"Hey Sasuke?"

Sasuke gave an noncommittal grunt, as he was changing the cat sand toilet.

"I made this tiramisu for you, you wanna eat?"

Raising an eyebrow, it was the first time Naruto had ever cooked a dessert for him. "Are you trying to fatten me up?" Sasuke asked, every meal his boyfriend had done for him consisted with one delicious food after another and it was a no brainer that this ended up with an empty plate and bloated stomach.

"What? No way!" Naruto chuckled, adding cinnamon powder on the cover by tapping through it using a sieve. "I'm actually trying to maintain your weight considering we have sex everyday and we almost marathon it the entire weekend. Yesterday was a record, like…six times in a row? Too bad we couldn't do more."

"That's because I'm actually a regular human being that needs some rest in between each round, unlike some freaks of nature I know."

Naruto sighed with a grin. "Well, I guess. Which is why I made this dessert for you, as some sort of compensation."

"I'm…not that a fan over sweets." Sasuke confessed.

"Aw, c'mon! Just try it!"

Noticing the mischievous glint on the cerulean eyes, the brunet approached suspiciously, leaning on the kitchen table. Naruto presented the dessert to his boyfriend, wearing nothing but a way-too-innocent smile. Picking up the spoon, Sasuke took a bite. He immediately placed a hand over his mouth. It was…it was…

It's awful.

"Did you…did you seriously cook this?" Sasuke muttered, trying not to gag from the nauseating oily sensation spreading through his tongue.

Naruto then barked out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess it's no good right? Damn. It's so weird, I'm generally good with Japanese, Italian, Spanish, Chinese cuisine and I'm even confident to say that I make an excellent sushi but for some reason I'm terrible in baking sweets. I have no idea why."

"And is there any reason why you made me eat this…thing, when you knew that your forte is for sure not baking sweets?" Sasuke grumbled, grabbing a cup of water and drinking it with gusto.

"Well, I asked for some help with the pastry chef of Bâtard, see if he could give me some tips here and there. But you can't really get better if you don't train it. That's why I tasted some myself but I also needed your opinion too."

"Alright, it's terrible. Don't ever do this to me ever again." Sasuke replied dryly, glaring daggers towards the sheepish look on Naruto's face.

"Aw Sasuke, you gotta help me tasting some more. It's all part of being a relationship, together with happiness or grief, tasty food or trash and so on?"

"Pretty sure poison tester was nowhere included on this list."

"Yeah, but I have to continue training you know? I'm gonna open my restaurant and I dunno, I wanted to have at least a decent level of baking sweets before I'm confident to do this. So I need feedback to see if I'm doing the right thing."

"Well, you can ask some of your friends or anything like it."

Naruto gave a rude snort. "What? No way, I like hearing your moans whenever you eat my food. It's fucking sexy." Sasuke threw his spoon on his boyfriend's direction but he dodged smoothly. "I mean, not as sexy when I fuck you on fours but almost there."

"You're shameless." Sasuke growled, feeling his face heat up.

Naruto smooched on his lips and murmured. "Only around you." He then conceded. "Alright, actually the real reason is that I noticed that you're good in taste testing. You can describe pretty well each layer of the food, so I'll know where exactly to improve. Most my friends just say it's good or it's bad and that's it."

Thinning his lips, graphite eyes stared down the dessert, looking pretty despite the awful, awful taste.

"Just one more mouthful, pleeeeaaaaseeeee?" Naruto mustered his most pitiful abandoned puppy eyes towards his boyfriend.

Deadpanned eyes stared back until with a sigh, Sasuke picked another spoon and sat down on his seat, the dessert placed in front of him. Naruto grabbed a note and his pencil, ready to scribble down.

Sasuke chomped down, grimacing. "Ok, first of all, you exaggerated on the cognac, so this taste is more predominant than coffee, in which I can barely notice it. You don't need to put too much cinnamon, and there's too much sugar added with mascarpone cheese. Also, there's way too much whipped cream and you didn't do it well I think, because it's so oily that it leaves a bad aftertaste on my mouth and it just fucking spread through my entire body." He shuddered in disgust.

Naruto hummed, nodding back as he dutifully wrote everything down to a tee. He removed the dessert from Sasuke's grateful hands, then placed an empty glass and poured some sparkling water to him.

"What's this?" Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows.

Naruto sniffed. "What, you don't know what's this? It's sparkling water my dearest boyf─"

"I meant I know what is this, what I'm asking is why you're giving me this to drink."

"To wash out the taste, so you can try mor─"

"What?! Hell no." Sasuke protested, crossing his arms.

"Even though I bought the minimal quantity to bake this dessert, it's still enough to make two or three more tiramisus. I can't waste all this food." Naruto shrugged. "Plus, I only made you eat one spoonful, don't be such a baby Sasuke."

"You eat this terrible dessert and then we'll talk."

Naruto munched. "There. Happy?" He also made a disgruntled face while gulping down.

"No. Let's do something else instead of using me as a guinea pig, you dumbass." Sasuke rubbed his temples, lips curling down.

"It's just two more bastard."

"Or three." Sasuke grouched.

"Or three, just three more." Naruto clapped his hands together, pleading. "Ok? Just think you're doing this for the greater good."

"If I have a stomach ache I'm going to fucking kill you."

"But then, who is going to be Ashura's playmate? I'm his favorite you know." When narrowed onyx eyes was practically shooting lasers through his glare, Naruto added in attempt to comfort him. "Pretty sure you're the close second."

Sasuke stood up, harrumphing.

"Trade you with a blow job!" Naruto threw his last card.

His boyfriend froze on the spot.

"One great blow job in exchange for taste testing my tiramisus, how does that sound?" Naruto attempted to hide his grin, knowing he won the battle.

A war was wrecking in Sasuke's mind. On one hand, that tiramisu is just too fucking terrible. But Naruto's blow job was another talent to behold, sucking his cock so good, knowing exactly which spots to stimulate and how to tease his sensitive head. Plus, no gag reflex. Just imagining that swollen lips engulfing his entire length, while lustful azure eyes gazed upon him made him very hard.

Amused, Naruto watched his boyfriend discreetly adjusting his pants. "So?" He beamed, resting his elbow on the table, with a hand cupping his own cheek.

"You better make this two blow jobs then."

"Deal."

AN: REMEMBER WHEN I SAID THAT I'M NOT GOING TO CONTINUE THIS FIC? REMEMBER WHEN I SAID THAT THIS FIC WAS OVER? Yeah, I really can't trust myself anymore. *aaaaaaaaaaaaargh* I don't know the frequency of this updates because it solely depends on my inspiration ok.

ED1: Yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy-got a cute fanart TvT I am one happy bunny:

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