kingoftheravensa
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Some time in the mid-afternoon of an otherwise typical day, Loki slipped into the kitchen where Jesse had stationed himself. He didn't enter all the way, choosing instead to pause and lean against the entryway's frame. Wordlessly, he pulled out a branch of faux mistletoe from where he'd been hiding it behind his back, and held it up above his head at the same time he charmingly batted his lashes at his boyfriend in quiet indication of his intentions. Please give him kisses.

He’s been left to his own devices, and cooking seemed the gunslinger’s chosen activity to pass the time until their movie date that night. The pan is met with the repetitive smack of his spatula as he drummed it to the beat of the tune he so sweetly hummed.

At Loki’s appearance, McCree lifted his head with the swivel of his heel, and he grinned knowingly at the mistletoe dangling above the man’s head. He approached with an offering of his own, a piece of cooked lamb skewered by the fork he had whisked from the draws.

‘Well now, would'ya look at that?’ Brows rise high upon his brow, and he leaned in to grant Loki the deep kiss he so wished. Another is pressed against the King’s lips just to be certain, of course, before McCree pulled back and offered the meat for Loki to eat. ‘Here, try this.’

{ CUTE. }kingoftheravens{ stop these two they are too powerful. }