King/Maru: Cookie dough
Another drabble prompted by freakinmi.
About 900 words. Fluff and more.
It was Saturday afternoon, a very quiet and calm one. The apartment was dark and silent, the kitchen being the only source of noise and light.
They were there working next to the counter with Mar passing the ingredients and following King's instructions and King making sure his kitten stayed away from anything that might be sharp enough to prove being dangerous to those slim fingers. Because no matter how adorable Maru looked pouting around his bleeding digit it was better to keep him out of harms way.
Besides, the claret head was working out as a kitchen help. He only lacked an apron. A mistake that had to be fixed next time, King would make sure of that.
It was such idyll scenery really.
The tiger was about the separate the cookie dough into portions when one of the fingers he so cared about dove in scooping a bit of the blend before delivering it to Mar's mouth. The kitten hummed in approval as he sucked the fluid off of his digit. He was about to steal a bit more but King beat him to it and offered his cookie dough-covered finger instead waggling his eyebrows suggestively, a smirk blooming on his face.
Mar chuckled and leaned in to wrap his soft and pliant lips over the treats. King let him enjoying the feeling of being captured and surrounded by wet heat.
The kitten finished licking off the mixture and lapped at the finger seemingly just to humor his lover before nipping at it gently and letting it go.
King gathered another bit of the dough with his finger, but before Mar could open his mouth either to say that he doesn't want more or to simply stick his wicked tongue out to get the blend, King smeared the dough over Maru's nose.
"Oi!" The kitten protested wrinkling his nose in discomfort and made a move to wipe the fluid off of his face.
But the tiger was faster yet again and it was his turn to taste a bit of the delicious mix of dough and his little feline.
"Mm, luscious." King all but purred and was about to dive in again, for a kiss this time, when something wet hit his cheek. A bit surprised he leaned back a tad to see Mar's eyes gleaming playfully.
"Oh, you little devil. You've asked for it." The white haired male said throwing a small amount of the blend into Maru's face.
"That means war!" The kitten called and snatched the bowl with the dough backpedaling to get a better aim.
"You can't steal all the ammo!" King retorted dodging successfully the dough-bullet that was inches from hitting his forehead.
Mar just stuck his tongue out at him and threw again this time managing to nail his lover's chin.
"Ha!" He exclaimed in triumph, but the sound was fallowed by something that sounded pretty much like a squeak when he spotted King reaching for the flour bag.
The kitchen wasn't too big though was still enough of a battlefield for them as they aimed, threw and dodged circling around each other. It was a messy fight and they'd have a lot to clean afterwards, but none of them cared as they focused on hitting the other on the face.
It was only when Mar slipped on a bit of dough falling to the floor and landing on his back that the dough-war ended.
The kitty groaned in pain and defeat still holding onto the bowl that somehow remained unscathed.
"That's what you get for starting a war with me, silly kitten." King teased and put the now empty flour bag on the counter. He was on top of the claret head before Mar could even consider retorting.
"And since I've won I'm taking you captive." He continued, his voice taking on a much darker vibe.
Maru looked good like that. On the floor beneath him. With his hair messy and more than half of it escaping the ponytail. With flour and dough on his face. What a delectable view.
Following the urge to taste he surged forward and gived his kitten's cheek a long lick.
"Oh? What will you do with me then?" The claret head asked his voice deeper as well. King heard a soft sound as Mar finally put the bowl away.
"First, I'll get you out of those dirty clothes and clean you thoroughly." The tiger replied nipping on the cheek.
Maru tangled his fingers in King's white and now dirty with dough hair and squinted slightly. "Yeah, we both should get cleaned. We're a mess."
"And I'll make even more of a mess of you." The tiger said with a smirk before lifting himself up and standing.
He hauled the kitten up as well and scooped him into his arms pressing a firm kiss to his lips before heading to the bathroom.
"I'll hold you onto it." Mar murmured in answer.
Cleaning themselves up took them so much time that they didn't manage to deal with the mess in the kitchen until the following day.
About 900 words. Fluff and more.
It was Saturday afternoon, a very quiet and calm one. The apartment was dark and silent, the kitchen being the only source of noise and light.
They were there working next to the counter with Mar passing the ingredients and following King's instructions and King making sure his kitten stayed away from anything that might be sharp enough to prove being dangerous to those slim fingers. Because no matter how adorable Maru looked pouting around his bleeding digit it was better to keep him out of harms way.
Besides, the claret head was working out as a kitchen help. He only lacked an apron. A mistake that had to be fixed next time, King would make sure of that.
It was such idyll scenery really.
The tiger was about the separate the cookie dough into portions when one of the fingers he so cared about dove in scooping a bit of the blend before delivering it to Mar's mouth. The kitten hummed in approval as he sucked the fluid off of his digit. He was about to steal a bit more but King beat him to it and offered his cookie dough-covered finger instead waggling his eyebrows suggestively, a smirk blooming on his face.
Mar chuckled and leaned in to wrap his soft and pliant lips over the treats. King let him enjoying the feeling of being captured and surrounded by wet heat.
The kitten finished licking off the mixture and lapped at the finger seemingly just to humor his lover before nipping at it gently and letting it go.
King gathered another bit of the dough with his finger, but before Mar could open his mouth either to say that he doesn't want more or to simply stick his wicked tongue out to get the blend, King smeared the dough over Maru's nose.
"Oi!" The kitten protested wrinkling his nose in discomfort and made a move to wipe the fluid off of his face.
But the tiger was faster yet again and it was his turn to taste a bit of the delicious mix of dough and his little feline.
"Mm, luscious." King all but purred and was about to dive in again, for a kiss this time, when something wet hit his cheek. A bit surprised he leaned back a tad to see Mar's eyes gleaming playfully.
"Oh, you little devil. You've asked for it." The white haired male said throwing a small amount of the blend into Maru's face.
"That means war!" The kitten called and snatched the bowl with the dough backpedaling to get a better aim.
"You can't steal all the ammo!" King retorted dodging successfully the dough-bullet that was inches from hitting his forehead.
Mar just stuck his tongue out at him and threw again this time managing to nail his lover's chin.
"Ha!" He exclaimed in triumph, but the sound was fallowed by something that sounded pretty much like a squeak when he spotted King reaching for the flour bag.
The kitchen wasn't too big though was still enough of a battlefield for them as they aimed, threw and dodged circling around each other. It was a messy fight and they'd have a lot to clean afterwards, but none of them cared as they focused on hitting the other on the face.
It was only when Mar slipped on a bit of dough falling to the floor and landing on his back that the dough-war ended.
The kitty groaned in pain and defeat still holding onto the bowl that somehow remained unscathed.
"That's what you get for starting a war with me, silly kitten." King teased and put the now empty flour bag on the counter. He was on top of the claret head before Mar could even consider retorting.
"And since I've won I'm taking you captive." He continued, his voice taking on a much darker vibe.
Maru looked good like that. On the floor beneath him. With his hair messy and more than half of it escaping the ponytail. With flour and dough on his face. What a delectable view.
Following the urge to taste he surged forward and gived his kitten's cheek a long lick.
"Oh? What will you do with me then?" The claret head asked his voice deeper as well. King heard a soft sound as Mar finally put the bowl away.
"First, I'll get you out of those dirty clothes and clean you thoroughly." The tiger replied nipping on the cheek.
Maru tangled his fingers in King's white and now dirty with dough hair and squinted slightly. "Yeah, we both should get cleaned. We're a mess."
"And I'll make even more of a mess of you." The tiger said with a smirk before lifting himself up and standing.
He hauled the kitten up as well and scooped him into his arms pressing a firm kiss to his lips before heading to the bathroom.
"I'll hold you onto it." Mar murmured in answer.
Cleaning themselves up took them so much time that they didn't manage to deal with the mess in the kitchen until the following day.