kisses his neck.
he's making breakfast for the two of them-- euan and himself, for the first time in their new house. normally, he would allow his boyfriend to do this whilst he would offer to clean up afterward and around the house during. but for now, the other were sleeping and for once, stiles were the first awake. he had been eager to do something for euan once he knew how hard a day he'd had the day before.
luckily, stiles had a day off from classes and had begun (attempting, really) to get up much earlier to help out more. today had been like such and he'd tasked himself with making eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a small sliver of toast, with glasses of orange juice set off to the side. (he had always personally preferred his more on the warm side and tended to add a bit of ice to cool euan's back.)
it's as he's setting the table that he feels arms wrap around his midsection and lips against his neck and he nearly drops his plate on the floor. “well, good morning handsome.” he smiles, twisting in euan's arms. “don't be spoiling your appetite so soon, i made breakfast.”
