Treehouse AU - Open Post.

[adistraction]

……..it is what it is.

Just Clarify in the Subject Line, cause brains are dumb.

 

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[adistraction]

”I was thinking chocolate waffles but if you want cereal, that’s easier than I am,” Hunter hums and takes another kiss before slipping down to kiss the belly, too, “and good morning to you gremlins.”

Pants be damned, he heads to the kitchen in the obscenely oversized shirt he wore to bed (for comfort sake).

“Once they’re born you owe me that last inch. It’s been a cold winter.” He calls back.

[sungki]

"Oh no, they're still sleeping."

He feels them, the beat of their lifeforce, but they're definitely resting. Sungki waits for Hunter to be out of the room before he struggles to sit up, flailing in an undignified way that he'd rather Hunter not see.

"Didn't you bring any of the toys from your magical closet?"

[adistraction]

“I don’t want toys when I have you,” he straightens up with a bowl in his hand, pauses, “you feel better than the toys.”

His nose crinkles and he gets things to make waffles, but he gets Sungkis cereal ready, too.

“I’m not single, or bored…”

[sungki]

oh, make no mistake: if Hunter is making both, he's eating both. He just thought he'd go easy on him and his perky purple nips.

It is a little nice to hear what he says - as if Sungki needed more ego.

"So I can't peg you when I shift at the end of this?"

[adistraction]

Oh, he knows.

Ingredients are measured and tossed into the bowl to be mixed but he does stop mixing to look at Sungki.

“Mmm…I’ll go raid the closet,” he nods and resumes mixing.

[sungki]

"Don't forget the lube."

Typical breakfast talk. He'll be ready for waffles by the time he finishes his cereal.

"I hope Lavender doesn't find your joy closet."

[adistraction]

“Why? Are we running low?” This is absolutely normal. Pouring waffle batter, talking about lube.

“It wasn’t just mine,” he waves the spatula a little, “thought I guess that doesn’t really matter. She’s deemed me the naughty uncle.”

He makes a face, “Really, I’m a saint compared to some of you.”

He smirks, “Get it? Saint.”

[sungki]

"I don't know. But no one in that house is having sex. What's the point in letting it go to waste?"

Sungki finishes and pushes his bowl away, before gesturing for the batter bowl. He'll lick that too, thanks.

"You are naughty." He rolls his eyes, both at that and the bad joke. "And I know you can't be talking about me."

[adistraction]

“You don’t think any of them are having sex…?” Hunter arches a brow but then he thinks about it. “Should we clean the closet?”

He played one waffle and pours some more batter before sliding the bowl over with a smirk.

“You’re the naughtiest.”

[sungki]

"How could they be? They're always on our couch."

He looks up after one lick from the bowl.

"I'm angelic compared to you. Take or leave the pun."

[adistraction]

Hunter squints and wanders away from the waffle maker.

“Stick your tongue back out.”

[sungki]

Sungki arches a brow and leans back a bit. The 'why?' is right there in his expression. But eventually he slowly sticks his tongue out.

[adistraction]

Hunter had intended to bite it but he finds the sight too cute to bother.

“Ah…I love you,” he hums, “should we start locking the doors…get two extra deadbolts?”

[sungki]

He considers it...he really considers it. Before sighing.


"Bathrooms only. Daeshim would start wondering if you don't care for him anymore."

[adistraction]

“Daeshim should know better,” Hunter frowns and sets a can of whipped cream onto the table in front of Sungki before going to retrieve his waffle and make one more because it’s inevitable that someone will end up there soon.

Once it’s finished and plated, he sits down beside Sungki and pulls his feet up under him to eat.

“Make a fancy ‘Open’ and ‘Closed’ sign for the door,” he mumbles softly.

He doesn’t mind everyone coming. He liked that they’re comfortable enough to come in. And really it proves that Sungki isn’t this terrible creature some of them probably assumed he was.

“…with his memory changed he might come over, too,” he slowly looks at Sungki. He knows exactly which He he’s talking about.

[sungki]

He probably isn't. He probably is. Both can be true at the same time, depending on who it is. Sungki swirls some chocolate syrup on his waffle befor setting it down with more force than necessary. His eyes meet Hunter's, sharp and hot.

"What a shame that my memory is fully intact."

[adistraction]

Hunter doesn’t look away, how could he? The little flame inside of himself always gets a little brighter when Sungki gets like this. It helps warm his insides in a way he can’t describe properly.

He reaches for the whipped cream and nods a little before he puts a mini-mountain on his waffle, “Have I ever told you I like when you’re protective?” He isn’t so delusional to believe that this is all because of him. Lennon made his own terrible impression on Sungki, too.

[sungki]

"Hmm...."

It's true that Lennon spilled his blood, and he hasn't gotten a drop of his in return. But Hunter's been through a lot more and a lot worse.

If anyone tortures his lover, it's going to be him. Sungki smiles at that thought, and leans over to give him a sweetened kiss of his own.

[adistraction]

The only person Hunter would allow that to happen with would also be Sungki. He’s done letting anyone treat him that way.

“That smile means something doesn’t it…” he murmurs after the kiss.

[sungki]

"Hmm?"

He hums his most innocent, eyebrows raised before he opens his eyes. Who's the real angel here?

[adistraction]

Hunter blinks and pulls back ever so slightly before he pouts, “Share with the class.”