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“What are you making today?” Pine asks, tucking his thumbs through Teddy’s belt loops and his chin over Teddy’s shoulder, and Teddy hums.
“Something good.”
“Of that, I have no doubt,” Pine assures him, inhaling deeply. Steam and spices and lovely savoury smells, the pan in front of Teddy simmering merrily away.
Teddy is generally of the opinion that white people, and particularly the English, should not be allowed in his kitchen. Pine, who likes to protest that he has spent most of his adult life abroad, is sometimes permitted to assist in food prep and chopping vegetables, but that just as often ends in him showing off his knife skills and both of them getting distracted, and then he’s banned for a different reason.
“Here,” Teddy says, dipping the spoon in and holding it up, one hand cupped beneath to catch drips, and Pine leans obediently forward and blows the heat away, then closes his mouth around it.
It is good, of course. Flavours light up across his tongue, spice chasing salt chasing something rich and almost sweet. “Mmm.”
“Stop that,” Teddy says, elbowing him. “It’s nearly done. No time for distractions.”
Pine steps obligingly away from him, going to lean against the counter with his arms folded, watching Teddy work. He doesn’t tend to do recipes, saying that when he first learned to cook it was just with whatever was on hand, and he decides on ingredients mostly by smell rather than taste, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of what’s cooking, then reaching for this or that.
The taste is still lingering pleasantly in his mouth and Pine licks his lips, rolls his tongue against his soft palate. Teddy catches him doing it and sighs, then sets the spoon down, crosses the small distance between them and captures him in a kiss, chasing the taste for himself. Pine is wholly willing to let him, opening for him immediately, and Teddy makes an irritated noise and bites at his lower lip.
“I’m not distracting you,” Pine says, low and mostly a mumble against Teddy’s lips, and Teddy answers with something that might be si, siempre lo eres and licks back into his mouth.
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“Yes, you always are.”
He crowds right up against Pine, pushing him back against the counter, and then his hands skim down from Pine’s hips to his thighs and heft him up and then he’s perched on the counter top, Teddy warm and hungry between his legs.
“Nn, Teddy, the food,” Pine reminds him when Teddy’s hand finds its way to his cock, and Teddy draws reluctantly back.
“Yo sé, yo sé. Quiero comerte, bollo.”
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“I know, I know. I just to eat you all up, hot stuff.”
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“In a little while.”
“Ahorita,” Pine promises, running a thumb over his mouth, and Teddy nips at it, eyes dark.
“Alright,” he says finally, pulling away. He smacks playfully at Pine’s thigh. “Now get your ass off my counter, ¡es antihigiénico!”
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“It’s unhygienic!”
“I didn’t even put it up here!” Pine retorts, but he wriggles down again.
Teddy serves up and they go and sit down, Pine making sure he makes appropriately appreciative noises over the food while Teddy eyes him from the other side of the table. They’re both tall enough that their knees often collide when they eat like this, but this time they’ve very deliberately slotted their legs together, feet tangling and ankles knocking. Ever impatient, Teddy’s foot starts creeping up Pine’s calf about halfway through the meal, although unless either of them really slumps down in their chairs it won’t reach much higher than mid-thigh. Teddy certainly makes a spirited attempt though, toes running along the seam of Pine’s trousers.
Eventually, Pine stills his foot with one hand and picks up his plate with the other, pushing the chair back and standing up. “Voy a laver los platos,” he says smoothly, expression innocent, and reaches for Teddy’s plate as well. Teddy just looks at him, dark-eyed and disdainful, and Pine smiles sunnily at him and goes back to the kitchen.
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“I’m going to do the washing up.”
He puts the dishes in the sink. He turns the tap on. He waits for the water to warm up.
Behind him, the chair screeches against the floor.
“¡Chingar los platos!” Teddy says hotly, grabbing him by the hips and spinning him around, and Pine laughs.
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“Fuck the washing up!”
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“Now that is unhygienic.”
“Ahora eso es antihigiénico,” he starts, but most of it is lost in Teddy’s mouth. He manages to fumble behind him and turn the tap off again.
“¿Qué tomamos?” Teddy breathes when the kiss breaks, and then dives back in again, mouth hot and demanding. “Calienta huevos.”
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“What did we have [to eat]? Hot eggs.” → blue balls
“Mm, delicioso.” Pine reaches down to palm his cock, his balls. “Is that what’s for dessert?”
Teddy groans, arches into the touch. “Si. Mamalos. Lamelos.” His thumb parts Pine’s lips. “Quiero que abras la jeta…y comerme.”
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“Yes. Suck them. Lick them. I want you to open your mouth…and ‘eat’ [fuck] me.”
“God, yes,” Pine says, somewhat garbled but conveyed effectively enough in the way he sucks on Teddy’s thumb, and picks him up. Teddy wraps his legs around him and Pine hitches him up a bit so that Teddy’s cock is pressing against his stomach rather than against his own erection, which would make walking much more difficult.
He drops them both down onto the couch and Teddy’s legs clamp around his waist, dragging their hips together. Teddy’s hands are on his face, holding him still so Teddy can absolutely ravish his mouth, so it falls to Pine to think about clothing and the removal thereof. He’s unfastening someone’s belt, probably his, by touch alone, everything reduced to the rub of fabric and the dulled but still electric friction of clothed grinding.
“¡Date prisa!” Teddy mumbles, and Pine nips at his lower lip.
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“Hurry up/Come on!”
“I’m trying! You’re not helping.”
Teddy sighs, world-weary and put-upon, and shoves both hands down between them. Their knuckles bump, fingers tangling, but in short order both of their trousers are finally open. Teddy lifts his hips, skimming everything down his thighs, and Pine obediently starts to shift backwards, dropping kisses down his chest.
Teddy’s hand collars the back of his neck. “Where are you going?”
“You wanted-“
“No, fuck that.” One of his hands slides inwards, closes on Pine’s cock through his underwear and squeezes. “Fuck me.”
“If you insist,” Pine says breathlessly.
“I do. ¡Sigue!”
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“Go on/get to it!”
“Yes, sir,” Pine purrs, and Teddy grins.
He kicks his way out of his clothes and Pine does the same, neatly dodging the way one of Teddy’s trouser legs is whipping around as he divests himself of them. He ends up in the V of Teddy’s spread thighs, hands sliding up towards his hips, and Teddy gives him a considering, heavy-lidded look and flips himself over, getting his knees under himself and stretching like a cat, arms extended and fingers grabbing for the armrest.
“Alright?” Pine asks, slotting himself in along his spine, and Teddy hums, felt as much as heard.
The sound pitches deeper and rougher as Pine breaches him, Teddy opening for him sweetly and easily and with only the barest twitch of resistance.
This has become simple and familiar but that doesn’t mean Pine is accustomed to it by any means; the heat of Teddy’s body, the clutch of it, the way it all feels and the trust inherent in it every time.
It’s easy to give in to it though, to chase the heat and the clutch and his own pleasure, all of it spiralling together and pulling his orgasm out of him in its wake. Teddy is arching beneath him and clenching around him, meeting his thrusts and pushing back, all of him in motion, and Pine drops his head to Teddy’s shoulder and pants and shudders and fills him up.
“Turn over,” he says, when he can, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s skin, and Teddy waits for him to pull out and then does just that, flipping over onto his back again and reaching for him, cock still hard and flushed between his legs. Pine kisses him, languid and filthy, and then makes a second attempt at heading south.
This time, Teddy doesn’t stop him. Pine’s mouth brushes his navel, his groin, the top of his thigh; his cock is right there, blatant and tempting, and Pine is just closing in to mouth at his balls when Teddy shifts and Pine catches a glimpse of his hole, pink and soft and a little slick.
He thinks, Why not.
It’s more similar to going down on a woman, surely, then getting his mouth around the whole fat length and girth of a prick. And with all Teddy’s talk of using his mouth to lick and suck and eat him…well. What can Pine do but obey?
He’s always been mad for it, with women, the scent and the taste and the feel of them melting under his tongue. Superficially Teddy looked the same, slick and pink and inviting, and now he wants to try it, to see. That imp of the perverse that has him chasing danger and living for the thrill of an adrenaline rush has awoken, and there’s not much more forbidden than this.
There’s little difference, thumbing apart the folds of woman’s cunt or the cheeks of Teddy’s arse so he can see what he’s working with, that secret little entrance that begs to be kissed and tongue-fucked and coaxed open. He leans in and licks over it, feeling the firm ridge of muscle and the hollow centre. It twitches and contracts under his tongue, Teddy belatedly realising what he’s doing and grabbing at his head, fingers tight in his hair.
“Is that a no?” Pine asks, obeying the tug upwards, and Teddy stares at him. “Because I’m very happy to suck your cock, I just-“
“You’re just fucking insane,” Teddy says, almost admiring. “Listo. Vamos, chaladón.”
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“Alright. Go on then, you nutter.”
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“With pleasure.”
“Con mucho gusto,” Pine says gravely, and ducks back down.
He can feel the way Teddy is trying to relax but also fighting it, muscle fluttering. Pine digs his thumbs in where they’re holding him open, rolling them in little circles, and applies more pressure with his tongue. Teddy chokes out something filthy and almost certainly blasphemous but his rim softens a little, and Pine chases that give. He’s relentless, not allowing any return to the previous tightness, and Teddy quivers and flexes and yields to him.
Pine promptly takes advantage and gets his tongue inside him.
“¡Eh ave maría!”
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“Jesus fucking Christ!”
Deciding that that’s as good an endorsement as any, Pine sets about kissing his hole as ardently as he ever does his mouth, and tonguing him as thoroughly and enthusiastically as he ever has a woman. It’s broadly the same now, anyway; though most of the wetness comes from his own saliva, the feel of his tongue probing hot muscle that ripples and clenches around it, opening for him and because of him, is the same. He’s being allowed to put his mouth to the most secret part of the human body, allowed to get his tongue inside, and that never fails to humble him.
Teddy’s hand is fisted so tight in his hair, Pine worries he might accidentally rip a hank out. His other hand he’s clearly got around his cock, if the frantic sound of skin on skin and the way his hips are jumping is any indication. He’s begging Pine not to stop and cursing a blue streak, and Pine pulls out his final trick, dips both thumbs into his loosened hole to spread him open from the inside while he licks between them.
Teddy comes with a shout, whole body clenching, swearing so fluidly and creatively Pine can only get a sense of what he’s saying. He stays firmly where he is until Teddy’s done, tremors still running through him inside and out, then draws away with a final, affectionate press of his mouth.
“¿Qué carajo te pasa?” Teddy asks rhetorically, still staring blindly at the ceiling. His stomach is splattered with come.
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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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“What? I ‘ate’ [/fucked] you, just like you said.”
“¿Qué? Me te comi, tal como dijiste.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Teddy complains, kicking him, and Pine laughs and catches his foot in both hands. “And don’t think I’m kissing you again. Ever. ¡Qué asco!”
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“Gross/disgusting!”
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“Eduardo, love of my life, have mercy on me.”
“Eduardo, mi vida,” Pine starts dramatically, “ten piedad de mí. I’ll wash my mouth out very thoroughly.”
“Do that,” Teddy commands, eyes glittering. “And then we’ll see.”