Coffee addict

Chung: TT, Raven: VC

"Why do we have to go in here every fucking time again?"

The black-haired groaned. It was annoying. It was always the same. Every time they passed a coffee shop in the city, Chung „jumped in" because he needed a cup of coffee for whatever reason.

Which was probably because he was always so happy and cheery.

Now they were standing in the line in a small coffee shop, he barely noticed when the line got a bit shorter.

"A large Cappuccino with chocolate syrup, please."

"That's four fifty, please."

"Here you are..."

"Thank you."

He rolled his eyes. Always the sugary stuff.

"Oh, and to answer your question..."

"Yeah?"

"It's tasty."

"Maybe. But it's expensive, it destroys your teeth and it makes you hyperactive. I don't need a coffee every hour and I'm still healthy."

"And grumpy as fuck."

"Hey!"

Raven watched his boyfriend take a sip of his … what did he order again? Well, not like he was interested in it.

"Is something the matter?"

"No..."

"Should I give you a sip? Maybe you'll change your opinion."

"No thank you..."

"But this one is really good!"

"And sweet as cotton candy hell."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It's too sweet."

"You say that about me sometimes, too."

"That's a complete different matter!"

"No not really..."

"Anyway, I don't want anything of this disgusting stuff."

"Did you just call my coffee disgusting?!"

"Yeah, I did."

"You'll die as soon as we're home."

"Sure..."

Suddenly, an idea popped in his mind.

He grabbed the blonde's hand and wrapped his arm around the small waist.

"Raven! Watch the coffee!"

"Coffee, coffee, coffee!"

"Yeah! I payed four dollars for it!"

"Just what I was saying the whole time..."

He lowered his head and Chung's lips with his own. It tasted like... chocolate, but bitter and creamy. And of course, it was hot. So hot he almost pulled back.

Seriously, how could he drink this in such big sips? He ran his tongue along the insides of the blonde's mouth, drawing a long moan from him.

While they were kissing, Raven tasted every single bit of the cappuccino remains in his boyfriend's mouth. Chocolate. Bitter. Cream. Sweet. And between all that, there was a taste he couldn't recognize.

Maybe that was what coffee in love tasted like.

Coffee in love didn't sound too bad.

Maybe he would order that next time.

I don't like coffee. Or cappuccino. Or anything like that.

Anyway, I wanted to do this.

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