[Poggio]

It went from amusing to a train wreck faster then Galvin anticipated. It was both sexy and dangerous. He jumped from his seat by the time the other took the knife before Ambrosia could slice off his fingers, Galvin stilled his wrist. “You are not murdering people, your are chopping scallions.” He took the blade from the other satisfied the other was a worse cook then he, and lived an even stranger life. His lips curved into a smirk. “It seems your teacher will have to give you another lesson.”

[littl3chocobo]

he was equal parts pissed and relived when pyce began helping, it seemed he had already made mistakes despite being certain he was doing it correctly. giving up entirely as he was corrected once more he was contented to have pyce take him by the hand and manually move him through each step

[Poggio]

Galvin leaned in close pressing the pale man against the counter. Softly he rested his head against his shoulder while one hand snaked its way along the back of his hands taking control of the cutting motion. The other closed around his waist, reaching for the things on the cutting board.

[littl3chocobo]

the touch felt nice and after a minute or so he found the man's rhythm and melted into the dance of it. he could see several mistakes as he was gently led though with the shorter man guiding him from behind he was too pleased to be angry about it

[Poggio]

Galvin was pleased at the mans progress. Behind him he could hear the bubbles from the water and moved to turn the broth down but found he was pinned in place by Ambrosia. The mans face was unreadable and no matter how much Galvin wiggled, he would not let go. “Ambrosia, you are going to burn dinner and your house.” He said trying once more.

[littl3chocobo]

he smirked though it was lost on the other. "and if i say let it burn?" he let go of pyce though only after a moment's more of touching

[Poggio]

"And us with it?" He said shaking his head, he walked over to the stove turning it on low before prepping the other pan for the beef. Galvin moved with in the space, taking over. While stirring the ingredients waiting for it to cook, he felt something press behind him, and instinctively he raised a spoon for the other to taste. "Tell me if it is how you intend for it to be."

[littl3chocobo]

he tasted the offered utensil before pulling the man's hair to the side and pushing the spoon against his neck. happily he tasted that. "you should add salt"

[Poggio]

He rolled his shoulders trying to fight the lips lest he fall under the spell of seduction. He reached up taking the salt and poured some into his hand and flicked it over his shoulder. "How is that"

[littl3chocobo]

he closed his eyes to the salt but did not brush it away when he opened them again. "too much, maybe a smidgen less." turning back to the still moving neck he licked again

[Poggio]

He was loosing his battle, and found himself sticking his finger into the simmering pot stirring the thickening broth with his finger before lifting it to distract the other. "Taste?"

[littl3chocobo]

i was too hot, he could tell without even trying it. reaching over the shoulder he blew of the finger. the soup ran clear down pyce's finger and a hunger found him. reaching around he grabbed the wrist and stuck the hot wet digit in his mouth

[Poggio]

His body gave away his need, before his thoughts could catch up. Galvin's other hand reached out and brushed against the knobs of the stove, turning them off. Quickly he wrenched his arm free from the other and stuck it into the soup offering it yet again.

[littl3chocobo]

the man's haste was off-put by his jerkiness and before he had his mind around pyce's action four more fingers were pressed against his lips. obligingly he opened his mouth to receive

[Poggio]

Galvin ravishingly devoured Ambrosias lips with a hint of lemongrass. Shoving the other away from the stove, he nimbly jumped latching his legs around the others waist and in a smooth motion let the other know how hungry he was. He felt himself being swung on to the counter to prevent the two from falling.

[littl3chocobo]

the fingers where a lie and lips found him instead. he almost laughed as the other lept on him and rubbed against his crotch like a wild thing before their weight was too much. he moved back and hitting the low counter turned to slide pyce onto the marble. with the other off of him and still in his arms he gave a grin before letting go to deftly pop the man's button. "feed me galvin pyce"