@hrupkiy sent : [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine
a merely used , white polished lavish kitchen ––– just as modern as the rest of the high story apartment and rarely used , if ever , considering the lacking time tony spent in one of his many properties and the absolutely non-existent skills of preparing any kind of food . maids and cooks all working for him in the spacious mansion , his main domicile that laid well hidden in the hills on top of the devil of a city ; SEOUL . occasional visits made to overly high class restaurants for business related late-night gatherings much too frequent and despite the enjoyment of good , rich taste does the work related portion of the meetings almost always keep him from eating . the blonde has been rushing in and out of the apartment for the whole day , unusually early does he return , this time to continue working in the first floor office while cyrus would usually stroll around him , either all demanding for the missing attention or their night hourly talks . smoking away their cigarettes , watching the neon lights flicker beneath them or even just silently enjoying each other’s company . today, the rose-haired troublemaker took his time – grown so used to having cyrus around him in one way or another can his mind not keep away from the thought of the routine being BROKEN , something missing , particular absence making it awfully different to concentrate on the work that is left to be done by tomorrow on his desk . that is , until a strong smell hits his nose as it slowly trails upstairs , the open space of the apartment making it difficult to keep something smelling in only one place . it must have been the combination of oil being used to fry and something tony cannot recognise . the blonde becomes tired of spinning the pen endlessly between his fingers with thoughts long carried away and an empty stomach that had not tasted anything except cigarettes just yet –– rising to his feet and quickly making his way downstairs as it is obvious , cyrus must be occupying the kitchen . he’s welcomed by a much stronger , delicious smell hitting him right away ––– hand still resting on the glass banister of the staircase , mouth slightly open . rarely has he seen cyrus actually cook something that needed preparation and looked complex to make – though who was the clueless blonde to judge ?
curious , will he walk over , rose-haired male seeming fully invested into stirring something steamy , sizzling meat does he spot right at first as an arm will snake around delicate waist , body snuggling lightly against the slim frame next to him . “ this smells amazing . what’s my little swan cooking there ? “ , head will dip lower until a light kiss plants itself right next to the nape of the younger male’s neck , “ i wanted to work but . . . you got me all hungry now . “ , purred out are words as eyes peek in anticipation –– the amount clearly more than enough for two people as he already spots two plates set ready on the counter . gaze falls back onto cyrus , tony quietly watching the skilled cook in adoration , lightly does he not even notice the corner of his lips curling up , hues shimmering as they continued to stay on the other male .