bent over a table while something bakes in the oven. (for Thoma, because Ayato definitely distracts him during chores)
He should have known something like this would happen the moment Ayato spoke of wanting to join him in the kitchen. Thoma made a point to never allow his Lord to cook alone, but what had once been preparation for an upcoming meal for the pair quickly derailed once the main portion had been set in the oven to cook.
" M - My Lord , this is hardly the right place for this sort of thing -- " The blond stammered as hands gripped at the edge of the table, daring to steal a glance back toward the man he not so secretly adored with a barely contained groan - not of frustration, but pleasure .
" Someone could come at any minute -- "
LOCATION BASED SMUT PROMPTS // selectively accepting
