Everyone's Gay | Food Fantasy

Chapter 5

10:30 AM
Saturday, Satan's Coffee House Closed

"Macaron, are you sure about this?"

"He once told us in his drunken state that you in a maid's dress is his guilty pleasure. You'll be fine, Napoleon, unless he wants to do it with you."

"W- WHAT?! WHAT?!"

Chocolate couldn't help but guffaw at the growing blush staining Napoleon's cheeks, leaning against his closet in his room to steady himself as tears pricked his eyes. "OH MY GOD! HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT PASTEL'S INNOCENT!"

"You guys are really having fun with this." Escargot pointed out, sitting on Chocolate's bed beside Napoleon with his pillow propped in front of him, arms wrapped around the cushion, eyes hooded with sleep.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime, Escargot." Crepe grinned as she forcefully shoved a choker around Napoleon's neck so he could look more sexy in the dress. "So we're fully taking advantage of it!"

"Guys, Pastel's back! He's in the main room." Coffee's head popped up from the doorway to notify the 5 of them of said male's presence. With a shove, Napoleon reluctantly stood up from his sitting position and waddled out the room, a hand behind his back to hold the skirt down to cover the undergarment, the other picking on the black fishnets.

"Pastel, we have a surprise for you!" Coffee threw an arm over his shoulders and led him him towards the kitchen where the staff of the coffee house and Sweets and Rifles are located.

"I swear if this is—." Pastel's words died in his throat when his eyes met the figure of Napoleon Cake in a maid's dress — more specifically similar to Brownie's Deadly Agent costume; ears and all. "Holy shit..."

Knowing it's their cue to leave, the rest quietly shuffled out the kitchen, Brownie having the guts to flip the sign to Closed and turned off the lights before leaving the two completely alone.

"They better not start fucking in the kitchen." Eclair joked, wheezing as he led the group to Sweets and Rifles house.

"Pastel has the common sense to not do that." Chocolate answered, but a smirk slowly graced his lips at a kinky thought. "Though it's kinky if they used the cream."

"Oh god why did you and Coffee adopt me?" Brownie muttered under his breath, face palming as he clung onto B-52's side to escape the teasing wrath of the duo.

ChocoCoffee adopted Brownie, change my mind

Napoleon crossed his legs as his fingers tried to tug down the skirt to hide his mid-thighs, a dark red tint colouring his cheeks and head tilting to the side, eyes refusing to look at the taller male in front of him as it took notice of his shoes.

Hesitant, Pastel approached the shy male and stopped in front of him, a hand lifting up to gently grab his chin and tilting his head to face him, yet red eyes refused to do so; for him, it's unusual for him to see the other male in this state — shy, quiet, and not bugging him for sweets.

"Napoleon, look at me." Pastel whispered with a demanding tone to it which made said male shift his eyes to properly look at him, his breath hitching in his throat when he noticed lust clouding behind the other's eyes, the space between their faces barely centimetres apart to the point he could feel Pastel's breath fanning his face.