"Kitchen first." He states firmly, giving the others ass another playful squeeze before pushing away from him pecking his cheek just before leaving to pad into the kitchen to check on their soup.
Scott isn't expecting anything in return, he sort of enjoys the denial in a lot of ways. Not that he doesn't want the other to reciprocate, far from it, but he doesn't expect it right this moment. And he would more than willingly wait for it if it meant getting Phil all worked up again. As he moves to the stove top and checks and stirs the mixture taking care to see exactly where the chorizo meatballs are at in cooking it actually smells heavenly and he turns on the stove for Phil figuring his bread is about ready to go in as well.
As he bebops around the kitchen adding a handful or two more of some of the spices nestled beside his stove he licks at his lips, the smells of the spices coming of his cooking mixing with the taste of Phil still on the back of his throat making for an interesting flavour experience and there's something just the littlest bit exciting about doing more normal things with that little knowing edge of what had just happened moments before. He was getting to used to these moments, and he wasn't about to stop them any time soon.
Far from it.
"Mmm this is looking really good. I sort of can't wait." He'll state when the other is able to regain himself enough to be able to strut into the kitchen to join him.
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Scott isn't expecting anything in return, he sort of enjoys the denial in a lot of ways. Not that he doesn't want the other to reciprocate, far from it, but he doesn't expect it right this moment. And he would more than willingly wait for it if it meant getting Phil all worked up again. As he moves to the stove top and checks and stirs the mixture taking care to see exactly where the chorizo meatballs are at in cooking it actually smells heavenly and he turns on the stove for Phil figuring his bread is about ready to go in as well.
As he bebops around the kitchen adding a handful or two more of some of the spices nestled beside his stove he licks at his lips, the smells of the spices coming of his cooking mixing with the taste of Phil still on the back of his throat making for an interesting flavour experience and there's something just the littlest bit exciting about doing more normal things with that little knowing edge of what had just happened moments before. He was getting to used to these moments, and he wasn't about to stop them any time soon.
Far from it.
"Mmm this is looking really good. I sort of can't wait." He'll state when the other is able to regain himself enough to be able to strut into the kitchen to join him.