[littl3chocobo]

he did not understand what woke him at first though as he lay there mulling over it he heared it again and realized what it was. giving a small stretch he twisted his face up to find felix staring blankly past the world deep in thought. lightly he called the other's name, "felix? ...is there anything to eat or will we have to get up?"

[Poggio]

He looked down at Zosa and gave him a small smile. "There is all the food.. Olessa... Olyesa, made, and the food that I made and Jimmy brought us some of those space bars as joke wedding gift."

[littl3chocobo]

making a face he stuck out his tongue, "those things are so bad i am sure he sent them as a threat against my life"

[Poggio]

The professors brow rose and leaning forward he kissed the childish lips with the tongue. His hands found their way around Zosa locking them in place at the base of the boys neck. "Then you should cook breakfast for us. I have not had pomegranate sauce in a while, and this home makes me feel nostalgic."

[littl3chocobo]

staring into those wide golden eyes he could only nod and pulling free with pets and kisses he slid from their marital bed and went to see what food there was and which cupboard hid the stove

[Poggio]

He watched Zosa dance around the building, opening and closing searching and soon came to understand why his adventures in his apron were so appealing. Rising from his spot on the bed, the professor took over once Zosa found the stove. Gently he guided him with the sway of his hips, like a puppeteer.

[littl3chocobo]

the place was small enough that he was not taken unawares but there was still surprise in him when he felt the other sidle up behind him and begin moving him around. leaning back he let himself be guided around the tiny area by strong thin arms

[Poggio]

When they finally arrived to the point where there was nothing left but to stir the professor let his head fall on Zosa's shoulder. "You should taste it, see if you need to adjust the flavor." He said into the dark neck.

[littl3chocobo]

the hushed way it was spoken sent a tingle through his shoulders and opening his mouth to reply only a wonton sigh came out. giving the sauce a little stir and the rice a swish he set down the spoon and tangled his fingers with felix's ".....i know it needs salt but that goes in after"

[Poggio]

Skeptical of Zosa's assessment he pushed both their bodies into the stove and pinning zosa he leaned past him to pluck the spoon from his resting place. He spooned out some of the soup, and blew on it, tasting it with his lips he found it had warmed under his breath. The professor lapped a little before letting the spoon dip and it contents spill on Zosa's shoulders. “Hmm, it seems I am being clumsy.” He said in his profound way before taking a mouth full of the soup off Zosas shoulders. “It seems salty enough to me.” He added diving for seconds.

[littl3chocobo]

the lapping made him writhe and the words were almost secondary in importance to the need to press and search for the bit of pressure that would validate him turning off the burner and finding the floor. in the end his common sense lost out to felix's mouth and bending at the wist he pulled the pale face close enough to kiss

[Poggio]

The house was small enough that will a little pull and a twist, the professor was able to move them both to the corner that was not decided as the living or dinning room or the office. Finding a solid surface he pushed Zosa down and found any place he could kiss the dark chocolate skin. His undulating torso attempted to bolster the darker gentleman between his thighs.

[littl3chocobo]

he did not offer anything but what was asked of him by the pale body. there was a need to it that had not been there since the bathtub at uncle's house and he wanted to see it out to the end. offering pressing touches and when he could toothful kisses they were soon a matching pair. he was given little time to question whether felix was wanting or offering before the other angled down and let him know

[Poggio]

It had been a long time since, he was not the one in the apron. Relishing every moment of it he found all of Zosas weaknesses and exploited them until a stream of his lovers essence emptied out onto his stomach. Gingerly lubricating himself he found his passionate joy at the finger tips of Zosa, while they continued the lovers dance. Once they both reached their zenith, the professor lay on the rapidly rising and falling chocolate pecks. He felt a sincere comfort that he could never confessed to Zosa, waking that morning unable to hear the heart beat beneath him. Pushing himself up, he combed his fingers through the wild black locks and kissed the smile that reached the green eyes. He kissed the man on the forehead, letting his head stay still for a very long time.

[littl3chocobo]

there was little to say even after though once more there was no need and he reveled in the kisses and touches until the knob of the drawer he was pushed against became an ache instead of a nucence and wrapping his arms around felix's thighs slid him up high enough that he could look up at the beautiful face, "felix, is there a proper bathroom?"

[Poggio]

Wrapping his arms around zosa he lifted him close to his chest and nodded. "We can always add additions to the house, though. I think I may fancy a hot tub one day for the long winter evenings when we want something bigger then a hole in the wall." He moved their bodies to another part of the house that was similar to the bathroom on mars. He maneuvered them both inside.