valhalla.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[in the kitchen, Axel's slumped over the table, a cup of now cold coffee cradled loosely in a hand. poisoned? passed the fuck out? take your pick~]

Comments

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware you were the one giving orders around here. But I suppose just this once.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

I was just asking.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

And I said I would. But hmm, now here's a question. Should I do it with my clothes on or not...

[seems ot be pondering this to himself]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

In my dream, you were wearing nothing but a pink frilly apron~

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Sounds fun.... the door to this kitchen have a lock?

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

Does it matter?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

I suppose it doesn't, if you don't mind a little voyeurism.

[takes off his shirt anyway, revealing his still very much pierced chest]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

[grins, licking his lips at the sight]

Those look stunning.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Didn't think having people watch was your thing. But I'm up for it.

[in fact, he seems a little more aroused than usual at the prospect]

Of course~

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

Baby, I'll try anything once.

[moves from the table to hop up on the counter, watching his lover]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[snorts, taking off his pants as well, but leaving his boxers on]

Find me an apron.

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[digs through the drawers until he finds a frilly pink waist apron that fits the bill. he holds it out to the boy, smirking]

You were completely naked under this~

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[so he slips his boxers off without another word, putting it on]

Now what do you want?

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[licks his lips]

Bunny-shaped pancakes~

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

I never have dreams that weird.

[sighs, getting out the ingredients he needs from the fridge, before moving to look for the patterned pancake makers in a bottom drawer, bending over]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[groans at the sight, squirming on the counter]

Jesus...

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[makes a show of it, bending low and slow until he finds what he's looking for]

Eh, not very cute but close enough.

[gets up slowly, moving to the stove]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[lust-filled eyes watch his every move, tongue darting out to lick his lips]

Oh, I don't know.. it's quite the view from where I'm sitting.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

I do look nice don't I~?

[but he doesn't bother looking at the other, just gets to work on cooking]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

That you do~

[he can't keep his eyes off the blond]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[mixes the batter, licking some off his fingers as he pours it into the pan]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[switches spots, moving to the counter closer to the stove, watching with interest]

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

[flips the pancakes idly, every once in a while licking batter off his fingers]

[blackmailing.livejournal.com]

[leans in, kissing his cheek as he smiles]

Tease~

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Of course. [flips the pancakes onto a plate.]

And there you go.