Xero and Nessiah attempt to bake together
Nessiah swung his legs freely, kicking his heels against the cabinet under the counter he was sitting on. The sweet scent of chocolate wafted up from the mixing bowl Xerohn currently had pressed against his middle as he whisked the cake batter, his brows ever so slightly furrowed over his hard, no-nonsense eyes.
Nessiah didn’t even try to offer his bumbling help yet again. He had learned his lesson the last hundreds of times.
Calling Xerohn a beast when he was in his kitchen was an understatement. So was the word overprotective.
Nessiah bit his lip, humming as he watched the thick batter swirl around. Not a single drop flew from the bowl, dirtying the alabaster counters. Nessiah trailed his eyes up from the whisk to Xerohn’s thick fingers and finally, his bare forearm, where lean muscles flexed under his pale skin.
Nessiah gulped and leaned farther back. “Are you done yet?” he couldn’t help but ask. His stomach rumbled again.
All that answered Nessiah was the sound of the batter swirling for several long minutes. As Xerohn slowed down ever so slightly, his eyes darted up to meet Nessiah’s.
“Almost, my prince.” Xerohn’s dark, rumbling voice caused shivers to dance down Nessiah’s back. “Just a little longer, then we can pour the batter into the pans.”
Nessiah twisted his lips to the side. “You are aware that you own machines doing what you’re doing right now, right? Or did you forget about them?”
Xerohn rolled his eyes. “I am aware. But that takes the fun out of it.”
Nessiah shot Xerohn an incredulous look. “Fun?” he mouthed.
Xerohn slowly stopped stirring and tapped the whisk on the inside of the bowl. Twisting his wrist to make sure the chocolate wouldn’t drip off it, he handed the whisk to Nessiah.
“I hope its good enough for you, my prince,” Xerohn practically purred.
“I’m sure it is.” Nessiah gave the whisk a single lick. His eyes widened. He began licking the whisk with more fervor, smiling.
“It’s amazing as always, my king.”
Xerohn grinned goofily, a small purr rumbling in his chest. “I am glad to hear that.” Xerohn left Nessiah’s side to wash his hands for what had to be the fifth time since he started baking before going to fetch the cake pans.
Taking out a blue rubber spatula, Xerohn carefully balanced the bowl of batter in one huge hand as he scooped it out into the pans, smoothing it out as we went. He eyed it carefully, making sure the batter sat perfectly level and smooth.
Nessiah watched Xerohn as he finished up licking all the batter out of the whisk. He rolled his eyes. “Can I like the bowl afterwards too?”
“Of course, my prince,” Xerohn answered after another handful of seconds. Once he had the batter settled, he traded Nessiah’s whisk out with the bowl and spatula. Rushing to wash the whisk quickly, Xerohn fluttered back to the pan of batter, placing it in the oven and setting the timer.
“And all we have to do now is wait,” Xerohn said as he went to, yet again, wash his hands.
Nessiah hummed as he scraped batter out of the bowl with the licked-clean spatula. “I can’t wait!”
Xerohn glanced over and chuckled. Turning the water off, he went to stand before Nessiah, pressing between his hips.
Nessiah squeaked softly, flushing deeply as Xerohn pressed a hand against the counter right next to his hip.
“My prince,” Xerohn murmured. His dark eyes bore straight through Nessiah. “You have a little chocolate on your upper lip.”
Before Nessiah could answer, Xerohn leaned forwards and kissed him sweetly, his tongue darting out clean his upper lip.
When Xerohn pulled back, Nessiah found his breath caught in his chest, his heart hammering against his ribs. He stared at Xerohn, unable to blink, his flush crawling up to the tips of his ears.
Xerohn smiled softly. “Much better.”
Nessiah broke a grin, shaking his head. “You silly, sappy daemon!” Reaching out, Nessiah grabbed Xerohn and dragged him into another long, messy kiss.
The two laughed, trading kisses and touches till the timer dinged.