# 4
My Hot Babe
"You don't have to cook dinner everyday..."
Hyukjae's hugging him from behind. Face nuzzling into his neck.
"It's not everyday," Donghae says. It's just the past few weeks. On weekdays. He likes to put dinner on the table for Hyukjae.
"We can order," Hyukjae mumbles. Places soft kisses on his neck.
"You can do that when I'm not here to stop you," Donghae says. Tries to move himself away. Hyukjae's arms are tight around his waist. Kisses are ticklish. He could burn dinner if they keep going. "Babe, I told you to go change."
"I did..."
"Then just wait for me. This needs a few more minutes."
"No," Hyukjae says. Starts kissing his cheek. Repetitively.
"Hyukjae..." Donghae says. Laughs.
He lowers the heat. Turns his head. Meets the next kiss with his lips. Takes Hyukjae's hands off. Backs him up against the counter.
He kisses Hyukjae's soft mouth hotly. Till his husband slides lower. His knees weak. Gasping for air. Donghae holds him around the waist. Lifts him onto the counter. Hyukjae parts his legs. To pull him close between them.
Donghae steps back.
"Be a good boy and sit quietly."
He turns to his pots. He's steaming chicken. Vegetables. They would be too tasteless for Hyukjae. So there's also noodles cooking.
Donghae doesn't hear it. That usual whine from Hyukjae. He looks back.
Hyukjae's biting his lip. In a red sweatshirt. Black shorts. Staring at his long bare legs.
Oh... it must be that...
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