I Miss You [ EXO: TaoHun ] (boyxboy)

C h a p t e r 4

\\ I feel like this isn't my best type of work due to writers block and shiz. Sorry it took so loooong \\

It was the routined clatter of porcelain, serving instruments along side the wooden tray that physically awoke Kris from his light slumber. He had awoken earlier that morning due to whatever unearthly reason but soon went back to sleep when he saw the fuzzy red numbers of zero, two, five and three on his digital Twex alarm clock.

Looking over to his right, Kris couldn't help but chuckle sarcastically at the meal that was designated for him. Whoever had brought his breakfast up, clearly wanted to piss him off.

It was a well known fact ( Well, at least it was to him ) that Kris dislikes lightly skimmed, mildly seasoned yet barely milk drizzled, B-class scrambled eggs. It was also known that he didn't like his toast too soft with only crunch around the crust. Crispy bacon with the gelatine still present and straight from carton non-filtered orange juice also agitated his inner devil yet it was still served to him.

Served with no salt or Pepper to ease the taste either.

Even if it meant that he was to go without breakfast-in-bed that morning, Kris decided to turn his nose to the well-needed body fuel. Tao always said that it was because he's spoilt and to why he likes his breakfast to a specific standard.

Kris just says it's because he's blessed to of found out what foods agree or disagree with his body.

Since he was up, Kris decided that today was a day to venture fourth into the mansion, see what the home was to allow him to discover. Even after the many years that he's spent within that one home, Kris still hasn't explored every room, nook or cranny of the only house he's lived all his life with.

He would of got up straight and gone on his begonings- that was until he remembered that he had nothing on and happened to be stark naked. It also happened to be that his morning wood was making a small tent from within his mix of duvet, feather down blanket and throw over. It's not even like he was thinking of explicit things. To hell, he was thinking about adventuring and the last time he checked, he wasn't turned on by adventures. ( Although, when your horny, you seemingly become turned on by literally anything )

He closed his eyes momentarily. It's been at least 3 weeks since he's last touched himself and probably 5 since him and his 'girlfriend' were at it; Breaking that streak now would be a shame.

But it felt so tight and stiff and there wasn't even any boxers to restrict it's space and he just wanted to relieve himself of his stress so he just kind of lead his hand down to his problem and kinda started to jerk it off and definitely let inadequate, soft groans slip out but sadly. Ever so sadly, didn't see the poor maid who still stood at the head of his bed waiting to be dismissed.

In all honesty, the small but plump maid didn't dare to look any longer. She turnt her back to his actions and coughed into her palm to grab his attention. She paused. Was this her fate? What had she done in her past life to deserve such an alluvion? All these question were bouncing through her mind and it was as if she could physically feel its effect. What she really wanted to know was if he was still going? She hesitantly turnt round to see if she was in the free zone. She doesn't know why because common sense was suppose to tell her to listen out for her queue to turn back round. But common sense at this point and the time seemed to not be working. Dejectedly when she fully turnt her presence towards her master, she was met with an arched back Kris and an even faster than before jerking movement from underneath the covers.