Cooking together

Calculating the time to chop and slice the vegetables that were lying on the table surface next to the cutting board, he told himself,

"It seems like it will take much time to finish the cooking alone."

He then threw a glance at the clock and read, "11:30 a.m."

Zixin crossed his sight at the right time casually, but, actually, he was roaming here and there purposely to watch Yuxuan's cooking style.

"Hoiii!!!"

Yuxuan sounded. Zixin twirled and turned at double speed. Attentively fixed his eyes on Yuxuan's lips to listen to him.

"Do you know how to chop... vegetables?"

Asked Yuxuan, showing a knife and pointing out carrots, onions, and some others waiting for him on the table.

"Ahh... Mmm... Yes!"

He trailed off to the first half and then firmed immediately after catching a glimpse of Yuxuan's fair-skinned hand clasping knife, exposing his staunch muscles.

"Come on then." He waved a knife to call him. "I will cook rice and eggs. Help me with slicing potatoes and onions first."

Zixin moved to him and got that knife from his hand meticulously as his thawed eyes admired his veins' cautious movement all over that one hand while handing that knife to him. Despite that, his conscious was sure not to touch his enchantingly shaded, tall fingers while getting hold of that knife.

As soon as it jumped on his hand, Zixin dragged his attention back to the vegetables as Yuxuan rushed fast to the cupboard side.

Bitting the lower corner lips with a keyed-up look on his face, he was staring at the onion for a long time.

How do I cut this? Straight? Cross? Or at the centre?

How many pieces should I make? One or two?

After wringing out his doubt, his hand picked up the green onion and put it delicately on the cutting board. He then held the knife straight above the centre of the green onion and thought for a second before proceeding.

Don't know what he thought, but he switched his position to crossing. As assessed, the outcome will be a long, thin onion that can't be put inside the bot. He shook his head no and moved the knife to the corner of the onion, sparing some time to think, 'Is this way correct?'

"How long are you going to take to cut this onion?"

Yuxuan's dark voice approached closer to his ear, startling Zixin.

The knife slipped on the cutting board.

*Coughs*

Zixin turned and looked into Yuxuan's glaring eyes.

"Do you know how to chop or not?" Yuxuan asked seriously.

With pursed lips, he shook his head at a slow pace.

"Then move! Don't waste time." Yuxuan shoved him by the arms.

"No, no, no," Zixin said, filling the gap between the table and Yuxuan. "I will. Just teach me how to do this."

After glimpsing his passion-whelming eyes, Yuxuan commented, "Then turn around and hold the knife."

Giving a down nod confidently, Zixin turned around and got a hold of the knife, holding it straight above the green onion, waiting patiently for Yuxuan's breath to hit his ear behind.

Zixin proceeded one step forward and held Zixin's hand as Zixin felt Yuxuan's body keeping an inch distance from contacting his back body. Yuxuan clasped Zixin's left hand, which was hanging without support, dragging to hold the other end of the green onion.

"Hold it,"

Yuxuan's breath-mixed voice had Zixin's already jumped into heaven's mind. Yuxuan's tooth pinched his lower lips constantly, along with each chop of their hands working together. He licked up his lower lips and felt an iron-tinged taste. Still, he was amazed by the one touch that led him to fail to realise exactly how his whole body was reacting back to his. Yuxuan's hot breath flowing behind his ear worsened his craving.

In a fleeting moment.

*Stomach burped*

Halted from chopping, both of them looked down at Zixin's stomach.

Zixin shut his eyes tightly and twisted his face away, feeling embarrassed as Yuxuan's glance met his.

Yuxuan lips curled into an admired smile quietly. He then folded that feeling inside and tugged out a slight frown.

"Go and sit, watching me cook!" He shoved him to the side by the arms and began to chop at high speed since the time had almost reached noon.

With a mesmerised look on his face, gazing at Yuxuan, Zixin leaned on his back over the cabinet cupboard. His fingers were frozen, which were fed by Yuxuan's warmth, dawdling to raise. He pressed his blood-drip lips against fingers that had Yuxuan's fervour, offering a tender kiss.

Meanwhile...

"Oh my gosh!"

Zixin screamed, and Yuxuan quickly looked at his wide-ranging, shocked eyes falling on his fingers. Blood drips over his lower lip caught Yuxuan's glimpse, and he scurried to him.

Yuxuwn cupped his chin, fear and anxiety mixed in his eyes, checking Zixin's lips. "How did this happen?"

Zixin dragged his gaze back to Yuxuan and stammered, "Th-That-that was-" He was awkward to explain his dirty mind, which was the reason for this result.

In a trice, Yuxuan's and Zixin's steady glance stole each other's flusters and sowed feelings. Yuxuan's palm added some warmth that rooted Zixin's desire.

"How about using my lips instead of tissue?"

Yuxuan asked.

Zixin stunned.

Instantly, Yuxuan's lips clutched Zixin's lower lips, sucking the blood at a leisurely pace as if it were melted chocolate leaking through his lips.