"Oh, we're gonna make a mockery of the loss of my sourdough and waste the breakfast I just spent time fetching from downstairs?" Mingyu demanded, and even as he said this he helped nudge the tray out of Fox's lap off to the safety of the end table as well, because, well. Fox had a point. That lap was far better occupied by him.
Draping arms over Fox's shoulders, he leaned in to claim another kiss from those criminally sweet lips.
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Draping arms over Fox's shoulders, he leaned in to claim another kiss from those criminally sweet lips.
"Well...? I'm waiting."