(He might seem overly careful as he pours the batter and adds the blueberries, but this is a new skill for him. Even his neck is red as he turns to look at his lover.)
[Astaldo beamed as he got the chocolate sauce ready, unable to stop himself from dipping in a finger and linking the chocolate off of it. He paused then as he realized Tambe had seen him do that, slowly setting the jar aside.]
[Astaldo watched him eat the strawberry, something in his eyes. He dipped his finger in the chocolate sauce once more but this time leaned up to smear it across his husband's lips with a smile. Before Tambe could ask any questions, he stood up on his toes to kiss him, running his tongue across his lips to taste the chocolate.]
Where else would I taste good, do you think? (Some of those ideas were occurring to him as well and he felt hot. Turning to the stove, he piled the pancakes onto a plate and brought it to the table.)
I can think of a few place- I can show you after breakfast. [Astaldo suggested with a grin as he helped set the table with sauce, juice, plates and forks.]
I really hope you really start to like chocolate sauce later. [Astaldo laughed as he pulled his foot away so they could eat. They would need the energy.]
I like how you think, love. [Astaldo was making sure to eat quickly, getting a little worked up at the thought of licking chocolate sauce off of his husband.]
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I've added sugar. We may not need syrup.
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OH! I wonder if chocolate sauce would be any good on pancakes...
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I hope it tastes good!
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...delicious. Try it, love.
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Oh that is delicious! Lets try strawberries! [He grabbed some, dipping one into the chocolate, swirling it around before eating it.]
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I suppose I am more of a strawberry and you are more of a blueberry?
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I am not a fruit, Finno.
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You are not allowed to have talented feet.
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(He huffs and pours some sauce on his pancakes, trying a small bite.)
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