Odd Tronnor One Shots

A Little Riled Up

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Troye carefully folded the batter together, Connor's eagle eyes watching every movement.
"Can I add the chocolate chips now?" Troye childish asked, pouting. Connor rolled his eyes, then agreed to put a reasonable amount of chocolate, instead of the amount Troye probably wanted to add. They measured a cup and a half before mixing it in with the cookie batter.
"Troye!" Connor scolded as the curly haired boy dipped his finger in the bowl and licked it clean.
"Shhh!" Troye dipped his finger in the batter again, earning another eye roll from Connor.
"You're lucky I love you," Connor mumbled before planting a soft warm kiss on Troye's lips. Troye giggled, before picking up the whisk and wiping it all over Connor's face.
"Oh, you piece of-"
"You love me." Troye smirked before tackling Connor to the ground, their lips connected. Connor moaned slightly as Troye pushed his tongue into his mouth, roaming freely. Troye's hands slipped under Connor's shirt, caressing his bare chest. Soon enough, both their shirts were off and they were on the couch, their kisses sloppy and rough. Troye's fingers tangled themselves in Connor's caramel hair as his boyfriend nipped gently at his neck, probably leaving a hickey or two.
"God, I love you so much," Troye moaned, his voice raspy and desperate. He teasingly grinded his hips against Connor, causing a husky "fuck" to escape his lips. Connor's hands tugged down Troye's skinny jeans needily.
"I need you," He groaned, pleasure clouding his mind. Troye did the same for Connor's pants, both boys extremely excited about, well, the fun part.
As Connor's hands reached the waistband of Troye's boxers, Troye slapped his hand away.
"Not today, I'm hungry," He got up, and pulled his jeans back on before strolling back to the kitchen. Connor groaned in frustration; there was a large 'tent' in his boxers, waiting to be touched. He quickly dressed, pulling his shirt down a bit lower than his crotch.
"A little riled up?" Troye laughed, spooning spoons of batter onto the baking sheet.
"Fuck you."
"No honey, that's my job," Troye smirked.
"Leave!"