*this is gonna be short bc I wrote it quickly for min koselig kylling Lyla-chan*
Sondre had been up for 22 hours, and it was 1am when he discovered the full bottle of chocolate syrup at the back of his fridge.
He'd been walking around the house in a tired haze (topless, of course - he couldn't resist the solitude) and he was hungry. After 10 minutes of searching for something to eat, he found said syrup.
'HELVETE JA!' Sondre yelled, taking advantage of the empty house. He pulled the bottle out of the fridge, and without hesitation, he squirted some into his mouth.
Not all of it reached his mouth, though. Some of the cold, sweet syrup spilled onto his bare torso, causing goosebumps to form under the sticky layer of chocolate.
Sondre froze. Using his free hand, he extended his index finger and used it to catch some of the syrup. He shuddered under his own, calloused touch, and he by the time he had licked the syrup off of his finger, the remaining liquid was dripping down to the waistband of his sweatpants.
Sondre reached down. His long, hard fingertips dipped under his waistband, and a strangled noise escaped his chocolate-coated throat.
When he had sucked the syrup off of his fingertips, he realised how it must look. A half-naked Norwegian man with black, messy hair getting turned on by syrup? It was unheard of.
Sondre put the syrup back into the fridge and went to bed
Around 3 hours later, he went back to the kitchen, out of his mind with arousal. The bottle was empty by 4:30.
