kukkijar | Teddy Altman ; APPOINTMENTS

[Billy's about to help with the smearing, but the sudden spattering of filling on his cheek makes him pause, looking at the little dots of sugar in his peripheral. Teddy gets an uplifted brow for his antics, but instead of retaliating, he sniffs softly like he's completely affronted, dipping his fingers into the filling and spreading it over the buttered dough with Teddy. For a few moments it seems like he's letting Teddy get away with it.

And then, as Teddy's spreading it around, Billy finishes his own corner and pulls back to stretch his arms out over his head- and as his hands drop back to his sides, one of them takes a side-trip to smear the sugary filling on his fingers all over the back and side of Teddy's neck.

Just because he doesn't want to waste all their hard work by having a food fight doesn't mean he can't play this game, too.]

[And here Teddy did think he'd get away with it. Sure, it wasn't quite as fun without Billy playing back, but whatever. He still smirks as he spreads the filling over the dough, his movements slowing and turning much more precise when they get to the edges. Gotta make this perfect, after all.

Then, as he's working on his corner, he feels the brush of Billy's fingers as well as filling smear across his neck, and he stops what he's doing to lift his brow and glance at Billy.

So. He is playing this game after all.

Instead of commenting on it right away, though, Teddy gives a half smile, relaxes, and gets back into what he's doing. It's just a moment later, as he's finishing up, that he speaks up.]

Are you going to clean it off, or do I have to do it?

What, now it's my job to clean up the messes you instigate?

[Despite his words, Billy does edge back a step, winding one arm around Teddy's waist, his chin resting on the blond's shoulder to watch him finish with the rest of the filling. His neck smells like cinnamon and sugar now, and it's very tantalizing.

That doesn't mean he has to make it easy for Teddy, though.]

I don't think that's fair, since you didn't clean up your own mess.

[He tilts his chin a bit, pointedly showing off the filling still on his cheek.]

[He raises an eyebrow as he tilts his head back and to the side to get a good look at the mess on Billy's cheek; hm, true. He did kind of leave it there, huh.

Good thing he's just about finished. After a few finishing touches, Teddy wraps an arm around Billy's waist, fingers under the shirt just to get some more filling onto his skin, and the other on his chin both to hold his head still and the same reason as above, then leans in to slowly slide his tongue along his cheek. He didn't get all of it, of course, but he still pulls his head back with a musing little smile.]

Mmm. Cinnamon and sugar and a little hint of you... I like it.

[Between the tongue on his cheek and the hands under his shirt - as if he wasn't sticky enough already - Billy has to bite his lip to keep the noise that escapes him from attracting the neighbours. It's less what Teddy's actually doing and more what his imagination is filling in the blanks for, and he has... a very active imagination.

And a really talented boyfriend.]

...Tease. we'll have to wash our hands like twelve times before we finish this, won't we.

[Not that he's complaining. But he can't get to the back of Teddy's neck like this, so he settles for leaning in to get the mess on the sides first, teeth joining his tongue to nibble at the skin. He can't pull off long-term hickeys but they're fun to do, regardless.]

[The marks themselves might not be long-term, but the pleasant tingles that erupt from his neck sure last long enough, and Teddy ends up giving a light grin, shutting his eyes and tilting his head to give Billy a little more room with that, even though there isn't that much filling to clean off. The hand that was on Billy's chin rests on the side of his neck instead, a prelude to what Teddy plans on doing next, though he can't help opening his eyes to look at the dough they've yet to finish.]

Or more than that, ha... We should at least get this baking, or those elves are just gonna keep watching us.

[Though with the way Teddy starts to stroke Billy's waist and probably making more of a mess there, he isn't really complaining.]

Mm... you know what? Let them watch. It's not like we know for sure that the Malnosso aren't keeping an eye on us all the time, either.

[Which is equally creepy, if not more so, and he's happy to steer his train of thought far, far away from that route. If scientists and elves have nothing better to do than watch a couple of guys make out, well, that's their problem. But he definitely has better things to do than worry about it.

Giving Teddy's neck a little nudge with his nose once he's gotten all the filling off the sides, he presses a kiss to Teddy's jawline and sneaks free, stepping up to stand behind his boyfriend instead and getting his hands around his waist again.]

Do your stuff, master baker. And try not to get distracted.

[Token warning given, it's his turn to get hands up Teddy's shirt, still sprinkled with leftover sugar and damp from licked fingers.

Also? Tongue on the neck. He's cleaning that mess now.]

[... Yeah, that comment about the Malnosso keeping an eye on them all the time is creepy. Billy earns a subsequent look for that, then shakes his head, a quiet chuckle escaping as he gives the two elves a glance. Yep. Still there.]

... Distract - ?

[Oh. Oh, oh, oh - okay. Yeah, he... sees what Billy means by that.

... Well. Might as well try to hurry this along before he gets too distracted, seeing how Teddy already wants to just turn the two of them around until he's pressing Billy against the counter and -

Wow, okay, so much for not getting distracted.]

H-Heh... Challenge accepted, then.

[He takes in a slightly shaky breath and bites his lip as he starts to roll up the dough from one corner to the other. He can do this. He can do this, despite his boyfriend being very talented at the art of distraction.]

[He's somewhat limited by the fact that they're in the kitchen- if they were in their apartment he'd probably have his hands halfway down Teddy's pants by now. (Fastest distraction method, after all.) Still, fingers can do plenty without getting R-rated, so his are dancing teasingly back and forth over his boyfriend's stomach, nails grazing over his sides as well.

He's mindful of the areas most sensitive by now - both good and bad, thanks to their bedroom escapades and the warden, respectively - and knows by touch alone just where to get Teddy riled up.

It's a fun game, and he's smiling against Teddy's neck as he trails his tongue up his neck and catching the blond's ear lobe between his teeth, sucking on one of the rings there.]

[You know, Teddy was doing pretty good for a while. Biting his lip certainly helped with the urge to make any noises other than his heavier breathing, and keeping his hands busy with the dough rather than trying to return the gestures Billy keeps giving him helped out too.

Then Billy just had to start sucking on one of his earrings. He just had to do that.

The dough's rolled up by then, thankfully, which leads Teddy to take his hands off of that, drag them down to the edge of the counter and grip, lips finally parting to let a moan escape. Billy just had to go for one of his weaknesses, didn't he? And there's still a few more things to do with the rolls...]

Billy...

[Billy grins around the ring, feeling particularly shameless, and doesn't let up. He bumps up against Teddy's back, fingertips grazing over the top of his pants.]

Too challenging for you?

[Of course he had to do that. Sucking on things that belong to Teddy is his favourite pastime.

....SEE, SHAMELESS.]

Nnn-Nah, this is... fine. Fine.

[Focus, Teddy Altman, FOCUS. You value your self-control and no boyfriend is going to make you lose it in less than a minute.

He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out as he reaches his hands out again, this time to seal off the ends of the dough. Now maybe, just maybe, he can get Billy's attention away enough to recover a little.]

I'm gonna need a knife.

[Which means either Billy has to move, or back up enough to let Teddy moved. Either way works, as it gives him a few seconds to breathe.]

[Or so Teddy thinks.

See, the thing about dating a mage is that they have tricks to get around the whole "moving when you don't want to" problem. Billy pauses for a moment, hands resting in place, lips pressed to his ear. Then there's the sound of Billy muttering something unintelligible, a flare of blue, and then-]

How's this?

[He pulls one hand away from Teddy's stomach to lift a cutting knife, offering it out, his tone a mixture of helpfulness and gloating. But it's not like he just teleported something that was two feet away from himself.

Nope. Not him.]

[... God, he should've known he'd do that. Teddy just stares down at the knife for a moment, though it's a little hard to focus on it because of that hand that's still against his stomach and those lips right near his ear. And after that, he takes the knife and sends Billy an unimpressed glance over his shoulder.]

Cheater. [Okay, okay, he can work with this. Time to start slicing the dough evenly in eight pieces, though they're not really as even as he'd like them to be.] Lazy cheater.

Thought you'd enjoy the challenge.

[There's a soft huff of air as Billy chuckles against his neck, fingers sliding an inch or two lower and going back to attacking Teddy's exposed skin. It's not like he's touching the food, after all, and if anyone walks in on them- well, they're just kind of that couple, anyway...

And the elves can just go to hell already. He's sick of behaving himself.]

Besides, it's, ah. [Bite.] Magic practice...

[A soft, shaky chuckle escapes from Teddy at that, and he ends up leaning his body towards Billy's hands now that they're sliding down lower. Almost done here; he just has to lean over and slide the greased up pan towards himself. Because if he doesn't, Billy will just teleport it over and it's only like two feet away.]

Oh, so we're practicing our powers now, huh?

[And that's the only warning Billy will get. This next part doesn't really require both hands unless he wants to speed it along a little more, and he'd rather do something to Billy rather than delay it any longer.

So, with one hand, he starts putting the pieces onto the pan. The other, however, easily slips back, where it slides under the waistband of Billy's pants, then changes shape accordingly to give him the sensation of feathers slowly brushing down his thigh.

Two can play at this game, Kaplan.]

[Billy had expected a touch - and some sort of change, going by Teddy's words - but he's still startled when it actually happens, and the noise that escapes his lips is a mixture of a sharp intake of breath and a yelp. Damn shapeshifters.]

Now who's cheating?

[Billy shivers, nails grazing feather-soft over the very base of Teddy's stomach, as low as he can get without actually groping him, his breath hot on Teddy's neck. He's starting to see where the end of this little game is headed, and... well, he really can't complain.

He gives Teddy a little bump from behind, pushing him up against the counter's cabinet and putting some pressure on a part of the blond's anatomy that, he suspects, is already feeling plenty.]

So... how long does it take to cook these things...?

[Cheating, maybe. But at least he's not lazy, seeing how he's now spreading melted butter on the tops of the rolls. ... And he misses a few times and brushes the pan instead, but whatever. It won't hurt the rolls or anything.

The little bump gets him to bend forward slightly with a huff of laughter; yes, yes, that is something he can feel right there, and that aggressiveness is causing a similar reaction as well as his face to feel hot. The hand on Billy's thigh, as a result, stops for a second before it slides back, touching on the back of his leg instead.]

Mm... Twenty minutes. Twenty five at most. All we have to do is get this in the oven and set a timer...

...Mmhm. Good to know.

[He can do a lot of things in twenty minutes. They could do a whole lot more.

He lets his free hand return to Teddy's chest, sliding up the length of it and giving his head a tilt to nibble along the side of his boyfriend's neck again. He's getting kind of impatient, especially with the feathery tickle teasing at his legs and making him squirm, one leg bent and pressed between Teddy's.]

H-Ha... I can definitely say these were made with tender, loving care.

[Though "tender" probably isn't the word here. He takes in a sharp breath when Billy's leg presses between his own, and it makes him rock his hips back against his boyfriend's and press his cheek against the top of Billy's head, a shaky grin apparent.

Yeah, this is more like "shameless, loving abandon".

But the stove is several feet away, and very hot, and he needs to get the pan in there before they move on to anything else...]

Billy...

[Billy glances down at the counter where the cinnamon buns are patiently waiting to be cooked. With a faint sigh and a final kiss on Teddy's neck, he withdraws reluctantly to give Teddy the space and freedom to finish up, opening the oven door with one hand and idly licking the remnants of filling off his fingers.]

We kind of made a bigger mess.

Mm... Yeah. We did.

[And in the pan goes! Teddy backs off to let Billy shut the door, meanwhile taking the timer and setting it for 24 minutes. Might as well give as much time as possible.

Once that's finished and the timer is set aside, Teddy leans his back against the counter with a little smirk on his face.]

Just means we'll have to spend some time cleaning it all up, right?

[Billy's gaze shifts to the collection of dishes and ingredients scattered across the counter, eyeing it all dubiously. Then his eyes return to Teddy, leaning there and looking so smug.

....]

Might be more productive to clean up after they're baked. You know. So we do it all at once.

[That earns a raised eyebrow, though he looks no less pleased with everything that's going on. He does give the mess a once over before giving Billy his attention again; yeah, the mess can wait.]

Sounds good to me. So, twenty three minutes and thirty seconds left.

[His hands move up to hold the counter's edge while keeping his eyes locked on his boyfriend's, as if he's just screaming come here without saying a word.]

[Dammit, Teddy, how's he supposed to resist that look? Not that he wants to resist, but he was thinking they could at least make it back to the apartment...

....

...oh, what the hell.]

That doesn't seem like much time, thinking about it now.

[Two steps and the distance between them is gone, and Billy has his body pressed up against Teddy's again, his arms lifted to slide around the blond's neck. Just what are those bedroom eyes telling you to do, Mr. Altman?]

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