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[irishfriskey]

hey cool

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[throwmoreswords]

I missed you as well.

[ He grins as he saunters into his own kitchen, given permission by the omega ruling roost there. Gil makes his way to his mate, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling in against him, taking in his scent, kissing at his bond mark, hand coming to rest on his bump. ]

What did I miss out on during my exile?

[irishfriskey]

Ah, we reorganized the bedroom and nursery.

[He moved to steal Gilgamesh's lips, fingers moving up to curl into his hair and letting out a hum.]

I saved you the sweets, including the butter cake I made.

[throwmoreswords]

Again? [ There's a pause, and then--] Wait, were the two of you moving furniture? Ozy's going to have Cu's ass and I'm going to--

[ And then he's being kissed and cuddled on up to, grumbling a little against Dia's lips as he draws his mate close, arm around him. The promise of butter cake is... tempting. ]

Butter cake sounds nice... but seriously, if you did any heavy lifting, you're in trouble.

[irishfriskey]

Oh no, we didn't move any furniture.

[Not that Cu didn't try. Because it's Cu. Cu always tries.]

But we did create a list so that you and Ozy could get it all moved later.

[He didn't say that they'd move it. Gil and Ozy would hire people to move it and to make Diarmuid satisfied.]

[throwmoreswords]

[ Somewhere, Cu's probably getting his ass consigned to bedrest courtesy of Dr. Ozymandias, so all is good and right in the world. Gilgamesh seems mollified; Diarmuid's not the type to lie to get out of consequences. ]

Good. Then I will permit you to feed me your delicious creations, with no looming threat of punishment.

[ ... he might still spank Diarmuid in bed later. Just a little. ]

[irishfriskey]

[Diarmuid smiles and pulls out the butter cake to place in front of him.]

Please, try it. I want to know what you think.

[throwmoreswords]

[ Obediently, Gilgamesh sits down to take the butter cake, picking it up like a savage to take a bite--it takes too long to get to a fork, so there. He chews, eyes closing as he tastes the cake--the moist cake, the light flavor, sweet on his tongue... ]

Divine, beloved. You've outdone yourself.

[irishfriskey]

Ah... I'm relieved. I was worried it wouldn't be as good as the ones you've had.

[If Gilgamesh loves it, it makes him feel better about all the effort he put into it. And he's certainly going to put far more effort into them from now on.]

I'll make it again for you this week.

[throwmoreswords]

How could it be anything short of divine? It was made by the hands of my darling.

[ Gilgamesh locks eyes with him, taking another bite of the cake very purposefully, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. ]

You're going to fatten me up on cake.

[irishfriskey]

I've heard that a fat alpha meant that the house was very well taken care of.

[So he's not denying it at all. Humming lightly.]

I just know you've had a lot of butter cake in your life. I could only hope to be as impressive.

[throwmoreswords]

Then you'll just have to keep working out it to prove your domestic prowess, hm?

[ He's laughing at the concept, smirking slightly as he continues to eat his cake. ]

Anything you do gets a bonus merely for that fact. The rest of its merits are only amplified by your dutifulness.

[irishfriskey]

Well, for my Alpha, I always try to be dutiful.

[He smiles softly, moving to steal a kiss and a bite of the cake.]

You make it all worth the while.

[throwmoreswords]

You are my greatest treasure, my sweet omega.

[ He lightly pinches Diarmuid's side as he noms the cake after a kiss, laughing as he moves to tug his mate into his lap. ]

Even if you are a thief!

[irishfriskey]

I learned from the best.

[Laughing, he presses his face against Gilgamesh's body, letting out a low hum as he snuggles into him.]

My handsome Alpha.