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Turning as he heard the smaller male, Fredrich found his eyes falling to the clothing Ellery decided to wear. "... When did you get denim briefs?" he asked with only a quirked eyebrow being the change on his face. Sure it fit the male well, but it was quite a different change from the moody man that seemed to cling to his coat. Then again, he had just recently learned that Ellery dressed as a girl occasionally. Looking to the bowl he was requested to stir, he walked across the kitchen to apprehend it. He leaned his lower back against the counter and easily began stirring the ingredients together, still feeling foul about the wrong direction their date went. If he wanted cookies then he could have gotten some at the restaurant. Fredrich's eyes flickered at Ellery when he heard the moan of delight upon tasting the chocolate. How long has it been since he had sweets to make him react like that?
"Huh?" The brunette glanced back to the Austrian, puzzled by his question. It was only when he followed the man's eyes to his shorts that a twinkling laugh could be heard. "Oh, these! Liam gave them to me. He said that they didn't fit him right, and that they'd look better on me. I think they look alright." The petite male looked down to his legs, moving them a little and posing. "Don't you?" Returning his attentions to the chocolate, Ellery set aside two cups of chips, then turned to Fredrich and held up the bowl with the wet ingredients. After making sure that the dry ingredients were thoroughly mixed, the pop star poured the wet ingredients in and added the chocolate, saving a chip for himself and popping it into his mouth. "I missed chocolate," he said off-handedly, moving to sit on the counter and let his feet dangle as he watched Fredrich. He tried to remain quiet, knowing that if he spoke, he would only make Fredrich chuckle at him and make him blush. But for his strange stupidity, he did allow one outburst. "You're a very handsome man, Fredrich."
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Fredrich took a second to admire the clothing on Ellery. "Yes, I suppose it does suit you well." he ceded. He held out the bowl when the other approached him and allowed the liquid to be poured in. He closed his eyes and resumed stirring the ingredients together, only opening his eyes when spoken to again. "I should hope so. It wouldn't be right if you dated someone you found unappealing." he said with a small frown.
He shrugged, looking away and touching a small braid that Daniel had put into his hair that morning. "I think I'd like you even if you weren't. Probably because I'm a glutton for punishment." With a small chuckle, he looked back to the bowl and dipped a finger in. Raising it to his lips, he licked off the cookie dough and let his lids close halfway, almost too excited to eat the sugary dessert. Once the dough was cleaned from his finger, he lowered it and looked up at the man he lived with, that same bitter-sweetness from the restaurant in his green eyes. "I think it's ready to be rolled. Do you want to get started on that while I get the baking sheet?" His head tilted a little to the side, hair gracing just a bit over his eyes and a tiny dangling earring made of silver barely visible through the dark tresses.
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The Austrian met Ellery's eyes, intrigued at the look he was given. Was he trying to making baking cookies sexy? Well, he supposed he ought to give the songwriter credit for trying. It wasn't like he was completely failing, either. Asked to roll the cookie dough, Fredrich blinked slowly and looked down at his gloved hands. "... Fine." he sighed softly and set the bowl down. He removed the leather gloves seamlessly and put them in his back pocket. After washing his pale hands his long fingers delved into the bowl and made multiple balls of cookie dough.
He hopped off of the counter and scurried to a cupboard, pulling out a metal sheet. The singer carried it over to the sink, washing it and drying it quickly before bringing it to the detective. It didn't take long before he heard the oven beep its readiness, and the male swiftly placed finished balls on the sheet. He covered as much ground as he could, then carefully balanced the full sheet as he carried it to the oven. Ellery opened it with one hand, bending at the waist and placing the cookies inside. Once they were situated, he stood upright and closed the oven, leaning over it to start the timer for fifteen minutes. "There! Mostly done!" he cheered, looking back to Fredrich happily. It didn't take long before the innocent smile was replaced by something a little more mischievous. "Now, what can we do for fifteen minutes?" he asked, clasping his hands behind his back as he started back towards Fredrich.
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Calm and collected as always, the detective crossed on leg over the other as he leaned against the counter, also crossing his arms and closing his eyes. He only opened his eyes once to observe Ellery's backside when he bent to put the cookies in. Every fiber of him detested Liam, but he had to admit that the doctor was right, Ellery fit into those shorts nicely. He quickly looked away when Ellery perked back up and closed his eyes once more when cheered at. They reopened when asked about what to do for a few minutes. Something gleamed in the man's eyes. This was the chance he had been waiting for! "Oh, I can think of a few things." he said while moving towards the songwriter. His gloveless hand reached out to grab the tip of the chin, making the smaller male look up at the face that was leaning close to his. "What about you?"
Ellery giggled, playfully licking his lips and setting his hands on the taller male's chest. "I'm pretty sure we have the same idea," he replied, the fingers of his right hand already creeping down the Austrian's front and under the shirt, allowing himself another touch of that nicely-toned body of his lover's. The tiny shorts seemed to raise a little as the much smaller singer brazenly pressed himself against the detective, the growing mound in his shorts more obvious that ever. He'd been holding back all this time in case Daniel would see something, and now that they were alone, Ellery was going to completely unleash what he'd been hiding. He only hoped that Fredrich wouldn't mind.
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Smirking at the sudden burst of confidence, Fredrich put his hands on the man's hips, keeping them close to his own. Breaking the distance between them, he kissed Ellery. He savored the taste of their earlier meal before prying open the smaller's mouth with his tongue and letting it in. With the gloves already off he wasted no time in sliding a hand up from beneath the songwriter's shirt. One hand brushed its long fingers against the curve of Ellery's back as the other sank two long fingers into the backside of his shorts.
As usual, Fredrich didn't need to ask permission for anything that he did. By this time in their relationship, he should already know that the smaller male would allow anything his lover desired. A low moan vibrated his lips as those hands that he loved so much touched his bare skin, somehow managing to arch his back and make his body beg for more. It was so easy for Ellery to lose his mind in this tall Austrian, and he raised one knee just enough to touch Fredrich's thigh in a gesture that could only mean "if you take too long, I'll do it all myself".
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With the leg moving up against him, Fredrich's fingers sank down faster.
Fingers at their destination, he rubbed the front of the entrance with his index finger. He broke from the kiss and breathed against Ellery's lips, eyes half-lidded but still expressing a strong amount of lust. "What about the cookies?" he whispered.
The slender male whimpered as he leaned against his lover, trembling from both excitement and anticipation. Upon hearing the Austrian's words, he swallowed back another whine, fingers tightly clenching the man's shirt as he quickly glanced tot eh timer, then back to Fredrich. "W-we have thirteen minutes," he whispered back, the leg holding him up shaking dangerously.
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"Are you sure that's enough time? You'll have to be a good boy and finish soon." Fredrich chuckled breathlessly against the songwriter's neck. He gave him sweet, chaste kisses at the side of his neck, then found a tender area to latch his lips against and scrape his tongue across. The hand on Ellery's back kept him firmly against the Austrian. The other hand did not go inside yet, but did push the man's crotch forward to it could rub against his own.
"Maybe I would, if you'd stop teasing me!" he gasped, tilting his head to the side to offer more skin. With a small groan, the songwriter pressed himself further into the man, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off, too ready for what was undoubtedly going to happen in the kitchen.
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Ellery grimaced as he stood upright, setting the cookie sheet to the side and closing the over. He took a spatula and lifted a cookie, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips. "Damn things burned," the younger man sighed, crossing his arms and looking over to Fredrich. "You owe me more cookies."
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The taller man leaned over and wrapped his arms around Ellery's waist from behind, kissing the side of his head. "I warned you." he said before looking at the cookies. "We can always make more later. I'll just give these to Han."
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