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[Sam's in the kitchen making a cake - or trying to, anyway. What he's really doing is attempting to play keep-away with the bowl while Steve keeps sneaking his fingers into the batter. He's already smacked Steve's hand with the spoon once or twice - clearly something his mother never did while she was baking - and he sports a streak of batter high on one of his cheekbones.]

Seriously, if I drop this bowl on the floor, there isn't gonna be any cake.

[...they both know that if he does, he'll probably just sigh and make another batch. He won't let Steve's birthday be ruined, goddamnit.]

[ Leaning against the countertop, Steve wore a very pleased expression, licking off one of his fingers in delight. For once, he felt a little less melancholy about his birthday and had Sam to thank entirely. The man usually managed to brighten him up without really doing much of anything. Just existing and breathing. ]

Well, you could share easier and then we wouldn't have a problem at all. Someone did not learn sharing is caring. [ With a wink, he straightened up to press a batter lipped kiss against Sam's cheek. ]

Sealed with a kiss. [ Now, he leaned against the counter with his back towards it, looking over at Sam like your move. ]

I am sharing. The cake's for you, isn't it?

[But the way Steve licks batter off his finger is goddamn distracting, and Sam's gaze is riveted on him. He swallows and turns back to the counter.]

Just let me get these in the pans, okay?

[Thankfully, he's already made the frosting, and it's chilling in the fridge - assuming Steve hasn't helped himself to that as well.]

If you wanna make yourself useful, you can hold the bowl while I spoon the batter, okay? Promise I'll let you lick the spoon and the bowl when I'm done.

[ Chuckling to himself, Steve grabbed for the bowl to hold it up as instructed. He made sure to let out a dramatic sigh, though, just to complete the image. ] Doing manual labor on my birthday.

[ When they finished sliding the batter into the pans, Steve decided to carefully hop upon onto the counter and start licking said spoon and bowl. Could anyone blame him with how good batter tasted? Besides, with the serum he couldn't really get sick of eating it. ]

You know you didn't have to do this. I would have been fine with just a happy birthday and a kiss.

I like baking.

[Sam shrugs and bends over to slip the pans into the oven. He likes all kinds of cooking, honestly, and one of the benefits of being with a super-soldier is that he always has an excuse to cook something.]

Besides, you're worth the trouble. Most of the time.

[He grins impishly at Steve and leans in to steal a lick of batter from the spoon.]

[ a nearly heartwrenching kind of fondness seeped into Steve's eyes, nearly as if he couldn't believe the sort of affection Sam offered so freely and easily towards him. ]

Well, I like you. [ overly cheesy but not any less true. ]

[ letting out a little gasp, this time he mimicked Sam from earlier and swatted his hand softly. ] What about the other part of the time? I'm just alluring then huh? Too much to resist. [ with a lopsided smile, he licked right up the side of the bowl just to see Sam's reaction. ]

The rest of the time, you're just trouble.

[Sam tugs the bowl away for a moment for a batter-filled kiss, smiling against Steve's lips. An arm hooks around his waist to pull him closer, till Steve can tell just what kind of effect all that licking has been having on Sam's body.]

[ there would have been plenty of quips but the kiss took over Steve's attention first. groaning into it, he kissed Sam more passionate, hooking an arm around his neck to pull him even closer. ]

[Sam pulls back for just a moment, leaning over to set the timer on the oven. Then he turns his entire attention to Steve, kissing him again before he kneels down in front of him. Since he's sitting on the cabinet, his crotch is at just the right height, and Sam smirks up at him.]

So, you want one of your birthday presents now?

[ Groaning for a different reason, Steve started to protest but stopped short when Sam moved to kneel on the ground. Well then. But because he is who he is, he can't just go with it without saying something. ]

Depends on what you plan on doing there kneeling on the ground in front of me.

[ A light joke, honestly, but there were a few things people did when they knelt down. ]

[Sam hums lightly as he pushes Steve's thighs apart, leaning in between them.]

Well, I can't say I'm here to pray, although one of us is likely to be taking the Lord's name in vain pretty soon.

[ breath hitching, steve looked down at sam with slightly hooded and quickly darkening eyes. one person should not be so sexy so easily. ]

Sounds like you're doing a lot of talking. The cake is going to be done before anything happens here.

Mm.

[Sam leans in and nuzzles Steve's thigh, reaching out to unzip his jeans. Reaching inside, he wraps a hand around his length, stroking him slowly.]

I'm positive I can make you come before the cake's done.

[ groaning low in his throat, steve's hips snapped up into sam's hands. no matter how many times sam touched him each time felt like a gift and something new. he kind of hoped the feelings never wore off. ]

That'll be an - ah challenge, Sam. You know I can -- [ the thought process fried as he felt himself grow harder. ] Come on.

Uh-huh, and you know what I can do.

[There's a grin on his face as he pulls his erection free and leans in, licking a stripe up the side. Sam just keeps teasing him for a few moments, gently licking, occasionally pursing his lips to blow on the wet, sensitive skin.]

Besides, I like a challenge.

[ Well, game on, Sam because Steve enjoyed challenges as well and just so happened to be one of the most stubborn people to ever exist. In any time period. Groaning low in his throat, Steve looked down at Sam pointedly. What a tease.

But he expected it, really.

Shivering, he still refused to beg for more, willing Sam with his body instead. Besides, begging would only help Sam win. ]

[Sam gradually starts taking him into his mouth, a little more every time he bobs his head. Still slower than Steve might like, and it's clear that, despite the timer, he's taking his time with things. Sometimes he hollows his cheeks and sucks around him, sometimes he caresses him with his tongue. It's clear that this is an art form he takes just as seriously as baking.]

[ Heat pooled thickly in his stomach but Sam kept him right on the edge from ever really falling off into it. Each time he moved closer, Sam pulled him right back. It rested as his resolve and with a broken sort of whimper, he finally uttered a please. Sam needed to just give him a little more and he'd be there. The anticipation of it made his hips attempt to snap up but again Sam kept putting him on edge. ]

Come on. [ His fingers dug into Sam's shoulder as his groans became a little more frequent. ]

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