Krem hummed against the kiss, and then nodded a little at the offer of help. It would go faster, they would be nearer the end of the task, and then they would have the whole night in front of them, and whatever else happened.
"You're in charge of vegetables, then," he said, unloading his basket carefully to get everything he'd brought. "And...pointing me in the direction of a pot. It's a stew, so it will take a bit to cook down."
Krem had already done a lot of work to prepare for the meal beforehand, but there were some things that were just better done when you were ready to get to cooking. Either way, the meal itself took an hour or two to cook down to its final form, and they'd find ways to fill the time, he was sure. But he left Peter with the vegetables to cut up into bite-size pieces, once he'd shown him where a decent sized pot was, and then started toasting spices in it.
"This is one that my mother used to make a lot. I'm glad I could find everything for it."
"Alright, let me fetch you the drink and we can start." After getting the beer, Peter handled Krem one of his aprons so he didn't get his clothes dirty and looked around the kitchen for the tools they might need for the dinner.
He wasn't familiar with the dish but he was paying attention to what Krem was doing as well as getting the vegetables and other food ready as ordered. Every now and then Peter hummed a song under his breath as they comfortably moved around the small kitchen. It was different, he usually cooked alone, and it was...domestic. He liked domestic.
"It's already starting to smell good, so I'm sure it will taste like heaven." After he finishes working on the vegetables and adding them to the mix, he bumped his hips against Krem's playfully. It was just difficult to keep his hands to himself when he had such a gorgeous partner that was sweet enough to pamper him, making them dinner. Peter found himself placing his hand on each side of Krem's hips, nuzzling his nape nd kissing its curve as the other worked, and pressing his chest against the man's back. "And, hmm, how much time we have before it's done?"
'Do we have enough time for me to distract you?', is what Peter was trying to convey. He let one of his hands do the silent questioning, slipping under Krem's shirt.
Even though he'd felt Peter coming, he still inhaled a little, surprised by the sudden attention, in a good way. Peter's warmth and presence, each time they did this, was confident and reassuring, and that helped Krem be confident in turn. He tilted his head a little bit to allowed the attention to his neck, his belly fluttering slightly when Peter reached under his shirt.
There was cheap lace underneath, not skin like at the spa or his stays like he might normally have worn. He still hadn't turned in anything for better clothes, but the vending machine had gotten him something good enough to wear, a treat for them both. It was still concealed under his clothes, but Peter could still feel the fabric of the bodysuit.
"Once it's ready to cook, we'll have an hour or two," Krem said, the implication that they weren't quite there managing to come through. He brought a hand up to Peter's and slowly guided it down between his legs. "But you could start...warming things up."
He wasn't aiming to startle Krem, but the reaction made him smile, lips curling up while still pressed to the back of the other man's neck. He always gave the best reactions, occasionally surprised ones that soon enough turned into flirting, proof of Krem's quick thinking and keen wit that Peter enjoyed very much.
More than once, Peter had wondered what Krem's home world must be like. He knows Bull and him are friends, and he has the feeling it might be a world similar to Molly and Fjord's. What he wonders the most is if the people there had treated Krem the way he deserves, with respect and adoration. He might ask one day if he finds the right moment.
His lips brushed against the offered neck, a tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe before he blew lightly over it, playing with the hot and cold sensations. Peter knew many ways to be distracting, and he enjoyed teasing more than he coudl put in words.
His hand found the unexpected lace, and he hummed in approval close to Krem's ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe. Peter didn't care about the quality, a potato sack would look gorgeous on Krem because it would be Krem wearing it, and he sure appreciated the effort the other man had put on their date to surprise him. It made something warm bloom on Peter's chest and spread down until it reached his lower belly.
"Once it's ready to cook...sounds too far away. I think I'll take you up on your offer." He said thickly, shifting to press his body against Krem, pinning him in place and pressing his hand between the man's thighs as suggested. It would be more fun once he got under Krem's clothes, but they had time and Peter's questing fingers wasted no time in trailing up Krem's inner thigh, stroking his slit through the fabric.
Krem swore under his breath, mild and laughing, as Peter started to play with him like that. It was subtle, for now. Building. Krem had been a little turned on just from showing up and the couple of friendly kisses, and the hand down the front of his pants certainly helped. Peter's bold exploration made Krem squirm as he focused on cutting fish for the stew, hurrying more than he would normally.
He wanted to drag out this playful teasing, but he wanted Peter to have better access to him even more than that. And, beyond that, there was that toy he'd sent him in the bag he'd brought still. That could wait. They had all night, after all.
Half distracted with Peter's questing fingers teasing and touching over his thighs and his covered cunt, Krem finished the last of the prep work and threw it into the pot. He could feel his thighs gently trembling with desire.
"You're incorrigible," he sighed, shoving his hips back against Peter's in a gentle temptation.
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He enjoyed that reaction immensely, the soft swearing and the less subtle laugh. Sex was supposed to be fun, freeing, and relaxed. Peter prided himself in giving his partners a good time, even if today that could be counterproductive to their future dinner.
Their closeness and all that squirm were having an effect on him as well, his cock stirring to life and hardening as they got more handsy. They would have time for the toy later, he wasn't worried about that. The evening was going to be long and, if Peter had any saying in it, pleasingly filled with mind-breaking orgasms.
"It's part of my charm." It was said against the curve of Krem's neck, the tip of Peter's nose brushing against the back of the right ear. His breath caught, and his pupils grew wide when Krem's ass pressed against his front. His body's response was to press himself forward in return, cock straining in his jeans and now more in contact with Krem's backside. They fit perfectly together. "And you're very tempting. How I am supposed to resist this?"
Peter's hands roamed. The one under Krem's shirt moved up to cup his left breast and give it a squeeze. Fingers teasing the nipple over the lace, careful not to tear it in the process. The other trailed up from between Krem's legs to the flat of the man's stomach, and then Peter brought it to his mouth. First, he ran a thumb under the lower lip, then pressed his index and middle finger over it. "Suck on them. Get them nice and wet."
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"You're in charge of vegetables, then," he said, unloading his basket carefully to get everything he'd brought. "And...pointing me in the direction of a pot. It's a stew, so it will take a bit to cook down."
Krem had already done a lot of work to prepare for the meal beforehand, but there were some things that were just better done when you were ready to get to cooking. Either way, the meal itself took an hour or two to cook down to its final form, and they'd find ways to fill the time, he was sure. But he left Peter with the vegetables to cut up into bite-size pieces, once he'd shown him where a decent sized pot was, and then started toasting spices in it.
"This is one that my mother used to make a lot. I'm glad I could find everything for it."
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He wasn't familiar with the dish but he was paying attention to what Krem was doing as well as getting the vegetables and other food ready as ordered. Every now and then Peter hummed a song under his breath as they comfortably moved around the small kitchen. It was different, he usually cooked alone, and it was...domestic. He liked domestic.
"It's already starting to smell good, so I'm sure it will taste like heaven." After he finishes working on the vegetables and adding them to the mix, he bumped his hips against Krem's playfully. It was just difficult to keep his hands to himself when he had such a gorgeous partner that was sweet enough to pamper him, making them dinner. Peter found himself placing his hand on each side of Krem's hips, nuzzling his nape nd kissing its curve as the other worked, and pressing his chest against the man's back. "And, hmm, how much time we have before it's done?"
'Do we have enough time for me to distract you?', is what Peter was trying to convey. He let one of his hands do the silent questioning, slipping under Krem's shirt.
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There was cheap lace underneath, not skin like at the spa or his stays like he might normally have worn. He still hadn't turned in anything for better clothes, but the vending machine had gotten him something good enough to wear, a treat for them both. It was still concealed under his clothes, but Peter could still feel the fabric of the bodysuit.
"Once it's ready to cook, we'll have an hour or two," Krem said, the implication that they weren't quite there managing to come through. He brought a hand up to Peter's and slowly guided it down between his legs. "But you could start...warming things up."
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More than once, Peter had wondered what Krem's home world must be like. He knows Bull and him are friends, and he has the feeling it might be a world similar to Molly and Fjord's. What he wonders the most is if the people there had treated Krem the way he deserves, with respect and adoration. He might ask one day if he finds the right moment.
His lips brushed against the offered neck, a tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe before he blew lightly over it, playing with the hot and cold sensations. Peter knew many ways to be distracting, and he enjoyed teasing more than he coudl put in words.
His hand found the unexpected lace, and he hummed in approval close to Krem's ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe. Peter didn't care about the quality, a potato sack would look gorgeous on Krem because it would be Krem wearing it, and he sure appreciated the effort the other man had put on their date to surprise him. It made something warm bloom on Peter's chest and spread down until it reached his lower belly.
"Once it's ready to cook...sounds too far away. I think I'll take you up on your offer." He said thickly, shifting to press his body against Krem, pinning him in place and pressing his hand between the man's thighs as suggested. It would be more fun once he got under Krem's clothes, but they had time and Peter's questing fingers wasted no time in trailing up Krem's inner thigh, stroking his slit through the fabric.
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He wanted to drag out this playful teasing, but he wanted Peter to have better access to him even more than that. And, beyond that, there was that toy he'd sent him in the bag he'd brought still. That could wait. They had all night, after all.
Half distracted with Peter's questing fingers teasing and touching over his thighs and his covered cunt, Krem finished the last of the prep work and threw it into the pot. He could feel his thighs gently trembling with desire.
"You're incorrigible," he sighed, shoving his hips back against Peter's in a gentle temptation.
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He enjoyed that reaction immensely, the soft swearing and the less subtle laugh. Sex was supposed to be fun, freeing, and relaxed. Peter prided himself in giving his partners a good time, even if today that could be counterproductive to their future dinner.
Their closeness and all that squirm were having an effect on him as well, his cock stirring to life and hardening as they got more handsy. They would have time for the toy later, he wasn't worried about that. The evening was going to be long and, if Peter had any saying in it, pleasingly filled with mind-breaking orgasms.
"It's part of my charm." It was said against the curve of Krem's neck, the tip of Peter's nose brushing against the back of the right ear. His breath caught, and his pupils grew wide when Krem's ass pressed against his front. His body's response was to press himself forward in return, cock straining in his jeans and now more in contact with Krem's backside. They fit perfectly together. "And you're very tempting. How I am supposed to resist this?"
Peter's hands roamed. The one under Krem's shirt moved up to cup his left breast and give it a squeeze. Fingers teasing the nipple over the lace, careful not to tear it in the process. The other trailed up from between Krem's legs to the flat of the man's stomach, and then Peter brought it to his mouth. First, he ran a thumb under the lower lip, then pressed his index and middle finger over it. "Suck on them. Get them nice and wet."