Koneko ran inside just barely escaping the harsh drops of rain that were being blown towards him, it was no longer the light drizzle from when he first left to go to the market. He blew air through his parted lips and took a deep breath, but the air hit his lungs too quickly. The temperature of the house seemed to drop with the storm front edging its way closer overhead. From the other room, he hears his roommate Naku groan out uncomfortably, so used to the constant warmth of their home, now shuffling around for a blanket.

'This is a perfect time' He thinks, setting down the knapsack full of fresh vegetables from the market and a small glass jar of butter which he picked up from his friend. He was skeptical about it, but this storm had brought about the perfect opportunity to make some soup. He opened the cupboard doors and pulled out a few small jars of dried herbs, placing them on the dark oak counter.

He unrolled some cheesecloth and pulled a few sprigs of thyme and parsley out of it. While his cutting board was cleaned and knife sharpened, he carefully picked out which vegetables he would be putting into the soup, grabbing a few medium potatoes and a bundle of carrots. The rare onion and garlic bulb were pulled from a smaller cloth bag and he placed it next to the other vegetables.

Koneko thought about making his own stock but remembered the leftover mushroom stock that Naku had prepared just a few nights prior. He opened their ice chest and pulled it out, placing it next to the stovetop as he gathered a clothed basket full of mushrooms he could chop and throw with the stock as it heated. So he did that. Meticulously and quickly chopping the fresh herbs first, adding them to the broth.

He grabbed a potato and dipped it in a bowl of room temperature water, using the heels of his palms and his thumbs to wash away any dirt that could still be on it, afterward laying them on his cutting board and cubing them, leaving the skin, and dicing up the cheeks he sliced off too. It was thrown in the broth along with a halved onion that he had peeled, saving the other half for a rough dicing. The carrots were next, from the tip to their top Wilbur sliced them, fairly quickly. Nothing was odd about them so far despite what the market vendor had told him, so he continued chopping them, scooping them up with his knife, and throwing them in the pot which was starting to emit a wonderful aroma.

Koneko finished chopping the carrots but grabbed the last one, the energy surrounding it was different. Was it the storm? He looked out the window and back to the carrot which leaked an aura of something... Something Wilbur did not want to discover further today. So, to the best of his ability, he shakes off whatever thoughts it gave him and chops it up, a bit more roughly than the others, and throws it in the pot.

The aromas get stronger for a few seconds but simmer down after Koneko finishes adding the rest of the dried herbs and spices that he had brought out earlier. He crushes a few garlic cloves with the flat of his knife and the weight of his hand and slips them out of their skin, tossing them into the pot nonchalantly.

The soup mixture had already begun to boil so Koneko added his last few ingredients mainly the liquid ones, like a splash of milk and the butter he had received from his dear friend. If what they said were true, the soup would have no problem warming them both up. Wilbur let the soup simmer, stirring it occasionally, waiting for the time to put in the egg noodles he had prepared earlier that day before he left for the market.

Almost an hour later the soup was complete, or almost complete at least. Koneko had to take a small taste just before he served it, to test the flavor. Although from the aromas that filled the kitchen, it had to be good, it was one of the best scents that had filled it since Naku made pumpkin pie. He breathed in deeply, grabbing a golden spoon and clinking it against the pot, unprepared for tasting such a dish.

The colors were honeyed and it steamed up in his face, fogging his glasses. Koneko took them off and wiped the lenses with an untucked shirt corner and delicately laid them on a nearby dishcloth. His fingers gripped the handle of the spoon and dipped it into the softly simmering soup, lifting it up and blowing on it lightly. He wrapped his lips around the spoon and ignored the heat in as he swallowed it, eyes closed tight.

'Huh?' Koneko took the spoon from his mouth and looked at its shine. The soup was good, too good, but it was missing something... He stared down at the pot of soup, the simmering had already gone down and it was beginning to cool. He looked from his spoon to the soup, somehow it had entranced him again, which was natural given how savory and delectable it already was. But what if he added just one more ingredient? Wilbur licked his lips and swallowed; he couldn't be sweating already, not with these temperatures. But, with the way he was feeling... he knew what he could do.

He ladled the soup into two carved wooden bowls, setting one in front of him on the counter and the other bowl farther up on the counter to cool more. Koneko braced his hands on the wooden countertop and stared down into the bowl, its scent was enticing him to go further, so he did.

Koneko closed his eyes and tossed his head back to the ceiling as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He questioned his own intentions as his eyes shot open when he pulled himself out from his boxers. Was he really about to do this? He felt a moment of weakness as the soup's aroma surrounded him completely captivating him with its potency. He licked his palm and glanced around the kitchen, Naku was nowhere in sight, probably sleeping, which was for the better with what he was about to do.

He looked back down at the soup, too memorized to think about what he was doing. He moved his hand to grasp his dick and he clenched his teeth, the steam from the soup was already warming him up but he decided to go further. Wilbur dipped the tips of his fingers into the soup testing its temperature; it was still quite warm but nothing he couldn't handle. He rubbed the broth off on the head of his **** and he slowly dipped it into the soup, taking a deep inhale through his nose as he gripped the counter edge with his other hand. It tingled and throbbed, enjoying the heat that surrounded it like a warm bath, no different than his weekly trips to the hot springs below their house to take a relaxing break from the world.

The vegetables in the soup moved around him, adding texture and movement to his experience. Unfortunately for him, the heat only reached halfway since he couldn't go all the way in, having this escape from the chill around barely work. Until he felt something change.

He felt hot and good and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out loud from the sudden flood of warmth all throughout his body. With his feet still steady on the ground, he felt himself crumble internally, his mind was blowing away with the rain. His eyelids fluttered and his grip on the counter relaxed, too many thoughts were entering his mind at once, not one being why he did this, but why it felt so good? Why could he feel the warmth inside without even tasting it? The tingles it gave him... like little shocks to his core. He could feel the storm overhead in his mind but it was slowly being washed away with every splash of broth against his dick.

He started to sweat, or maybe he already was but he just noticed now. The soup should've been cooling down since he put his dick in it, but it seemed to have a mind of its own and adjusted its own temperature to what Wilbur didn't know he needed. He gasped when it spiked for a second, eyes rolling back and his breathing quickened. He sensed a pressure drop around him and he shuttered.

He didn't even know if he was close, feeling the tight knot grow inside ever since he laid his fingers on the carrots from earlier, now that same rope was pulled taut, ready to break if given the chance. The flames had edged their way towards this dripping rope for too long, they flickered and crackled beneath it, waiting for it to dry up and snap, releasing himself.

Koneko crumbled.

He couldn't stand it any longer, his fingers tapped at the dark oak, tracing around the raised wood and he came. The final ingredient, Himself. He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath, the heat going to his head as he tried to get ahold of himself. He pulled his dick out of the soup, grabbing a nearby dishcloth and drying it off, then tucking it away with trembling hands. He takes the golden spoon from the counter and stirs the soup around, lifting up yet another spoonful.

And he takes a bite.

Koneko gets a warmth shock to his core and melts but lays the spoon down and goes to wash his hands, humming to himself trying to recollect his missing mind. He smiles and ignores the sound of Naku walking into the kitchen, tiredly complimenting the smell of his cooking, and the sound of a wooden bowl being taken as he leaves. A small remark about no chives doesn't escape his ears but when he turns around to confront, the bowl that he set out for Naku is still there.