Izz flipped the four pancakes on the griddle before accepting the cup. “Well, I’ve never cooked breakfast for a man before,” he said cheekily and winked at Dante.
“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?” Dante wound a hand around Izz’s waist, pulling him close and kissing him on the mouth.
“Damn, you’ve caught on to my diabolical scheme.” Izz snickered.
Dante grinned in return and pressed his lips to Izz’s, mouth opening just enough to allow his tongue to explore the depths of Izz’s mouth.
Izz pulled back, breathing heavily. His semi-hard cock pressed against Dante’s thigh. “You’re going to make me burn the pancakes,” he scolded playfully.