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Burning Spice gripped the handle of the microwave door with his hand, opening it, making a loud pushing noise. He looked over to his side, a small bag containing something inside of it…
A Hot Pocket, a bit bigger than a usual one. Possibly around an extra 4-5 inches (this fucking fatass🥀🥀)
He grabbed the Hot Pocket, gently dropping it on a paper plate. He began to put the Hot Pocket inside the microwave, setting it for 2 minutes and 30 seconds. As he started the microwave, he heard footsteps coming from upstairs, slowly getting louder as he heard the person walking closer to the kitchen.
The microwave ringed, and right on time, the other cookie walked into the kitchen.
“God damn it…” Burning Spice thought to himself, sighing loudly as Shadow Milk stood in front of him, a weird expression was on his face.
“H-hey Burny…” The smaller man mumbled, his voice almost sounding like a whimper
“Uh…Heeeey….?” Burning spice had a complex look on his face, a mix of confusion and disgust.
Shadow Milk stepped forward, placing his hand on the man’s chest, caressing it as he spoke, "That's a pretty big Hot Pocket you got there..” he cooed.
“Thanks…? Do you uh…want some…?”
Shadow Milk blushed, he bit his lip as his eyes lidded with lust. “R-really…for…me…?”
“God damn it- just take it before I fucking kill you..” Burning Spice looked unamused. He handed Shadow Milk the Hot Pocket.
He watched Shadow Milk admire the Hot Pocket, his fingers tracing its outline.
“Are you gonna eat it or…?”
“Y-yes…nngh~” Shadow Milk moaned.
“Dude why are you talking like that…”
Shadow Milk ignored his question and began to slurp and suck the corner of the Hot Pocket, then lowering his head onto the base, bobbing his head up and down, the pace slowly speeding up over time. Drool ran down the Hot Pocket, dripping onto the floor.
Burning Spice watched in disgust.
“Shadow Milk what the fuck are you doing…”
“Mmh…I-it’s so…big…~” Shadow Milk’s voice cracked on the last word, he slobbered all over the Hot Pocket.
After around 5 minutes of Shadow Milk being weird asf, he handed the Hot Pocket back to Burning Spice, no bites, just covered in spit and slightly damp at the top.
“Dude I am NOT eating that…”
“Wh-why? I did that just for you Burny…!”
“You literally…- Okay nevermind just give me it…” He snatched the Hot Pocket out of Shadow Milk’s hand
Shadow Milk gulped, fidgeting with his fingers as he stared up at Burning Spice.
“Dude stop looking at me like that I uh…I-I’ll eat it when you go away…”
“Your words only turn me on more master~”
Burning Spice blushed, not because he thought it was cute but because he was getting extremely bad second-hand embarrassment.
“Yeah ok uh make sure to gently open the door next time you see me”
“Anything for you master…I’ll be waiting for you upstairs…~” Shadow Milk moaned, then skipped away as if nothing happened.
“I need to find a rope.” Burning spice muttered to himself.