Detroit: Become Human [ONESHOTS] [DISCONTINUED]

-["Flour Power" ~ Simarkus ]-

-[Human AU]-

Simon hummed softly as he got a mixing bowl out of the cupboard, placing it down next the ingredients for the pancakes. He planned to make them before Markus got up for work so he'd have a nice breakfast to keep him going. Simon weighed out the ingredients, mixing them together to make the pancake batter.

He turned his head when he heard the stairs creak and then Markus appeared in the doorway, dressed in his work clothes and looking exhausted. Simon pushed a mug of coffee over to him, one he'd made earlier. Markus smiled softly and thanked him, picking it up and taking a large gulp of the caffeinated beverage. Markus sat down at the kitchen table, watching Simon work on making the pancakes, well, he was mainly just staring at Simon's ass but that's not important.

Simon was so busy making the pancakes that he hadn't noticed Markus stand back up and make his way over to the bag of flour. Simon turns around and gasped as a bit of flour hit his face, making his cheek white. Markus chuckled mischievously.

"Oh so that's how it's going to be," Simon giggled, quickly covering his hands with flour and then made a grabby motion towards Markus, "C'mere, Darling~" Markus was quick to avoid him, not wanting to get flour on his work clothes.

After a few minutes of chasing Markus around the kitchen, Simon gave up and told Markus to sit patiently. He made the pancakes and drizzled maple syrup over them before placing the plate in front of Markus. Simon usually ate breakfast a little later in the day when Markus was at work so he just sat opposite him, watching him with a fond look. Markus wolfed down the pancakes, humming out how good they were with a full mouth. Markus soon finished and took his plate over to the sink, washing it up. While he was washing the plate, Simon sneakily got the flour back in his hands and went over to Markus.

With a smirk on his face, Simon placed his hands on Markus's ass, making flour handprints on his black jeans. To make it look non suspicious, he got close and rested his chin against Markus' shoulder.

"Love yoooou~" He hummed with an innocent smile. Markus, oblivious to what Simon had actually done, turned his head and kissed Simon's cheek, smiling softly at him.

"I love you too, Honey," he said and finished washing the plate, putting it away. Simon quickly wiped off any excess flour on his hands and stood there as if he'd done nothing. Markus went over to him and gave him a sweet peck on the lips.

"I gotta go now. See you when I get home," he said softly and peppered Simon's face in light kisses, making the blonde giggle. Simon said goodbye and watched Markus walk to the door with his business satchel, a smirk plastered on Simon's face as he could still very clearly see the handprints he'd made on Markus' ass.