“I didn’t know you cooked,” Naruto said behind him. When had the blonde nuisance showed up?
“Hn.”
“Whatcha makin’?”
Sasuke almost sighed exasperatedly, but restrained himself from punching Naruto.
“Cookies,” he said finally. “I felt like something sweet.” Which was unusual, because as a general rule he avoided sweet things.
“Uchiha Sasuke, baking cookies,” Naruto murmured to himself. “What’s next, flying ice cream?” Then, to Sasuke, he asked, “Can I help?”
“What, and have you blow up my kitchen? No,” Sasuke snapped.
“Jeez, no need to get all touchy.” The kitsune held up his hands defensively.
“Hn.” He sampled the batter and found it lacking, though in what he couldn’t tell. He scooped up a gob of it on his finger and held it out to Naruto.
“Does this taste odd to you?” What he had expected the blonde to do was swipe the batter off to try it. He did NOT expect him to lean forward, flick his tongue out, and engulf his fingertip inside his warm mouth. He was sucking slightly, tongue running against hisskin to get the dough.
The effect on the raven was instantaneous. He felt a falling sensation in his stomach, his heart constricted, a dirty thought flickered through his mind, and—luckily, he was very good at keeping his face expressionless—he almost blushed.
Naruto pulled back, licked his lips, and said, “Needs more sugar.” With a grin, a wave, and a pop, he teleported out of the mansion.
As soon as he was gone, the blush broke through and stained his pale cheeks red.
Something sweet…
He shook his head vigorously and looked around for the sugar.
