Angel watched as Lucifer pressed the little chocolate pearls deeper into the top ball of dough. His tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, making him smile.

The image of Lucifer’s row of cute little ducks next to his penis-shaped dough made him laugh.

 

Lucifer glanced up at him, a question in his eye. Angel shook his head, pushing off the counter now that Lucifer had finished his last duck.

“Ya think they’re gonna do like cookies an’ flatten?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this without magic before. But it should work, I think.”

“If it does, we’re makin’ pig-shaped ones next time.”

Lucifer smiled, opening the oven with his tail, putting the dough inside of it. The door shut behind it, locking the heat inside.

“Sure.”

 

Angel picked up the bag of chocolate, tossing some into his mouth as Lucifer set the timer. Now they just had to wait. As Lucifer stepped in close, he felt his hands on his ass.

“The oven’s not the only thing that’s hot, huh?”

“You just had flour on your ass, is all.”

Angel’s lips split into a grin.

“Uh-huh. Did it happen to get there when ya put your hands there just now?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The faux innocent look on Lucifer’s face made him want to laugh. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Lucifer’s.

“And you’ve got flour on your face.”

“I do?”

Raising his hand, Angel flicked some of the flour on his fingers onto Lucifer.

 

Angel’s grin widened at his startled expression. Then, Lucifer laughed, head falling backwards.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to Lucifer’s.

They would get flour everywhere if they didn’t wash their hands first, but Angel wasn’t sure he cared. Not in the least.

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