Before Aaren could say anything, Hades glanced at the frying pan and released Aaren’s clothes. “Do you think the chicken might be done?”
Aaren whimpered, trying to contain his disappointment. “Um, l-let me check.”
He wobbled over to the kitchen drawer and fumbled for the meat thermometer, his cheeks sliding wetly together.
All Hades had done was touch hisclothes.And Aaren was all but ready to sit on that alpha’s cock.
This is so wrong,he thought. But his hole was still wet and aching anyway.
He jabbed the meat thermometer into the thickest piece of chicken. “I’m stabbing my meat,” said his mouth.
Hades coughed lightly. “I’m sure your meat enjoys it.”
“Oh gods,” Aaren moaned. “I need to shut up.”
“No, don’t stop on my account.”
The chicken was done. Aaren moved the pieces onto some paper towels to soak up the excess oil, pulling out the roasted veggies from the oven. He plated the meal carefully—parmesan-crusted chicken, a generous scoop of fluffy mashed potatoes, and roasted bell peppers and tomatoes on the side.
“Here.” He set the plate in front of Hades, before grabbing a fork and knife. “Drinks? Something aside from hot chocolate?”
“Water’s fine.”
Aaren filled a water glass, fumbling when he set it down. He winced. “I’m horrible at servicing.”
“Oh?” Hades watched him for a heated moment. “You’re servicing me perfectly.”
Aaren choked. He fled to his mug of hot chocolate, sipping from it to hide his face.
Hades glanced at the stove. “There’s still some food left. Won’t you be having any?”
Aaren shook his head. “I ate at the Wine Shack. The rest of this is for you if you want seconds, or if you want to bring it home after.”
Hades hummed and popped a piece of chicken into his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed slowly, his expression melting into bliss.
Come to think of it, Aaren rarely saw people’s reactions to his food. But he was pretty sure no one reacted the way Hades was right now.
“Do you look like this when you come?” he blurted.
He regretted it immediately. Who the hell asked a near-stranger that?
But Hades only smiled, taking another bite. “The chicken is crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside. Perfectly seasoned.” He tried some of the mashed potatoes next, and looked just as delighted. “This hits the spot. Light and creamy, but salted enough that I want another mouthful. And the vegetables—thepeppers are sweeter when roasted. The tomatoes are amazing with basil and olive oil.”
Aaren breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, so that wasn’t an orgasm face.”
Hades raised an eyebrow. “Oh, it’s definitely one. But this isn’t a rut orgasm face. It’s one of those on a lazy afternoon when you’re just lying back and touching yourself with no destination in mind. The pleasure rises and crests gently. Not earth-shattering, but it leaves you relaxed with a smile on your face.”
Aaren gaped, his face burning hotter than before. “Y-you just gave me a mental image of you jerking off.”
Hades grinned. “Did you enjoy it?”
“It... helped me understand what you meant about the food,” Aaren squeaked, turning away to hide his embarrassment. He busied himself with the cleanup, trying not to think about how small the kitchen was, how close Hades was to him. He tried not to think about Hades naked, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it so precome dripped from his tip.
“I can help,” Hades said after a while, setting down his fork.
“No, you paid for this! Just sit and enjoy the fruits of my, uh, labor.”
“I meant the wet spot on your pants.”
