You awoke to a tantalizing aroma wafting into your room. The heavenly scent is enough to rouse you from your bed and make you shuffle your way into the kitchen where you are greeted by the sight of Matthew in front of the stove cooking his specialty.
"Hey, I was actually about to go and wake you up." he says, cutely tilting his head to the side and giving you a dreamy little grin.
Instead of answering him you dive forward and grab a plate of pancakes and proceed to drench them in maple syrup. After shoving a huge forkful into your mouth you look up at him with starry eyes and loudly proclaim "You are a pancake god. No other person could make these as yummy as you do." To which he just gives you a little laugh and turns back to the stovetop.
Turning back to the plate, you continue to stuff your face as you lean against the counter. A bit of the maple syrup you had used to drown your pancakes has started to trail down your chin. You try to lick it off to but no avail. When you are about to go in search of a napkin,you feel warm fingers come under your chin and tilt your head up. Your eyes meet Matthew's violet ones. A light blush dusts his cheeks as he leans in and murmurs into your ear "Let me help you with that." Leaving a tormenting trail of feather light kisses along your jaw, when he finally reaches your chin and starts to lick the sticky syrup, your breath catches. Your heart races as he pays careful attention to make sure that none of the sweet substance is wasted. As he finally raises his lips to yours, it takes all your willpower to just stay standing.
Matthew's hand moves from your chin to the back of your head, deepening the kiss, while the other grips your waist. You happily respond by wrapping your arms around his neck. A moan escapes your lips as you blissfully revel in how wonderful he feels pressed against you.
"Yo! You guys didn't answer the door so I let myself in. Do ya guys wanna go see that one new mo…" Alfred stops mid sentence as he rounds the corner. Upon he seeing you and Matthew, he seems to be struck dumb, standing and staring, as if trying to comprehend what he had just interrupted.
You sigh as Matthew withdraws his lips from yours, leaning his forehead against yours. You cast Alfred a sideways glare and say, "You know Alfie dear, you make one heck of a cock block.