Warning: fluff no sex this chapter.
It was 3AM and Akihito stared at the fridge with a contemplative look while weighing his options. Asami sat in his usual seat with a cigarette in his mouth, a document in his right hand and a bourbon on the rocks in his left. He peered over his shoulders at the younger man and watched him for a few moments before he decided. Asami set down his drink and document to stride over to the boy. Golden eyes traced the slight curves and his arms reached out to wrap the boy's upper body with his warmth. Akihito jumped out of his deep thought by the warm arms that now stuck him to the older man.
"A...Asami, what do you want?" Akihito spat out while struggling to release himself from the strong arms but he knew he would never really leave them.
"I should be asking you that. You have been distracting me for 20 minutes with your cute little sounds and perky ass." He proved that by rubbing his growing erection against the crack of the cheeks.
"You are such a damn pervert! Now leave me alone; I wanna do something." Akihito snapped at the yakuza but the man refused to leave.
"What are you going to do?" Asami curiously asked and the blonde gave up on struggling and looked up at the man.
"...since it's a little late and we have the ingredients, I wanted to make something sweet." Akihito confessed and Asami amusedly looked back down at the boy.
"We could just make something sweet in bed." Akihito scoffed at his lewdness and pushed the man away who actually did let him go.
"That is so much messier. Anyways, I wanted cake so I am going to get cake." He proclaimed and Asami just chuckled and joined his kitten in the kitchen. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to help."
"Like hell you will." Asami's eyes twinkled darkly and he just rolled up the sleeves of his button up shirt and followed his boy. "...fine, just don't blame me when your Armani shirt gets dirty." Akihito sneered before grabbing the necessary ingredients from the cabinets while feeling hungry eyes on him...namely his behind. Just to get back at Asami, Akihito bent down to grab something in the fridge and made sure his ass was in clear line of sight. Asami on the other hand was tempted to just grab those tempting hips and ram into the luscious heat he always craved but refrained. Maybe this time, there would be no sex. That would be new.
Akihito rummaged through the many cupboards on the hunt for a large mixing bowl and unearthed one from underneath the sink. He rinsed it and handed it to Asami who gave him a raised brow look.
"What's that look for?" Akihito snapped.
"Why are you handing me this?"
"...for you to dry."
"Oh." Dumbass. Akihito sighed harshly as Asami clumsily wiped the bowl dry. Most think that the yakuza is perfect at whatever he turns his hand to but Akihito had to learn the hard way. Asami grew up in a wealthy family thus never having to do such chores and would mostly make Suoh or Kirishima do everything. Once, he asked if Asami could take out the trash and Asami said he did, surprising the blonde. He checked the garbage can to find it still full and gave the golden eyed man a glare with his hazel eyes. Later, after a round of angry sex, Asami said he thought Akihito meant enemies as the said trash. After that, he got out of the bed and showered in disbelief.
Akihito measured out all of the ingredients and threw it into the now dry bowl and began to mix. Whenever Asami asked if he could help, Akihito just pointed at the now ruined apron that he somehow managed to get oil all over. They weren't even using oil. He just wanted an excuse to remove the said apron to feel his boy better.
"You could always just bake with an apron and nothing else." That did it. He was out of the kitchen. Asami internally sulked as he watched his young lover bustle around the kitchen from a distance and sighed in content as he watched the voluptuous globes of his backside slightly bounce as he rushed around. Akihito could feel the penetrating stare that his yakuza gave him and it lit a fire in his lower regions but he was determined to make this goddamn cake.
Finally the cake was popped into the awaiting oven and Akihito waited in anticipation for his scrumptious cake that promised a new level of heaven with its moistness and sweetness. As the time passed, the smell of a cake wafted throughout the penthouse and the cute little noises that Akihito made were making Asami reach his limit. He itched to reach out the blonde (who sat across him on the couch where he was lying down on his stomach with his legs swinging up and down while munching on a Pocky as he flipped through a magazine) and knead his hands into that supple ass that was tucked into a pair of obscenely short shorts (even though it was the end of summer, it did not mean Akihito could wear shorts that made his buttcheeks come out and for the wearer not to expect Asami to jump him every minute) and to suck those nipples that could be seen through the wide cut of the arm holes of his thin tanktop.
Soon, the timer went off and Akihito excitedly shot up and rushed to get his new creation. He stuffed his hands into the mitts and got it out of the blistering heat of the oven and placed it on a mat to let cool. He waited an agonizing 20 minutes before digging into the cake and moaned in delight at the moistness and the unmistakable taste of dark chocolate that filled up all of his senses. Cake was almost better than sex. But before he could defend himself, Asami could no longer take it and swept the boy into his strong arms to go into the bedroom.
"What the! Put me down, bastard! I want cake!" Akihito protested and attempted to push away from the man but the yakuza was determined. And everything else was history and the cake became too cold and dry for Akihito to enjoy anymore. He could make cake again...just to see that jealous expression on Asami again.