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[irishfriskey]

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[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.