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“Uh, you might want to let the water simmer now,” Shihou instructs.
“What’s that one again?” Yoichi asks.
Yoichi giggles as Shihou adjusts his glasses in annoyance. “Turn the knob down so that the water won’t bubble up. We can’t dunk in the ingredients when the water is too hot because that’ll make them go all mushy.”
“Gotcha, chef,” Yoichi salutes him. He hops away from the stove (after doing what he’s been told) until he is stood behind Shihou.
“What are you doing now?” Shihou asks as he takes the chopping board out and prepares to mince the chicken they are having soon (hopefully).
Yoichi doesn’t answer; instead, he wraps his arms around Shihou’s broad back. He has to stand on his tippy toes in order for him to plant a long, loud kiss on the back of Shihou’s head.
“No distractions, please,” Shihou demands. “I’m trying to make this look nice.”
Yoichi pouts. “That’s no fun,” he mutters. He walks his fingers across Shihou’s sides until they are walking a slow, sensuous path down Shihou’s thigh. “We’ve done nothing but confine ourselves to your lovely kitchen for the last half hour.”
Yoichi hears Shihou’s breath hitches in his throat when the tips of Yoichi’s fingers brush the front of his trousers. Grinning, he slides his hand up to his boyfriend’s belt. “The food can wait. Besides, I’m not that hungry.”
Shihou gulps. “I . . . I haven’t done that much with guys.”
Yoichi spins Shihou around. “’S okay. We can just jerk each other off for starters. Or I can suck you off. You can even fuck my mouth if you’d like.” The brunet doesn’t miss it when Shihou’s eyes dilate at that.
He drops to his knees and makes quick work of ridding the clothes that are in his way. He ignores Shihou when he starts to protest about him doing all the work as he helps Shihou out of his tight boxers. Even mostly soft, Shihou’s size makes Yoichi’s mouth water.
Oh he’s going to have fun this one, alright.
As long as someone doesn’t intervene, of course.