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writetomyheart2015-12-15 05:52 am
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[Team Three] Kiss the Cook
Chocolate pudding had seemed like a good idea - it was supposed to be easy to make and pretty much everybody liked it. Except he’d been stirring this pudding for nearly twenty minutes and it was still kind of liquid and there were bits floating in it and maybe there was a splatter or two on his apron too.
“Dude, what did you do to my mom’s kitchen?” Juri asked, second batch of cookies safely in the oven.
Hokuto looked up from the bowl of not-quite-pudding. There was a splattering of pudding not only on his apron, there were splashes on the wall as well and on most of the cupboards and drawers. There was even some on the floor, and he was almost sure there was one lonely spot on the ceiling. “Uhm…”
Juri’s fingers closed over his, pulling the bowl and whisk out of his hands. “Seriously, what kind of helper are you?”
“A cute one?” Hokuto suggested, ducking his head to let his hair fall in his eyes.
Juri set the bowl down firmly. “Stop that, you.”
Juri clearly didn’t mean it though, because just a moment later Hokuto found himself pushed back against the counter with Juri’s body pressed close against him. The taste of chocolate probably didn’t come from Juri’s lips, but with Juri’s tongue brushing eagerly against his and Juri’s hands rubbing up and down his back, Hokuto wasn’t much concerned with possible chocolate pudding stains on his face.
One of his hands ended up in Juri’s hair, which might or might not have been a stupid decision depending on how much Juri would mind washing pudding out of his hair later on, but it made Juri moan and grind against him harder, so Hokuto really couldn’t have cared less just at that moment.
His jeans were getting kind of tight and even through two sets of jeans and two aprons, Hokuto could feel that Juri wasn’t exactly unaffected either. Opening Juri’s pants one-handed and with two aprons in the way wasn’t easy, but Hokuto wasn’t about to let go off Juri’s hair or draw back enough to get the aprons out of the way.
After quite some fumbling, he’d gotten Juri’s zipper undone, but at the first touch of his fingers to Juri’s cock, Juri drew back and cursed. “Fuck! The cookies!”
With pants half open, Juri ran to save his cookies, barely taking the time to put on the oven mitts. A hectic three minutes later, the cookies were safely cooling on the rack and the next batch was baking.
“There’s some pudding on your face,” Hokuto said, pointing at the smear of chocolate high on Juri’s right cheekbone.
“There’s pudding in your brain,” Juri replied, throwing one of his oven mitts at Hokuto’s head. “Get your ass in the shower while I clean up here.”
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“Dude, what did you do to my mom’s kitchen?” Juri asked, second batch of cookies safely in the oven.
Hokuto looked up from the bowl of not-quite-pudding. There was a splattering of pudding not only on his apron, there were splashes on the wall as well and on most of the cupboards and drawers. There was even some on the floor, and he was almost sure there was one lonely spot on the ceiling. “Uhm…”
Juri’s fingers closed over his, pulling the bowl and whisk out of his hands. “Seriously, what kind of helper are you?”
“A cute one?” Hokuto suggested, ducking his head to let his hair fall in his eyes.
Juri set the bowl down firmly. “Stop that, you.”
Juri clearly didn’t mean it though, because just a moment later Hokuto found himself pushed back against the counter with Juri’s body pressed close against him. The taste of chocolate probably didn’t come from Juri’s lips, but with Juri’s tongue brushing eagerly against his and Juri’s hands rubbing up and down his back, Hokuto wasn’t much concerned with possible chocolate pudding stains on his face.
One of his hands ended up in Juri’s hair, which might or might not have been a stupid decision depending on how much Juri would mind washing pudding out of his hair later on, but it made Juri moan and grind against him harder, so Hokuto really couldn’t have cared less just at that moment.
His jeans were getting kind of tight and even through two sets of jeans and two aprons, Hokuto could feel that Juri wasn’t exactly unaffected either. Opening Juri’s pants one-handed and with two aprons in the way wasn’t easy, but Hokuto wasn’t about to let go off Juri’s hair or draw back enough to get the aprons out of the way.
After quite some fumbling, he’d gotten Juri’s zipper undone, but at the first touch of his fingers to Juri’s cock, Juri drew back and cursed. “Fuck! The cookies!”
With pants half open, Juri ran to save his cookies, barely taking the time to put on the oven mitts. A hectic three minutes later, the cookies were safely cooling on the rack and the next batch was baking.
“There’s some pudding on your face,” Hokuto said, pointing at the smear of chocolate high on Juri’s right cheekbone.
“There’s pudding in your brain,” Juri replied, throwing one of his oven mitts at Hokuto’s head. “Get your ass in the shower while I clean up here.”
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I swear, Hokuto was born to wear pink aprons! XDDD I'm reminded of that time he was cutting bamboo shoots and Yasui was admiring him~ *laughs*
Loved this~~ ^w^
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