsushi]

"Good?" he asked, spooning a bit more of the pudding up. Another rush of boldness and a strange sensation that told him he was actually getting more confident in his private time with Willem, and he found himself seated very carefully in his boyfriend's lap, feeding him another spoonful of his birthday treat.

[oranje_windmill]

He licked the spoon clean, not taking his attention away from his boyfriend. His hands moved to Kiku's hips, steadying him, and his hands found warm skin and the lace of Kiku's underwear. He rubbed his fingers over both, enjoying.

"Amazing," he replied.

[mystiklsushi]

Kiku melted into that touch, glad indeed that Willem was enjoying his birthday present. He carefully scooped up one of the berries from the top of the dessert, and guided it to his lover's mouth. Once he'd taken it, Kiku traced the tip of the spoon against the curve of Willem's lips, teasing him just a bit.

[oranje_windmill]

He licked at Kiku's fingers as the berry was placed in his mouth, bit down once on the spoon before letting it go. His hands moved, one to grope Kiku's ass through the lace while the other moved up Kiku's back to feel warm skin under his palm. He wondered how the pudding would taste on Kiku's skin, made a pleased sound at the idea.