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“Good ’cause I’m gonna be doin’ it a whole fuckin’ bunch.” Jules got his phone out of his pocket. “Daddy’s gotta go make a few calls. You gettin’ hungry yet?”

“Not yet. I need to figure out what I’m making for dinner though.” Brick walked his fingers up Jules’s chest to touch his cheek. “Any requests?”

“Whatever my boy wants to cook me. I’m easy. Just make a lot of it.” Jules smiled. “You go figure that out and I’ll meet you in the kitchen, all right?”

“Sounds good.” Brick snagged a quick kiss and then turned to head that way. He yelped when Jules smacked his ass the moment his back was turned. He hadn’t been expecting it, and his cheek was left stinging. “Damn, Daddy!”

Jules cackled. “Plenty more where that came from, baby boy.”

The smack did nothing to dissuade Brick’s erection, and he rubbed his sore ass all the way to the fridge. A peek inside didn’t give him much hope, but the freezer had a pack of frozen tteokbokki, small cylinder-shaped rice cakes, and then he knew exactly what he was going to make.

After bringing some water in a small pot to a boil, he grabbed dried anchovies and kelp out of the pantry. The tteokbokki went on the counter to thaw out. For a proper hot and spicy tteokbokki, he had to first create a tasty broth.

Once the kelp and anchovies were cooking, he got a second pot of water on the stove so he could boil some eggs.

Brick was getting the ingredients for the sauce together when two strong arms curled around his waist from behind. “Hey, Daddy.”

“What are we havin’?” Jules asked, nuzzling Brick’s shoulder.

“Spicy tteokbokki,” Brick replied with a smile. “Working on the sauce right now.”

“Yeah? What’s that you got there? Gochujang?”

“Very good, Daddy.” Brick beamed and held up a small bag. “Do you know what this is?”

“That powdery red stuff? Gochugaru. Hot pepper flakes.”

“Gold star for you.” Brick turned to kiss Jules’s cheek. “When the broth is done, we take out the anchovies and kelp—”

“There’s anchovies in it?” Jules wrinkled his nose.

“Yeah, but we take them out.” Brick chuckled. “If you don’t use anchovies, it won’t taste right. Just trust me, Daddy.”

“Okay. So, we take out the nasty fishies and the seaweed. Then what?”

“Then we add our sauce, the tteokbokki, and green onion. Since the tteokbokki was frozen—” Brick gasped as Jules mouthed over his neck. “We, uh, we, we’ll wait a few minutes…”

Jules slipped a hand inside Brick’s shirt, fanning over his stomach and petting him. “What was that, baby boy?”

“We gotta wait a few minutes for them…”

Jules kept stroking Brick’s stomach, and he used his weight to press Brick right up against the counter.

Brick could feel Jules’s cock grinding into his ass, and his hands were shaking as he tried to finish stirring the sauce. “We… we wait a few minutes for them to cook before we add the eggs.”

“Smells good already.” Jules nosed behind Brick’s ear, playfully nipping at his earlobe. His hand turned south, and the tips of his fingers teased at the hem of Brick’s pants.

“Fuck.” Brick arched back, and he dropped the spoon. “I gotta cook…”

“Keep cookin’.” Jules unbuttoned Brick’s pants.

“I’ve gotta… I’ve gotta focus or I’m gonna burn the damn broth.”

“Go on. We can order out.”

“Again?”

“Uh-huh.” Jules mouthed along Brick’s neck. “Unless you tell me to stop, Daddy ain’t stoppin’.”

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