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The clean white linen press tablecloth was situated over the small oak wood two-seater table. The quiet hush and whispering voices filled the cafe with a soft hum.

Under the hushed whispers and half caught conversations of business deals and family affairs was a softly flowing gently churning ballet of music, the volume turned down low so as the provide a feeling of softness.

The clean mix of mauve purple and navy blue paint, swirled into a solid one colour, covered the ceiling walls and was completed with the gentle ease of the same coloured carpet underfoot.

The lighting, which was provided from oriental looking lambs stationed at various points around the room, was dim, though somehow providing enough light to easily see a menu.

Mirrors panelled onto the pillars that held the support of the ceiling were done so in a fashion as one could observe a person several tables away, without being overseen oneself.

The tables arranged in an orderly pattern littered around the room, some with all chairs, others connecting to the booth seats that lined most of the far walls, and the small room separator in the centre, were the same mauve purple and dark blue colour.

The plush seating covered in leather and helping to define the air of expensive, money and importantness.

There weren’t many couples or groups in that day, so the usually quiet conversations were even more so.

Seated in an adjoining booth seat two boys gripped the linen press table cloth, one hand a napkin to his mouth and was trying desperately to drag his eyes away.

The first one of the adversely attentionate boys had burgundy red hair, cut so short that his smooth tanned skin behind his ears was open to all site. His brown orbs gazing as the third person on the table moved. His tanned hands gripping painfully at the white table-clothe. His mouth open and drool collecting with the sheer effort of his restraint.

The second adversely attentionate boy had raven black hair, cut in a sort of bob, bangs swept behind his ears in a straight falling dance, his pale milky skinned hand gripping the table-clothe so hard his fingertips turned white under the pressure. In his other pale hand he pressed a white napkin to his mouth, fearing that without such he would drool openingly.

The first boy was dressed in a red and orange soccer shirt and white with yellow-stripped soccer pants, it was clearly obvious he didn’t fit in well with the general atmosphere, but hey, money was money.

The second boy was more appropriately dressed, in a grey turtle neck jumper and grey dress pants.

Now, we turn our attention to the third boy. His hair was a sprinkling of golden halo locks, splayed in such a manner of untidiness that one knew instantly; no amount of brushing would straighten them. His crystal blue eyes glinting magnificently like the face of all evils. He wore a polo yellow and blue shirt, with white strips and white shorts.

Daisuke’s eyes followed the hand as it went down again.

The spoon curved in a seductive arch.

Ken’s gaze was wrecked as the spoon drifted to the ice cream, then the soft milky cream then the creamy custard.

The spoon travelled up higher, curving so as not to spill a drop of that tangible, delectable, smooth, creamy, palatable, exquisite and luscious New York Cheese cake. With its soft creamy round curves and delicately put together savoury breadcrumb base.

Takeru’s soft full lips parted and the spoon travelled in, the lips closed after it and the blonde was forced to close his eyes in a euphemism assault of pleasure. Emitting the barest of hums as the creamy and ambrosial taste filled his mouth.

The spoon came out again and there was a brief pause in where he swallowed the mixture.

Then the spoon went down again.

Daisuke made the barest of whimpers, his eyes following the spoons movements like a drowning man.

This was utter torture, this painful want, building inside his stomach.

He couldn’t stand it any longer, he couldn’t submit to this agony. No matter what the cost!

"WAITER!" Daisuke and Ken yelled at the same time.

Takeru chuckled, he always won! Always!

"I win! That means I get to be on top tonight!" he blonde sang gleefully.

~ End!