“So, you are usually… indecent?” Tristan asked, flirting a bit. Ike was boy-next-door cute and Tristan liked that a lot. Especially the other’s cute smile, that just made him sigh. He noticed the other took his sweet time to return the hug, but he didn’t mind. It felt nice. Ike felt nice to hug and cuddle, and Tristan already wanted to ask him to be his cuddle-buddy. Because cuddles and muffins were just what he needed.
“That’s unfortunate. But hey, at least you don’t get complains from them, right?” he said with a chuckle, joking with him too. Although he hoped Ike had washed his hands before baking, he didn’t mind it, as the sweets smelled delicious. He ate a cookie and almost moaned in delight. They were so good. “Mmmm… Ike, you are my new best friend” he said in between enthusiastic munches. He laughed and grabbed a bottle of wine that was already half-empty. “I hope you don’t mind. Someone gave me this one and I actually need someone to help me finish it” he said as he opened it and poured some in a glass for Ike. “This feels fancy: Us having wine, and you telling me about meeting Pickles,” he said, chuckling as he sat next to Ike and had another cookie. “Mmmm… Ike… so good…” he said and then smiled at him. “Where did you learn how to bake so good?” he asked. “I swear to God, I could kiss you right now…”
“Well, that’s definitely one way to put it. But I guess it’s fitting. However, I only become more crass and indecent in certain particular situations, like in bed, for obvious reasons.” Ike reaches over and yanks out a cookie from the basket Tristan was holding, putting one between his lips, though the action causes him to lay down completely on the couch, head tilted back slightly as he looked at the bigger male with a playful grin in exchange for his mishap. If it was out of courtesy that Tristan was singing praises over his baking, he didn’t mind, because his reaction seemed genuine enough to be worth it. He’d have easily called his bluff if it ended up turning bad and he was going blue from the taste, luckily enough, the other enjoyed it and showed it in ways even he didn’t expect.
Icarus had to laugh at his little moans, mostly because it felt all too familiar. “You know, that’s exactly like me when I eat good food. Can’t help but moan. Sometimes, I fake sob. Or cry. it’s just overwhelming.” The sight of the wine bottle had, however, perked Icarus up and he shot straight up to sit properly once more; though the comment about him being his new best friend didn’t fall upon deaf ears. “I don’t mind. We can just drink to that then, to being new best friends and being fancy in your couch.” he shifts a little and leans his back further onto the couch, his shoulder touching Tristan’s as he turns to look at him from the side, another smile on his face. “Talent, I guess.” he supplies shortly. “I mean, you definitely could. Kisses are always nice. Who am I to say no? Would be a good way of saying thanks for all that effort.”