“Ta-dah!” Daisuke plonked the heaping bowl of ramen in front of Ken with a proud flourish.
“Here it is! This is a completely new recipe,” he beamed, puffing out his chest. “I made it with you in mind – see, I even added your favourite pickled plums.”
Ken looked down at the fragrant, steaming bowl. Sure enough, it had his favourite toppings – plenty of pork slices, bamboo shoots, flavoured egg, fish cakes and even pickled plums. He breathed in deep, taking in the smell of it. Absolutely divine. His mouth was already watering.
“Looks delicious,” he smiled, picking up his spoon. He gently dug it in between all the toppings and filled it with broth, bringing it to his mouth to take his first taste. Flavour immediately exploded on his tongue, coating it with an intoxicating blend of salty and savoury – a deep, rich, luscious flavour. A pleased moan escaped him before he could stop himself. Daisuke’s ramen was usually delicious, but this had to be the best one he had made yet. He had to taste more.
He excitedly picked up his chopsticks, scooping them in and gathering up a tangle of noodles. He blew at them before putting the chopsticks to his mouth, feeding himself a mouthful. They were springy and juicy, just the texture he loved. And there was more of that wonderful flavour, bouncing off his tongue and ricocheting around his mouth. A strange heat was spreading in him, an oddly familiar sensation making itself known in his lower body.
Ken couldn’t remember being that hungry before Daisuke put the bowl of noodles down, but now he was ravenous. He dug his chopsticks in again and fished up another chunk of noodles, slurping them into his mouth.
Daisuke had leaned in close to watch him eat. “How is it? I’m pretty confident about this one.” The other’s face was flushed, either from excitement or the heat of the kitchen, or maybe a mix of both.
Already caught in the hypnotic motions of bringing the delicious food from the bowl to his mouth, Ken didn’t reply right away. He picked up an egg next and popped it into his mouth. The yolk burst and melted in his mouth, gooey and rich.
“Mmmh…” Ken couldn’t help but moan at the taste as he rolled the egg around with his tongue. “Oh my god, Daisuke…”
Daisuke laughed, eyes bright. “Good?”
“It’s amazing...”
He picked up one of the pickled plums next, and the sourness of it created a new burst of intense flavour in his mouth. He sucked on the plum, drawing all the flavour out of it until only the pip was left. His lips puckered at the sour tang, but he drank some more broth and the rich saltiness of it complemented the sourness perfectly. He moaned again. He shifted in his chair and blushed. To his amazement, he was actually getting hard.
He couldn’t stop eating. He slurped spoonfuls of soup, splashing it everywhere in his haste. Daisuke was watching him with large eyes, taking in his every move.
His body was so hot, it was as if it was getting hotter with each bite, and the only way to cool it down was to eat more. He was twitching and straining in his underwear. Soup was dripping down his chin. He couldn’t believe how good it was, how good it made him feel. It was like his taste buds were directly connected to his nether region. He shimmied his hips in his seat, rocking slightly back and forth as the delicious flavours went straight to his dick, running up and down it like small electric currents, making him shiver.
In no time at all, he had eaten almost the whole bowl. He was so full, but he had to finish, couldn’t miss a single morsel of this masterpiece.
He panted as he ate, cheeks flushed scarlet as he stuffed them full. He couldn’t contain the movement of his hips, rocking them back and forth as inconspicuously as he could. The friction against his crotch was getting too much, and he moaned as he slurped the last of the noodles into his mouth.
He had reached the bottom of the bowl. He grabbed it and lifted it to his mouth, tipped it all the way back to drink the remnants of the broth. As the last drops of it hit his tongue, the sensations hit a peak and his whole body spasmed. He slammed his knees together under the table and doubled over his bowl, shaking and twitching all over as he rode out a powerful orgasm. He clenched his fists on the table, panting harshly as he came down from heaven.
Daisuke peered at him curiously over the counter, bright red flush on his cheeks Ken was now sure was not from the kitchen heat. “Wow... I’ve never seen you eat like that before. What did you think of the new recipe?”
A wobbly smile found its way onto Ken’s flushed face, eyes rolling up into the back of his head. “It was… great.”