pancakes [yooran oneshot]

Two

Yoosung sat himself up on the counter as Saeran hastily started making pancakes, scrolling through his phone for some light music to play.

He decided on 'Put your records on' by Corinne Bailey Rae, one of his favorite songs. It lightened the mood, and he mouthed the words and swayed along to the beat.

Saeran kept looking up at Yoosung nervously, almost as if worried Yoosung would walk out again.

"Hey," Yoosung called softly. Saeran's head snapped up. "I'm not leaving," Yoosung cooed, cupping Saeran's cheek with a slightly clammy hand.

Saeran leaned into his hand, closing his eyes briefly. He didn't talk much, that's for sure, but Yoosung liked him. Probably more than he should've after only one day.

Saeran mixed the batter expertly, then dropped the pancakes on a frying pan in perfect circles.

"You look like an expert. Do you bake a lot?" Yoosung asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah, they're easy. Sweet. Quick. I like to cook." He blushed, but then grinned, "I'll cook for you as long as you want me to," Saeran said coyly.

Yoosung giggled, hopping off the counter and taking the spatula from Saeran lightly to man the flipping.

In ten minutes, they were laughing with each other while eating puffy pancakes, Saeran reaching across the table to ruffle a bashful Yoosung's bedhead.

He chuckled lightly, "'S cute like that," he grinned. Yoosung wanted to melt. Suddenly, Yoosung reached for the maple syrup next to Saeran and began pouring it meticulously over his pancakes.

Saeran laughed as the tip of Yoosung's tongue peeked out from the corner of his mouth in concentration.

They heard a soft padding of feet and then a small black and brown tabby cat approached the small table, rubbing up against Saeran's leg.

"Hey, Izzie," Saeran cooed, scratching the cats head affectionately. Yoosung reached down to pet her as well, but his elbow knocked into the syrup container and the sticky substance spilled on his hand and forearm.

With a yelp, Yoosung quickly turned the bottle upright again, but by then, he was a mess.

Basically automatically, Yoosung began licking his fingers, trying to get the syrup off.

Saeran couldn't help but stare as Yoosung lapped quietly at the syrup, blushing intensely as his dirty mind showed him images that weren't exactly appropriate, involving Yoosung's mouth and tongue...

"Here, let me," he murmured, and reached out to take Yoosungs hand. Slowly, and to Yoosung's blushing astonishment, Saeran slipped Yoosung's pinky finger past his lips, his tongue skating up and down, letting his saliva coat the finger, all the while keeping a sultry gaze on Yoosung.

The blonde gulped, mouth dry, as Saeran did the same for the rest of his fingers, each time letting go with a wet 'pop', after dragging his teeth lightly up Yoosung's finger.

When they were clean, he began slowly licking Yoosung's palm, then his wrist. He stopped there, smirked, and then got up to clean the dishes.

Yoosung sat there, stunned, then noticed that a whole lot of syrup had spilled into his lap. Smirking lightly to himself, he slowly got up, then peeled of his shirt and pants, leaving him in baby-blue boxers.

Saeran finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, then walked back to the living room to  find Yoosung-

Saeran's jaw went slack at the sight of Yoosung's pale, bare skin, and slight indications of abs. Small freckles dotted his shoulders; something Saeran strangely loved, and there was a sharp, cutting v-line that disappeared under Yoosung's boxers. Saeran wanted those off, no matter how cute they were.

Yoosung glanced at Saeran from over his shoulder, a light pink blush on his cheeks.

"I'm all sticky," he pouted. Saeran walked towards him slowly, grabbing the bottle of maple syrup as he passed the table.

He leaned forward and whispered in Yoosung's ear, "Well..." in a flash, he had dumped the rest of the syrup all of Yoosung's head, and it poured over Yoosung's bare back and chest.

Yoosung's eyes went wide, and Saeran bolted out of the room, laughing, Yoosung chased after him, and grabbed two eggs from the carton that still lay open on the counter.

"Yoosung, don't you dare-"

In seconds, egg yolk was splattered over Saeran's arms and shirt.

"You little shit!"

Yoosung shrieked, then actually screamed when Saeran grabbed a handful of flour, and before he could move, the white powder was all over him, sticking to his syrupy chest. Laughing, the two met each other, and simultaneously leaned forward to press their lips together.

Yoosung wasn't even surprised, not even upset anymore. He was happy. The sun shone through the window warming his skin, and Saeran's hands were soft on his bare hips, and he grinned, wanted to stay here forever.

Saeran's lips were like silk, and he didn't even try anything, despite Yoosung's partial nudity.

When they pulled apart, they laughed again, and then Saeran pointed Yoosung to the shower, slapping his butt lightly, earning himself a middle-finger over Yoosung's shoulder.

...

When they had both showered, they lay together on Saeran's bed, laughing over each other, and kissing occasionally, perfectly ruining the moment.