Theo leaned heavily against Kota's side in the plush velvet booth, his slender frame pressing close enough that the warmth of his body seeped through the crisp white button-up.
The principal's monumental ass shifted restlessly on the cushioned seat, those planetary cheeks compressing and spreading with every subtle squirm, the tight jeans hugging every exaggerated curve like a second skin. He let out a tiny, almost inaudible huff, blond hair brushing Kota's shoulder as he nuzzled closer, seeking comfort in the solid presence of his boyfriend. The rich scents of the restaurant—seared tuna, truffle oil, blooming flowers from the salads—mingled with Theo's own light cologne, something expensive and faintly sweet that made Kota's pulse thrum just a little faster.
Inside Theo's mind, the thoughts swirled in a frantic, pouty loop.
God, I really have to pee. Like, right now. That sparkling water went straight through me and my bladder feels like it's about to burst. But that dumb waiter Luca is probably lurking around the corner waiting for any chance to flirt with Kota again. The way he stared earlier, eyes dropping straight to my boyfriend's lap like he wanted to climb under the table and worship him... it makes me want to scream. I shouldn't leave him alone, not even for a minute. What if Luca comes back and tries something stupid? Kota's mine now. Official. Boyfriends. But... ugh, I can't hold it much longer. My legs are pressed together so tight under this table it's starting to hurt. I trust him though. Kota wouldn't let some pushy twink get under his skin. He's not like the others. He's steady. Solid. My big, strong boyfriend. Okay. Fine. Just a quick trip. In and out. He'll wait for me like the good boy he is.
Theo tilted his head up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Kota's cheek. The contact was warm and brief, lips brushing stubble with affectionate care.
"I need to use the bathroom really quickly, darling," he murmured, voice pitched low and sweet, that polished British lilt wrapping around the words like silk. "Wait for me? Won't be long at all."
Kota nodded, giving Theo's hand one last squeeze under the table. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
Theo stood up carefully, smoothing down his white button-up with nervous hands. His hips swayed with that unavoidable, hypnotic rhythm as he walked away, the dramatic flare of his lower body turning heads even in the dim, elegant lighting. Those massive cheeks clapped ever so softly with each step, jeans stretched taut over the impossible shelf that projected outward like it defied physics. He disappeared around the corner toward the restrooms, leaving the booth feeling suddenly larger and quieter.
Kota leaned back, looking around the space. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows across marble floors. Soft piano music drifted from somewhere hidden, mingling with the low murmur of other diners in their private corners. The city skyline glittered beyond the tall windows like a sea of stars brought down to earth. He took another careful sip of the sparkling water, the bubbles fizzing against his tongue, and tried to relax into the moment. This was nice. Different. Real.
Three minutes ticked by. Then Luca emerged from the service area pushing a gleaming food guéridon, its polished silver surfaces reflecting the ambient light. The young waiter scanned the booth, spotted Kota sitting alone, and a predatory grin spread across his face. He adjusted his grip on the cart and sauntered over, hips rolling with deliberate exaggeration, pigtails bouncing cutely.
"Well, well," Luca drawled, voice dripping with false sympathy as he stopped right beside the table. "Did your little date get cold feet and dash already? Left you stuck with the bill on a night like this? Shame. Guys like you deserve better company." In his head, the thoughts raced hot and opportunistic: This one's the rich one for sure. That Hawthorne twink was just riding his wallet. Perfect. Now's my chance. I'll flirt him up, get him laughing, maybe slip him my number. Bet I can have him bending me over in the back alley before dessert even hits the table. That body... those shoulders... fuck, I want it.
Kota shook his head calmly. "Nah, he's just in the bathroom. He'll be right back."
Luca's grin faltered for a split second, disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he recovered quickly, leaning in closer. "Still... while he's gone, I could make things more interesting for you. Manage to fuck this guy properly, you know?" He turned around with theatrical slowness, bending deeply at the waist over the guéridon as if searching for something buried among the covered dishes. His ass, plump, rounded, and perfectly presented, hovered mere inches from Kota's face. The tuxedo pants stretched obscenely tight across the twin globes, the fabric outlining every soft jiggle and deep cleft. The position made them look even bigger, heart-shaped and inviting, practically begging for attention in the warm restaurant light.
Kota gulped hard, eyes widening at the sudden, overwhelming sight. The heat radiating off those cheeks was palpable, the faint musk of the waiter's body mixing with starched linen and cologne. His cock twitched traitorously in his gray slacks, blood rushing south despite his best efforts. He wrenched his gaze to the side, slamming his eyes shut, internal panic exploding like fireworks. Please don't get hard. Please don't get hard. Please don't get hard. Please don't get hard. Please don't get hardddd. The mantra looped desperately in his head as he felt himself thickening anyway, the heavy length shifting against his thigh, veins pulsing with unwanted interest. The booth suddenly felt too warm, the air too thick, every sense hyper-focused on the bent-over waiter and the monumental ass dominating his peripheral vision.
Theo finished in the bathroom, hands washed meticulously, a quick check in the mirror to ensure his hair still fell perfectly, and strode back toward the booth. He rounded the corner just in time to see Luca still bent over, ass practically waving in Kota's face. Theo crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the nearby pillar with a cool, expectant stare, waiting for the waiter to notice him.
Luca straightened up after a long, deliberate pause, glancing back to check if Kota had been staring. When he saw Theo standing there, arms folded, expression unimpressed, he fumbled dramatically.
"Oh! There it is," he giggled, snatching a covered plate from the front of the guéridon where it had been sitting plainly visible the whole time.
"I'm such a little clumsy one, uwo~" He batted his lashes and set the dishes down on the table with exaggerated cuteness, voice pitched high and playful like a saccharine anime character.
Theo didn't buy it for a second. He slid back into the booth beside Kota, pressing close once more, his own massive cheeks settling heavily against the seat. "Thank you," he said flatly, tone dripping with polite disdain.
Kota turned to him immediately, voice low and earnest. "You saw I didn't look, right?"
Theo nodded, a small, genuine smile breaking through. "Yeah, I saw. That's the only reason I'm not jealous right now." He paused, eyes softening as he studied Kota's face. "And honestly... I don't care if you look at other people's asses. Or even fuck them. As long as you know you're my favorite. As long as you come back to me every single time."
Before Kota could respond, Theo's hand slid possessively under the table, arm draping across his boyfriend's lap. His fingers found the thick, half-hard bulge straining against the gray slacks and squeezed gently, palm pressing firm and warm against the throbbing length. The touch sent a jolt straight through Kota, making him inhale sharply. Theo leaned in close, lips brushing Kota's ear, voice dropping to a heated whisper thick with promise.
"After we're done eating, you're going to fuck my ass raw, darling. Pound me until I can't walk straight and show me exactly how much you love me."
The words hung heavy between them, charged with heat and possession, as the elegant restaurant continued its soft symphony around their private booth.