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He wants to cook	By : weelow Category: Dir en grey > General Views: 1052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-He wants to cook
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Disclamer: All right boys and girls. I don’t own anyone or get any money of this. Shit.

Notes: This is such a tease.
Please, tell me which couple you think is in the kitchen and which one of them is doing and what.

He wants to cook

He wants to cook. Oh, it sounds so innocent but I know better. To me it’s a sweet torture.
It’s not like he wouldn’t know how to cook. He knows how to cook, believe me. But it’s just that he doesn’t know how to do it clean.
Now he wants to bake muffins. Chocolate muffins.
I feel electric shocks in my spine.

He leans to take things from the fridge looking purposeful.
Even thinking of him doing muffins makes me hiss silently through my teeth.
He looks at me and smiles.
“Do you want to be my little helper?”
Hell yeah I do. No power in this universe could force me to leave this kitchen right now when you are starting to make baking.
Am I twisted as I enjoy watching this scene? Nobody else turns me on as cooking. But he sure does.
Maybe nobody else makes so much mess as he does.

I wonder how you haven’t been able to notice me appearing to the kitchen door every time you make mess, I mean you cook. Some things just do not open up to you, huh?
He opens the powder bag to measure some and a gentle layer of it puffs into his face.
Fuck I’m glad some things just do not open up to you.

There’s an egg on the floor. He dropped it. Then he just shrugged his shoulder and took a new one.
This kitchen is small and he has heated the oven so hot it makes everything burn.
Also he makes everything burn. Every single spot of me is on fire.
And this kitchen is too small for two of us but he does not notice it. He just pushes me away from him and I step right into the broken egg on the floor.
So things are getting sticky, huh?

“I need some sugar. Could you hand me some?”
Oh hell. He NEEDS sugar? Badly? I’ll give him some. I’ll give him plenty.
Yes, you can have this candy right here right now.
He looks at me curiously and it makes me gulp and control myself. I hand the sugar to him though I would prefer him coming closer and taking it himself. I would prefer teasing him to come closer and force him to reach it from behind me. But I hand the sugar to him.

Later on I realize that this is because I want to see him make more mess with that sugar.
I’m perverted old fag. And that’s for sure.

Heat makes him sweat. And it makes me sweat.
I garb a steadier hold from the edge of the table.
“It’s so hot”, he says and reaches to strip his sweater.
He has a sleeveless white shirt under his shirt and I can see his smooth skin right under my nose.

Chocolate’s scent fills the small kitchen. It smells so sweet. He’s more sweeter.
Now he splits the plate with knife and I can see his muscles tighten under his skin.
He dries his forehead with his wrist and it leaves a ray of chocolate into his temple.
He smiles at me.
“It’s getting quite hot, right?”
He repeats things to me like I was some kind of retarded. Maybe the expression on my face makes me look like one.
Just look at him! Yay, it’s hot alright. And I think I want this never to end.

“Nice and easy. We wouldn’t want to burn this thing, now would we”, he mutters and starts to melt the
chocolate. Sweet smell gets stronger.
I close my eyes and I can sense his present. I imagine what I would like to do right now.
I would like to open my eyes, stroke the frying pan to the floor from his hands and tell him to start rub himself with that liquid chocolate. He would be on the floor on his knees.
I imagine his golden brown skin with that teasing mess. It would be perfect.

I would love him to look at me finally with those dark eyes of his and see me. See me as I am. See how turned on I am. See how much I would enjoy of him touching me. Touch me, please. Gently.
I imagine some more and now I can see him raising from the floor.
He takes his white shirt off and looks at me and sees me.
His eyes are flashing and he comes closer… closer. And he would come so close I could sense his warm body standing beside me.

“Are you awake?” he suddenly asks and I have to open my eyes.
He looks at me curiously as he pours almost half of the hot chocolate past the dough bowl.
I’m once again so amazed about his perfect messing skills so I can’t answer him.
It doesn’t matter ‘cause he turns his head to look at the new food stain on the kitchen table.
“You can clean it”, he decides and heads to search some muffin cake tins.
I dip my finger to the chocolate and watch his back as he reaches to the top floor. He manages to drop all the cake tins all over him and I become frustrated.
“What’s wrong with your hands? You’re so careless”, I say as I come to collect tins from the floor.
He looks at me and crumples his eyebrows.
“There’s nothing wrong with my hands.”

Suddenly I realize that his face is just couple of tens centimetres away from my face. He has never looked so good before and I’ve never wanted him so badly.
I blush because I think: ‘It’s now or never’.
So I just look at his eyes and his voice fades away under my stare. I lick my finger clean from chocolate and I lean to him.
“Kiss me. Love me”, I say.
And I reach to taste his soft, moist lips. He also tastes sweeter than chocolate. I’m not surprised.
But I can’t believe my luck when he slowly opens his mouth and answers to my groping kiss.

I decide to throw all blockings away between us and I overturn him to the floor.
“I think muffins can wait”, he says.
“I’m feeling naughty. I’m feeling kinda nasty”, I explain my eyes wandering on the walls and back to his
eyes.
He smiles.
I reach for the chocolate bowl.
“And now”, I say sitting on top of him, “I want you to say my name. Say it.”

He did not want to cook anymore. He wanted to play. I was glad.
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