51: Jongdae's hands are the perfect size for decorating pastries. Pairing!ChenLay, Patissier!Jongdae, Bakery!AU

Jongdae’s hands were, in a word, dainty. They were rather perfect for his job as a patissier, particularly when he needed to create decorations both detailed and exquisite enough to entice someone into buying something. His specialty was cupcakes, but Jongdae could make a mean raspberry tart when he felt like it, and the bakery’s owner, Kyungsoo, could often be heard in delight whenever he bit into one of Jongdae’s signature lemon bars. In short, steady hands and limber fingers weren’t a requirement for his job, but they certainly helped.

They got him admiration too, particularly from the lean delivery guy who Jongdae recently learned moonlighted as a street dancer in Hongdae on the weekends. Yixing was complimenting Jongdae’s hands right now, actually, his body lounging easily against the counter in the center of the kitchen and his eyes trailing quite obviously over the lines of Jongdae’s long fingers.

“You’re just the right size for making pastries.” The comment was an offhanded observation at first listen; then Yixing continued. “But have you ever considered using those hands for something a little,” he paused and his dimples flashed in a mischievous grin, “bigger?”

Jongdae almost dropped the entire bowl of whipped cream that he was holding onto the floor. “I do cakes sometimes.” He pretended not to know what Yixing meant but it didn’t faze the other guy at all.

“I meant something a little,” Yixing paused again and stepped into Jongdae’s space. He wasn’t quite leering, but his gaze was certainly suggestive; as was the purposeful swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip. “More savory,” Yixing finished.

Jongdae gulped and set the whipped cream safely onto the countertop, just in case. “Bread loaves?”

“Something you can hold with your bare hands,” Yixing added with a pointed look at the rubber gloves resting near a recently completed batch of napoleons. Jongdae used them when he needed to directly touch his baking creations; one could never be too careful when it came to germs and Kyungsoo appreciated the extra level of cleanliness that Jongdae’s peculiar decorating habit leant to the bakery.

Jongdae shook his head and made a face. “Better to be sanitary than sorry, Yixing-ssi,” the patissier replied before picking up the whipped cream again and turning back around to finish adorning his chocolate éclairs. He didn’t see Yixing roll his eyes, but Jongdae certainly felt it when the Chinese delivery man’s arms came up to trap Jongdae’s body against the counter in a sort of back hug.

“Don’t worry,” Yixing spoke with a husky whisper into Jongdae’s ear; the intimacy of the moment made the patissier shiver. Yixing grinned at that and pressed a quick kiss to Jongdae’s nape before stepping away.

“I’ll use protection.” He winked and the glass bowl of whipped cream shattered against the tile of the bakery’s kitchen floor.