Sherloki In The Kitchen
It was a cold June morning, The God of Mischief lounging across the bed. His pale skin contrasting with the black spread of the bed sheets. He stirred slowly, awakening to the sweet scent of toast coming from the kitchen. Loki drew the bed sheets around him, seeing no need for clothes after a long night of passionate love making, and stumbled into the kitchen.
He saw his lover, The Great Consulting Detective: Sherlock Holmes, leaning over the counter buttering a slice of the homemade bread that had been made into toast earlier that morning. The sunlight caught his cheekbones reflecting the love of his bread.
Loki sauntered up to Sherlock's crouched form, engulfing him in the sheets and softly whispering 'Ehehehehe' as he did so. Sherlock shrugged him off seeming slightly stand-offish. He then proceeded to thrust the warm knife into the soft butter. He smoothly slicked the bread with the greasy Marge. Loki whimpering as he saw the butter sink into the bread.
Loki muttered 'Give me that you mere mortal' under his breath, not knowing that Sherlock had heard every word. Sherlock turned slowly, raising the warm, moist bread as he did so. He took one step towards Loki and pressed the buttered slice against his glistening naked chest. His hand moved slowly down, smearing butter all over the pale form.
"oh," Loki whispered. His member hardening as the butter oozed out of the bread and dribbled down his naked form. Sherlock sniggered, moving forward to press the bread between himself and his lover.
"Have you got any cases today?" Loki inquisitively murmured. The consulting detective shook his head, burrowing his way into Loki's shoulder. The corners of Loki's mouth grew into a slight grin, he had planned his own cases for the detective to solve today.
Loki hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Sherlock's night trousers, pulling then slowly down his slender legs. As the material fell to the ground Loki dropped to his knees, assuming the position he has forced upon many a mere mortal. He moved his body forward, nuzzling his head into Sherlock's already pulsating cock.
The consulting detective let out a soft moan of ecstasy as Loki moved his hand to his erection. Sliding it loosely up and down his incredible length.
"Stop teasing you wanker" Sherlock grumbled softly. Fisting his right hand into Loki's already mussed hair, Pulling him closer. Loki smirked before gently sliding his lips down Sherlock's entire length.
Then, Sherlock finally ate his toast while letting out a pleasured sigh of relief.
The End.