Here’s the plan: giri choco for the others and some very special honmei choco with a very special ingredient for a very special little bird. Plus a few chocolate-covered strawberries for his favorite little strawberry addict as an extra little treat. He’ll make them look extra cute so that he can’t think of anyone else but him all day long! He just has to make sure he strikes when Hakka’s at home so he can relish in all his cute little reactions without any unfortunate prying eyes. They don’t deserve to see it.

Dark chocolate? Check.

Heavy cream? Check.

Strawberries? Check.

Sedatives? Check.

Now all he had to do was give it to him. Decorative bags in hand, he bangs on the door eager to see him glow and shout as he smiles and thanks him.

“Hakka? Birb? You here?” Flayon asks, doing his best to not sound too excited.

“Give me a minute,” Hakka calls out, shuffling around the room and pushing stuff around.

Hakka beams as he opens the door, slinging an arm around his shoulder and pointedly escorting him into the kitchen. Looking around, the table looks pretty normal. It doesn’t seem like anyone else gave him chocolate yet today. Good. It should stay that way.

Flayon presents his favorite bag, the cutesy purple one trimmed with lace. “I made these for you,” he says, offering it in outstretched hands.

“Oh?” Hakka replies, eyes sparkling as they examine his hands. “And the others?”

“I’ll stop by later, don’t worry. I had to do yours first!”

Eat it. Eat it now. Please eat it.

Flayon purposefully brushes his fingers against Hakka’s as he grabs the bag from his hands with a smile. He peeks inside and leaves it against the table, turning back to grab some things from the cabinet. The clinking of cups makes a pleasant backdrop as he stares at his arms flexing upwards to reach things from the highest shelf. Pretty. Hakka’s always so pretty even if he’s just doing everyday things. He has nice arms too. He wants Hakka to lift him up and hug him and twirl him around. He’d like to see those arms flexing around him as he–

“Flay?”

Oh. Hakka’s got one hand resting on the table as he stares down at his face. He must have gotten lost in the Hakka-haze again. Flayon likes the way he looks at him, the way it’s like he almost wants to eat him whole. That would be nice.

“Sorry baby, I have to do this,” is all the warning he gets before Hakka bends down, stroking his cheek and pressing their mouths together. His tongue pushes something into his mouth as he licks into his mouth and Flayon swallows reflexively, desperate for anything he wants to give him. “You don’t need anyone else. You don’t need to go anywhere else, okay?”

His smile sharpens as he leads him softly over to the couch. He wasn’t going to leave yet anyway, not until Hakka tried his chocolate and he could have some fun with him. He played around with his fingers, tapping mindless patterns against his skin until he began to grow drowsy. Maybe a nap then… Machinight…

When Flayon woke up, he was draped across the padded floor and swaddled in blankets. Cozy. Hakka must have moved him to his bedroom, judging from the crocodile plushie leaning against his bed in the corner. He’s just so sweet and considerate, isn’t he?

“Do you like it, Machi? I made it with you in mind,” Hakka calls from above, running his fingers along the bars. “A pretty cage for my pretty pet.”

It really is nice work too, just about the right size for him and with plenty of padding to keep him comfortable. Flayon was actually looking at similar sizes for… personal reasons. It’s a good sign too, a sign that Hakka is getting more interested in him. He could get out if he wanted to, but he’ll save that for later when the time’s right. Hakka has that look in his eyes again, that crazed look like he just wants to own every part of him. It’s electrifying. Flayon wants him to keep staring at him just like that forever. He'll make sure it happens.

Flayon giggles, cheeks flushing at the thought. “Did you like the chocolate?”

“I was waiting for you, baby boy,” Hakka responds, unperturbed at his apparent nonchalance.

He softens a little as he stares at them, fingers tracing over the little “stroberri?” spelled out over each one.

“Sweet like you,” he says, licking his fingers and lying down on the futon beside the cage to stare at him.

Vaguely, Flayon wonders what he did with the other chocolate he brought. It doesn’t really matter though, not as long as he enjoyed his special choco. The proof of his feelings. A hidden confession. Hakka smiles tenderly as he reaches his hand towards his own through the bars of the cage, eyes drooping as the minutes pass. He’s like a doll when he’s like this, so soft and pretty.

Flayon hums to himself as he waits a bit to be really sure. After half an hour, he slips the door open and crawls halfway out to touch him properly.

“Hakka?” he whispers, poking at his cheek.

No response.

Flayon reaches over again, shaking his shoulder and calling his name a little louder.

Nothing.

Perfect. He trusted the drugs to work for long enough to get things done. He did plenty of research in advance to prepare for this day, after all.

Flayon climbed fully out and turned him upright, straddling his hips. Even through his pants, he could feel him underneath him. Hakka’s so warm beneath him, so perfect. He can’t wait to see what he looks like when he’s hard.

He bites his lip as he moves lower, face level with his crotch as he tugs his pants down along with his boxers. He wraps his right hand around Hakka's cock, reveling in the weight in his hand as he caresses his stomach with his left. He's so heavy, even when he’s still soft.

Flayon begins to stroke him carefully, drinking in every detail. The way his breath hitches, the way he shifts in his sleep, the warmth, the weight, everything. His hips gently bucked in his sleep as he fucked into his hand. He moaned as he gently spread his pre-come down his length with his thumb. He wanted to know what he tasted like.

“Just like that, Hakka” he murmurs, tongue laving across his lips.

He lowered himself down, licking an experimental stripe up his length before suckling on the tip. Slow at first, then faster, then messier. His saliva dribbled down Hakka’s length until it met his fingers at the base. Flayon moved the head around his mouth, relishing in the way it would stretch his cheeks before positioning him deeper. He sucked a little and moves his tongue, moaning when Hakka throbs in his mouth. Having Hakka inside him makes him feel dizzy. He feels so heavy against his lips. It feels so right. He should have done this a long time ago.

Flayon always knew he’d be so perfect, just like this.

He mouths at the vein going from base to tip before licking at the pre-come pooling at the head. Lowering himself, he went further, gently gagging as he hit the back of his throat, making sure his mouth was as slick as it can be. He sits there, relishing in the taste, until his lungs begin to burn.

“I love you,” he whispers as he nuzzles into his crotch.

Flayon sinks down once again, adjusting his knees to get a better angle. Hakka’s cock seemed to grow even stiffer in his mouth as he forced himself down faster. He grabs his hands, tenderly intertwining their fingers, every inhale punctuated by a moan as he chases more. He wonders what he would look like, almost wishes Hakka would open his eyes right this moment and rut into his mouth. He’d flip them over, thrusting mercilessly into his mouth as Flayon’s hands clutched against his hips for purchase.

His jaw began to ache as he went even faster, chasing that fantasy. Hakka using him mercilessly, his good little kitty. Hakka taking him until he passes out, until he’s sobbing from the stimulation. Hakka tying him up. Flayon returning the favor, binding his hands and taking him nice and slow. Releasing one hand, he caressed his face before bringing it down to his dick. Keeping his strokes in time with his motions, he groaned, chasing the peak.

He swallows around Hakka’s cock, heart racing as Hakka almost whines in his sleep. He’s so pretty. Flayon whimpered as he pulled himself up, returning his attention to the tip. He moaned as he felt Hakka twitch, spilling into his mouth. He tasted… sweet. Bitter but sweet, because everything about Hakka is a little sweet.

He wanted his cum everywhere, inside and out, but this was fine for now. Flayon grabbed Hakka’s hand and used it to clean off his face, gathering the cum that spilled out his lips onto his fingers. He licked them one by one, pretending like it was Hakka forcing his cum back into his mouth as he sucked on his talons.

Such a good boy , he would say, pushing them forwards until Flayon’s choking around him.

Worth every effort, he thought, as he tucked Hakka back into his pants and cleaned himself off a little. Hakka sighed in his sleep as he brushed his fingers through his hair. Operation: Valentines was definitely a success!

Once he was done, Flayon crawled back into the cage, fully sated. Securing the door behind him, he lay his head on the pillow and drifted back to sleep, comforted by thoughts of his favorite birb. Better to stay here for a while like a cute little pet until Hakka can’t bear to look away, until he’s so obsessed with him that he can’t think about anything else. He needs to be his: mind, body, and soul. Then they can have the real thing once he's sure that Hakka will love him forever. The cage was already a pretty good start.