Soft lips slowly ran over tanned skin. Sengoku wasn't expecting it, he was just minding his own business talking to his boyfriend during breakfast when the other just attacked him; not that he really minded of course.

Echizen had sat himself down onto the older's lap, his tongue pushing its way into Kiyosumi's mouth.

Sengoku, feeling excited about everything that was happening so quickly, decided to make his own move, slipping his hand under Ryoma's shirt, feeling the smooth, creamy skin.

Then, Echizen stood up, walking straight back to his seat and sitting down, continuing his breakfast of toast and milk.

Sengoku let out a loud cry of distress and pouted at the other.

"You should have thought before calling Karupin's haircut stupid." He mumbled, taking a bite of his toast and lifting up a magazine to cover his face as he read.

Sengoku huffed and sadly began to continue his own breakfast of, now, cold coffee.