Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I wrote in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.
Utensil Joy
Part Un
The meal is over, food and drink all consumed and enjoyed, nothing left but the faint hint of a taste – perhaps only imagined – still clinging to the stainless steel utensils.
Rosencrantz follows the edge of his spoon with the tip of his tongue, swipes along the underside of the bowl, then the edge again, then the concave dip, before sucking it into his mouth up to the stem, a happy humming vibrating through his chest at the traces of sweet over the metallic base.
Across from him, Guildenstern's teeth attempt to leave their mark on the unyielding tines of his fork.
END