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The kitchen looked like a war zone.
There was flour everywhere—on the counters, on the floor, inexplicably on the ceiling. A single egg had somehow been knocked to the floor and was slowly leaking out of its shell on the tile. Seungmin stood in the doorway, arms crossed, surveying the scene as though it were a natural disaster on the evening news.
In the middle of it all, wearing an apron that said "Kiss the Cook… please?" absolutely covered in flour himself, was Felix.
"I can explain," Felix said, holding up a wooden spoon. Batter dripped onto his shoe.
"Can you?" Seungmin asked, stepping carefully through the space. "Because I left the room for less than a minute. What could have possibly happened?"
“I couldn’t get the flour bag open!” Felix complained, his Australian accent thickening with his embarrassment. He gestured wildly with the spoon, sending more batter flying. “I kept pulling on it and then… it just…”
“Exlpoded?” Seungmin suggested.
“Yes!”
Seungmin stared at him. Then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “This really doesn’t help our track record.”
“It’s fine,” Felix argued. “It’s salvageable, I swear. It’s just flour—it looks worse than it is!”
"Right…" Seungmin stepped over the egg. “How about you clean this up and I’ll finish the cookies?”
"What?” Felix looked at him, appalled. “No way. I’m not letting you take all the glory for my success."
“This… is success?” Seungmin looked pointedly at the mess around them.”Jeez, I’d hate to see a failure.”
“This,” Felix dropped a flour-covered hand onto Seungming’s shoulder. “is part of the process. The batter itself is fine. Let’s finish them together, and then I’ll clean up.”
Seungmin narrowed his eyes. “You’re just hoping I’ll get fed up enough to clean everything myself, aren’t you?”
"No," Felix said, biting his lip.
Seungmin rolled his eyes. He really should have been annoyed. The kitchen was a disaster, they'd be cleaning for an hour minimum, and there was probably flour in places that would attract ants for weeks. But Felix was looking at him, hopeful and bright, and his apron was doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was wearing shorts so short they might as well have been underwear, riding up his thighs as he moved, revealing skin that was somehow still golden despite how much of his time was spent indoors. Not to mention his white tank top that was, for all intents and purposes, see-through, and… wait, what was he supposed to be focusing on?
"Earth to Seungmin…" Felix poked his shoulder and sang his name, noticing he’d drifted off into thought.
Seungmin blinked.
Felix raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
"I was trying to figure out how you got chocolate on your knee."
Felix looked down at his own legs. "Oh. I dropped the chips."
"Of course you did."
"Hey, I also measured everything. The wet ingredients are perfect. The dry ingredients are just... a work in progress."
"Get a trash bag," Seungmin sighed, moving toward the pantry to grab the broom. "We'll just clean as we go, and—” he turned, pointing at Felix. “Put. down. the. spoon.”
Felix set the spoon down on the counter, leaving a sticky puddle that would definitely need scrubbing later—but at least it wasn’t dripping onto the floor anymore.
Seungmin swept flour into piles while Felix wiped things down, his movements significantly less frantic with Seungmin’s presence nearby. The tank top under his apron had shifted at some point, one strap sliding down his shoulder, and Seungmin kept finding his eyes drawn to the pale strip of skin it revealed, dusted with flour.
"Pass me that wet cloth?" Felix asked, holding out a hand without looking up.
Seungmin grabbed one from the sink, but when he turned back, Felix was reaching for something on a high shelf, his shirt riding up completely on one side. The apron strings had loosened, hanging low on his hips, and Seungmin could see the sharp cut of his hipbone, the way his waist narrowed before leading into those ridiculous shorts.
"Seungmin?"
"Here." He thrust the cloth forward, looking away quickly.
Felix took it, his fingers brushing Seungmin's.
“You okay? You’re all… red.”
“Yeah, it’s just warm in here, cause the oven…” Seungmin trailed off, stopping himself mid gesture when he caught the look Felix was giving him. His expression made it clear that he wasn’t buying the excuse. Seungmin flushed further. “Leave me alone.”
Felix laughed. “Oh, absolutely not. You like me all messy, don’t you?” His tone was teasing.
“I do not,” Seungmin corrected. “I like you barely clothed—the circumstances are irrelevant.”
His admission shocked another delighted laugh out of Felix. “Good to know. Maybe next time I’ll wear nothing but the apron.”
Seungmin’s dick twitched, but he stanchly ignored it, scoffing instead. “You’ll burn yourself. And I’ll let you do the explaining when the ER nurses ask how it happened.”
Felix only laughed again and went back to cleaning. But now he put an intentional arch into his back and seemed to be constantly crossing Seungmin’s path, brushing a hand across his waist to scoot past him, pressing close beside him to wipe off the same section of counter a second time, and just generally going out of his way to drive Seungmin insane.
Nonetheless, they managed to get the kitchen into a state that could generously be called "functional"—the egg was gone, the flour was mostly consolidated into one sad pile, and the counters were clear enough that they wouldn't be working directly on a layer of debris.
Seungmin pulled forward the bowl of wet ingredients Felix had mixed earlier, peering into it with concern.
"I think the butter's separating."
"Let me see." Felix leaned over his shoulder, close enough for Seungmin to smell the vanilla lingering on his skin. It was hard to tell whether it was something intentional—a cologne—or just another byproduct of the blonde’s hazardous kitchen nature.
"It's fine,” he said. “We'll mix it again when we add the dry stuff."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Felix reached around him for the flour, his chest pressing briefly against Seungmin’s back. “Trust me. I’m a baking savant, aren’t I?”
“Something like that…”
The dough came together slowly, thick and glossy, and Felix kept stopping to show him—"Look how it pulls," he said, lifting the spoon to demonstrate the stretch of it, his arm flexing.
“Don’t over-mix it,” Seungmin warned.
“I know. I know.”
“Then scoop it onto the tray already."
Felix scooped out a rough ball and dropped it onto the sheet. "There. That one's yours."
"Why?"
"It's ugly. Don’t rush me.”
“What the hell?” Seungmin huffed out a laugh. “Fine. Next time I’ll let you fend for yourself.”
“Not if I’m naked under my apron, you won’t.” Felix wiggled his eyebrows, going for the next scoop of batter.
“You basically are naked under your apron—if you tried to wear that outfit out of the house I’d call Chan to scold you.”
“Ooo, very threatening,” Felix said sarcastically.
They got twelve cookies onto the sheet, all but one perfectly rounded and smooth. Seungmin slid them into the oven while Felix set the timer for twelve minutes. They spent the cooking time properly cleaning up, washing dishes and dumping the sacrificial flour pile. Seungmin refused to let Felix escape the obligation, even as the blonde complained about having already worked so hard and deserving a break.
Just as they finished up, the timer dinged.
Seungmin pulled the tray out, the heat washing over his face, and set it on the stovetop.
The edges of the cookies were just brown enough, the centers soft and puffy, the chocolate melted into glossy pools that immediately made his mouth water.
He had to admit, they came out amazing.
"We did it," Felix whispered, his voice hushed like he was witnessing a miracle. "Seungmin, look. Look at them. They're perfect. We’re geniuses."
"We followed a recipe, Felix."
"Perfectly! Our curse is broken!" Felix was practically vibrating, his hands fluttering around the tray like he wanted to touch the cookies but knew better. "We didn't burn them. This is—this is a historic moment!"
He spun around, grabbing Seungmin's hands, pulling him into an impromptu dance that involved more jumping than actual dancing. His face was lit up with pure, unfiltered joy, eyes crinkled at the corners, dimples deep enough to get lost in.
"We made food, Seungmin! Edible food! Together!" Felix laughed, breathless, still gripping Seungmin's hands tight. "Do you know what this means? We can do anything! We could open a bakery! We could—"
He was still talking, still celebrating, but Seungmin had stopped listening. He was watching Felix's mouth move, watching the way his shoulders shifted beneath that thin white tank top, watching the way his shorts bunched further with each jump.
"—could probably make bread next, or maybe a cake, though cakes are scarier, but if we can do cookies we can definitely do—"
One moment Seungmin was watching Felix celebrate their victory, and the next he was crossing the distance between them, hands coming up to cup Felix's face, pulling him into a kiss that tasted like sugar and vanilla.
Felix made a surprised noise against his mouth, stiffening for half a second before melting into it, his hands sliding up Seungmin's chest to grip his shoulders. "Oh," he breathed when they broke apart, his pupils blown wide, his lips already pink and swollen.
"You were... " Seungmin started, his voice rougher than he intended. "You're very..."
Felix’s smile morphed into a grin, wicked and delighted. "Very irresistible when I successfully bake? Very—"
"Very naked under that apron," Seungmin finished, his hands sliding down to grip Felix's waist, thumbs brushing against bare skin where the tank top had ridden up.
Felix pressed himself closer, close enough that Seungmin could feel the heat of him, the length of him gradually hardening against his thigh. Felix’s hands moved to Seungmin's belt, working it open quickly.
Seungmin laughed, the sound turning into a groan as Felix's hand slipped into his pants, wrapping around him. "We should go to the bed—"
"Too far," Felix said, already pushing Seungmin back against the counter, the one they'd spent the majority of their time cleaning. "Let me fuck you here. While we can still smell the victory cookies."
“We—just cleaned,” Seungmin tried to argue, but was already bracing himself against the counter as Felix shoved down his pants and underwear to properly hold his cock.
"We'll clean again after," Felix murmured, his breath hot against Seungmin's neck as he worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Seungmin gasped, his head falling back as Felix's thumb swept over the head of his cock, spreading the bead of precome there.
"Don’t I deserve a reward?" Felix said, dropping to his knees right there on the tiled floor.
Seungmin's hands gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white as Felix took him into his mouth without preamble, hot and wet and impossibly perfect. He could feel the flat of Felix's tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, tracing the vein there. He could feel the slight bump of Felix's chin against his balls as he took him deeper.
"Fuck," Seungmin breathed, looking down to find Felix looking back up at him, those brown eyes dark and wanting, his lips stretched around Seungmin's length. Felix pulled back slowly, dragging his tongue along the length of him, swirling it around the sensitive ridge beneath the head before diving back down, taking him deeper this time, his nose brushing against Seungmin's stomach. The suction was relentless, Felix's head bobbing with a rhythm that had Seungmin's thighs trembling within minutes.
"Felix," he warned, his voice cracking. "Felix, I'm already—"
Felix pulled off with a wet pop sound, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips slick and shiny. "Not yet," he said.
He stood up, pressing against Seungmin, his own cock hard and insistent against Seungmin's hip through those ridiculous shorts. "Up," Felix urged, his hands gripping Seungmin's waist. "Get up on the counter."
Seungmin boosted himself up, his bare ass hitting the cool marble, the temperature making him gasp. Felix immediately pushed his thighs apart, stepping between them, and then he was sinking back to his knees, his face level with Seungmin's hips.
"Fuck, look at you," Felix breathed, his hands sliding up Seungmin's thighs, pushing them wider. "All spread out for me in my kitchen.”
"Your kitchen?" Seungmin managed, his voice cracking as Felix's fingers danced along his legs, teasing.
"Our kitchen," Felix amended, pressing a kiss to Seungmin's thigh. And that was all the warning he gave.
Felix leaned in and dragged his tongue flat against Seungmin's hole, the sensation shocking and wet and overwhelming. Seungmin's back arched, his head tilting back.
"Fuck—"
"Relax," Felix murmured against him, his breath hot, and then he was licking again, pressing the point of his tongue against the tight ring of muscle, working it open with meticulous, filthy pressure. He used his hands to spread Seungmin wider, his thumbs pressing into the crease of his thighs, holding him open and exposed.
The sound of it was obscene, wet and messy, Felix clearly enjoying himself if the little groans vibrating against Seungmin's skin were any indication. He circled Seungmin’s rim with his tongue, teasing, before pressing inside. Seungmin could feel himself loosening, could feel Felix's tongue working deeper, fucking into him with shallow thrusts that had him tensing up.
"Felix, please—" Seungmin didn't even know what he was begging for, just knew he needed more, needed something thicker, needed to be filled.
Felix pulled back, his chin shiny, his eyes blown wide and dark. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice low. "You’re ready that quick?"
"Yes," Seungmin panted. "Yes, fuck, yes—"
Felix stood up, reaching for the oil they'd left on the counter—the same oil they'd used to grease the baking sheet earlier, the thought somehow making this filthier. He slicked his fingers, pressing two against Seungmin's entrance, working them in alongside the residual wetness from his mouth.
Felix's fingers were thick and insistent, curling to find the spot that made Seungmin's vision go white at the edges. He scissored them, stretching Seungmin open, his eyes locked on Seungmin's face, watching every reaction.
"You're so tight," Felix said, almost reverent, adding a third finger, working them deep.”Can't wait fuck you.”
Felix grinned, wild and feral, and withdrew his fingers. He finally shucked off his stupid apron and shoved those absurd shorts down just enough to free himself, his cock springing up thick and flushed dark, the head shining with precome. He slicked himself with more oil, the glide of his hand over his own length making Seungmin's mouth go dry, and then he was pressing against him, the head of his cock nudging against Seungmin's loosened hole.
“You’re so sexy and competent, Minnie.”
Seungmin choked out a laugh, despite himself. “Felix, what—mmm.”
His words escaped him when Felix teased more pressure against his rim, just shy of actually penetrating him.
“Compliment me back,” he demanded, a mixture of arousal and amusement swirling within his eyes. “Tell me you love it when I bake—even if I make a mess.”
Seungmin could hardly think as Felix continued teasing his entrance, sliding the head of his dick along it, occasionally taunting him with pressure, but never quite enough.
“You–you’re hot when you bake,” he forced out, fighting to find any words at all. “I love seeing you in the kitchen w-wearing those stupid shorts and shaking your ass around like you’re in some sh—fuck, Felix—some shitty porno.”
“Aw,” Felix cooed with a giggle, brushing his free hand down Seungmin’s cheek. “You like when I play your little housewife?”
Seungmin nodded, the motion jerky and desperate. The head of Felix’s cock was notched against his hole, and the blonde kept gently rocking forward in a parody of actual thrusting.
Felix leaned forward, his mouth finding Seungmin’s ear. “Well, your wife’s gonna fuck you now, okay?”
“Please.”
Finally, Felix pushed in, slow and steady, and Seungmin basked in the burn of it. He could feel every inch of his dick, the way he tightened around it once the entire head was inside of him, the way the tip glided across his prostate as he bottomed out, his hips flush against Seungmin's ass.
"Fuck," Felix groaned, his head dropping forward, his hands gripping Seungmin's thighs hard. “You’re so fucking perfect. We’re perfect. We’re geniuses—baking legends—”
Seungmin let out a breathless laugh. The sweetness permeating the air made everything all the more perfect and although Felix’s words were ridiculous in nature, he found himself mentally agreeing.
Then Felix started moving, slow rolls of his hips that quickly gained speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin quickly filling the kitchen. Seungmin wrapped his legs around Felix's waist, pulling him closer, his heels digging into the small of Felix's back.
"More," Seungmin gasped, his hands finding Felix's shoulders, gripping tight. "Harder—"
Felix obliged, snapping his hips forward, driving his cock into Seungmin with force that made the cabinets rattle beneath them. He changed his angle slightly, grinding into him at the end of every thrust, and Seungmin cried out, his prostate getting battered, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Felix's hands slid up Seungmin's torso, shoving his shirt up to expose his chest, his thumbs brushing over Seungmin's nipples, making him jerk. He pulled out, the loss sudden and aching, and Seungmin made a noise of protest. But Felix was already urging him down, guiding him to lie back against the cool marble, his spine arching against the temperature contrast.
"Fuck," Seungmin breathed, the position spreading him open completely, vulnerable and exposed.
"Yeah," Felix agreed, his eyes raking over Seungmin's body, his cock twitching where it hung heavy between his legs. He tugged Seungmin forward so that his ass was practically hanging over the edge.
Felix's cock slid home in one smooth thrust that knocked the air from Seungmin's lungs. And then he pulled away again.
Seungmin could feel the cold air hitting his exposed hole and shivered—partially from the chill and partially from the way Felix’s gaze was locked onto his twitching hole. Felix repeated the action, watching Seungmin stretch around his length and then visibly gape for a moment once he pulled out. Then just as his hole began to tighten, he would fuck right back into it.
“Felix,” The name was mostly a moan, falling free from Seungmin’s lips without his control.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” Felix whispered it as though he were talking to himself, completely lost to the sinful sight of his dick repeatedly disappearing into Seungmin’s ass. As he bottomed out once more, he went still and ran his hands down Seungmin’s sides, caressing his waist and hips before whispering more words that had Seungmin involuntarily clenching down.
“Wanna come inside. Gonna fuck you full.”
Felix leaned over him, his hands braced on either side of Seungmin's head, and started fucking him in long, deep strokes that dragged the full length of his cock in and out of Seungmin’s tight heat, his rhythm steady and relentless.
The marble was cold against Seungmin's shoulder blades, his back, his ass, but everywhere Felix touched was fire—the heat of his hands where they gripped Seungmin's hips, the burn of his cock stretching him open, the warmth of his breath where he leaned down to mouth at Seungmin's collarbone.
Felix groaned, his hips snapping forward, the force of it making Seungmin slide slightly against the counter. "I can feel you squeezing me, Min. You close?"
"Yes," Seungmin managed, his cock trapped between their bodies, leaking steadily against his own stomach. "Felix, I'm—"
"Turn over.”
He pulled out again, and this time Seungmin moved quickly, flipping onto his stomach, his cheek pressing against the cool marble. He dropped his feel to the floor and shamelessly held himself open, his ass presented and practically begging to be filled back up. Felix gripped Seungmin's hips and pulled him back, guiding his cock back into Seungmin's hole, which accepted him with so much ease that he groaned.
Felix’s hands moved to Seungmin's back, pressing him flat against the counter. "Yeah, just like that. Just take it."
He started fucking him hard. From this angle, Felix could go deeper, bottoming out with every thrust, rapidly building friction and heat between them.
Seungmin's hands scrabbled for purchase against the marble, finding none, his cheek pressed against the cool stone as Felix railed him from behind. He could feel Felix's balls slapping against his own with every thrust. He could feel the way Felix's fingers dug into his skin. And through it all, he could still smell the cloying, sugary sweetness, of the cookies cooling off nearby.
"So good," Felix panted, his rhythm faltering slightly as he got closer. "So fucking good, Min.”
Felix groaned, a sound torn from his throat, and gave Seungmin exactly what he wanted—fucking into him with abandon, his cock pounding Seungmin's prostate until Seungmin was seeing stars, his orgasm building sharp and urgent at the base of his spine.
"Gonna come," Seungmin warned, his voice breaking. "Felix, I'm gonna—"
"Come on my cock," Felix urged, his own hips stuttering, losing rhythm as he chased his own release. "Let me feel it."
Seungmin came with a cry that was half-manic-laughter, half-moan, his body tightening around Felix's cock in rhythmic pulses, his release spilling against the cabinet beneath him.
The feeling of Seungmin clenching around him, milking him, was exactly what Felix needed. He buried himself deep with a groan that seemed to come from low in his throat, and his cock pulsed as he filled Seungmin with his release.
He gave short, shallow thrusts through the aftershocks, drawing out both their orgasms until the stimulation became borderline painful and he finally went still.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. Felix collapsed against Seungmin's back, his cock still buried deep. The kitchen smelled like sex and sugar, the cookies long-since cooled, still sitting atop the stove.
"So," Felix said eventually, his voice muffled against Seungmin's shoulder blade, his breath hot and damp. "Same time next week? I'm thinking chocolate cake.”
Seungmin laughed, the movement making Felix slip out of him. They both winced and then laughed together.
"Get off me so I can clean up." Seungmin said, reaching back to tangle his fingers with Felix's, His body felt sore and satisfied in all the best ways. "And put on pants. We have cookies to eat."
"Pants," Felix repeated, like it was a foreign concept, his eyes soft and fond as he looked at Seungmin, eyes locking onto the come steadily dripping from his red, puffy hole. “Pants… later?"
Seungmin followed his gaze, and although he couldn’t exactly see his own ass, he watched as a drip of white steadily rolled down his inner thigh. “Later,” he agreed, pulling Felix into a kiss that was softer and slower than before. It tasted like victory.
The cookies too, when they finally got around to eating them, were absolutely perfect.