Withering Head Wounds - Soudam

The Small Positives

After he watched the breeder walk off, Kazuichi stood up. He headed towards the laundry room, closing the door behind him as he leant up against it.
Kazuichi was a perverted person...and he was still hard from that experience. He wasn't going to just wait for it to go away on its own, so he lifted the soiled shirt and stuffed some of it in his mouth as he pulled his dick out of the sweatpants he was wearing. He felt so dirty and sinful jerking off in Gundham's house, wearing his clothes, with his cum-covered shirt in his mouth, but that only got him off more. For the most part, he had the shirt in his mouth to muffle his moans as he pleasured himself, but there was also something disgustingly hot about it as well. He wouldn't dwell on how wrong this was though, he needed to finish quickly so Gundham wouldn't suspect anything.
It didn't take much longer for Kazuichi to cum, letting out several moans and whines only to be muffled by the shirt. He used it to clean himself up once more before throwing it into the washing machine, stripping himself down and placing the clothes he had been wearing in with it. He used the sink in the laundry to quickly wash his hands and clean himself slightly before taking his clean clothes out of the dryer, dressing himself before letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way back to the living room.
Did he seriously just do all of that?

Gundham could not help but smile to himself, and he knew he'd be a lot more chipper all day after that. It was just hard to fathom that Kazuichi had actually given him a hand job. On their second day of hanging out. Plus, he'd totally gotten off to it so that was a bonus. The breeder just felt absolutely weightless after the experience, cleaning himself off with wet wipes before changing into his full outfit, this time not leaving anything out as he headed towards the kitchen to prepare a breakfast.
"Kazuichi!" Gundham called in an unusually cheerful tone once he had finished making his breakfast. He gave the mechanic a smile as he sat behind him, one arm around his shoulders and the other holding a bowl out to his guest. "This is a breakfast parfait. A favourite of mine, I thought you might enjoy it!" He leaned onto Kazuichi quite lovingly, gently swaying the two of them within the embrace. "I know you're not one for breakfast, however if you eat half of it at least I'll buy you a drink on the way to school. How does that sound? I know you like using them to help keep you going through the day."
Kazuichi was initially annoyed at the fact Gundham had bothered to make him breakfast, but he couldn't help the small smile that spread over his face. It was nice knowing someone was actually listening to him. "Thanks..." he mumbled out, taking the spoon and beginning to eat some of the parfait. He assumed Gundham only hugged him to hand over the bowl and wordlessly thank him once again for his...favour, but the hug was lasting a lot longer than he had expected. He shifted himself a little in his arms as to signal for him to let go before taking another mouthful of his breakfast.
"You never told me if you wished for me to make you lunch as well." The breeder eventually continued, reluctantly standing up to leave Kazuichi to eat. "And well...I do not wish to leave you with nothing, so I figured I'd make you a few donuts! Does that sound nice?" Gundham was doing everything he could to really show care and appreciation towards Kazuichi. Sure, he may have sounded a bit like a parent, but he didn't mind that all too much. He really was just in a wonderful mood. "I could make you a simple glaze or just sugar them. I already made the dough so I just need to fry them." He seemed to be rambling - perhaps seeking approval - as he leaned down and pressed his face to Kazuichi's hair. He gently pet him for a few soft moments before ultimately wrapping his arms around him again. "...you smell nice." He mumbled.

The way he was acting was strange to Kazuichi. He didn't mind it by any means, but he was being overly nice. He supposed he was really grateful for that hand-job.
"Gundham, y'know ya don't have to do all this shit for me, I'm not a kid, I can take care of myself..." he muttered before letting out a small sigh. He wasn't going to be let go, was he?
Gundham gave a dissatisfied hum, watching Kazuichi eat the food for a moment. "I know, I just wish to do something nice for you. Just this once. I won't do it often, I promise." He didn't quite understand what was annoying the mechanic so much. Kazuichi never seemed to be repulsed by contact, though maybe he was just pushing too much onto him in a short span of time. He could understand that, but he didn't think it was wise for him to get a bit cuddly in public.
"...I'll have whatever donuts you're making, I don't really care." That unintentionally came off a little harsher that he meant it to, but Kazuichi was just growing ever so slightly frustrated. He didn't need his every need being taken care of for him, it made him feel useless.
Gundham eventually stood up straight, brushing himself down. "I'm just quite used to caring for others I suppose." He muttered, softly smiling at the sight of Kazuichi before heading towards the door. "I will not be offended if you decide to give away the food. You do not even need to tell anyone I provided it. Simply, it is a common offering and one I thought you might appreciate." He sounded rather disappointed before heading towards the kitchen to fry the donuts, deciding a simple sugar coating was going to be easier to get done. He didn't dwell on Kazuichi's frustration, simply because he didn't know where it came from. Instead, he focused on frying the donuts and covering them in sugar. It was quite calming in how repetitive it was, and it made him feel warm inside knowing that he was doing this for someone else. Gundham knew the Devas could tell he was unusually happy, promising to tell them all about it later as he separated the donuts into two bags - one for him and the other for Kazuichi.