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Dinner for Two [2/3]

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It's mapo tofu tonight, with the creamy white tofu that Inga likes. Shinjuurou's used more Sichuan peppercorns and ginger than usual, since they were both on sale, and the tofu and minced pork are covered in an oily red film. Shinjuurou prefers to eat one thing at a time, and has decided to tackle the onion omelette before starting on the mapo tofu and the rice.

"Shinjuurou! Shinjuurou, this is so spicy! Look, look, I'm practically crying! And my tongue is red!" Inga sticks out his tongue, and dramatically fans it with his hands.

"Do you want to eat something else?" Shinjuurou starts to get up, mentally eliminating the possibilities based on Inga’s tastes and what they have - he can probably toss the chilled noodles with some vinegar and soya sauce, and garnish it with the leftover spring onions.

"No, I love it! Can you make it like this again? Forever?"

Shinjuurou pauses, his train of thought derailed, and nods, settling down to eat.

The mapo tofu turns out to be too spicy for Shinjuurou, but even if he can feel his face turning red, even if he finds himself drinking glass after glass of water, he tries to maintain his composure. It would be embarrassing to admit defeat to a plate of mapo tofu - especially when he was the one who made it.

When Inga shoves a cool glass of milk in front of him, he realises that he hadn't been fooling anyone. The excess milk sloshes over its rim, and drips on Shinjuurou's shirt as he gulps it down.

"Thank you," he says, and Inga grins.

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It's wax-play tonight, with the tapered white candles from the dollar store. They could probably afford more expensive ones, but Inga seems to like the way that the white wax looks against his skin.

"Do you think you can hold back?" Inga asks as she lights the first candle, "Or do you think you'd start spilling your secrets, one after the other, as the wax hit your skin?"

"I..." Shinjuurou pauses to hiss, as the candle hovers closer to his back.

Inga waits for his reply.

"The second. The second one. I can't...not today. I can't," Shinjuurou is on the edge and they haven't even got past the foreplay yet, but it's been too long since the last time, and Inga hasn't let him come since then. His control is torn to shreds, and he's almost ready to grind his cock against the floor, but he waits for Inga to tell him what she wants. It's better that way, for both of them.

"Oh," Inga says, and she sounds like she's considering something. "Open your mouth, Shinjuurou."

He obeys, and something round and red and rubbery is placed into his mouth. The straps cut into his cheeks. He can't talk around the gag, and he has to breathe through his nostrils, but the only sounds that Inga will hear will be his desperate, muffled moans.

He closes his eyes in a mute thank-you, and Inga pats his head.