Even if every day with Steven is like a fantasy come true, this is a very specific fantasy he'd very frequently indulged in as the Galra equivalent to a teenager. Easy to feel like he still is one now, in this moment.
But that's part of the thrill. "As will I."
Temptations aside. Thace carefully picks up his spoon. "Ready? Would you like to go first or shall I?"
Steven's amusement is a pleasant prickle all up and down his spine. Thace loves when he can please his partner so. He meets Steven's eyes and doesn't look away as he deftly scoops up the liver and scrapes the bottom of the spoon lightly over the edge of the bowl as he lifts it. He means not to spill, and if a drip happens, well--
"I'm eager to know how you like the taste too, of course."
Thace is, well, eager to lean in and capture that drip. More of a kiss than just a lick, honestly, and he's equally eager to turn that into a deeper kiss when Steven is done swallowing down the stew and liver. Definitely a thrill to taste his handiwork on Steven's mouth.
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"I'll try not to spill, then," he says, very amused by Thace's bashfulness.
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But that's part of the thrill. "As will I."
Temptations aside. Thace carefully picks up his spoon. "Ready? Would you like to go first or shall I?"
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"I'm eager to know how you like the taste too, of course."
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It's a good stew--well seasoned and just the right level of spice. And the liver goes very, very well paired with the rest.
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He opens his mouth obligingly.