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“Surprise!”
Kevin’s blinks the last of his sleep out of his eyes and engages with the plate Jakob is forcing into him, “Toast?”
He pulls Jakob into a hug, Jakob gives up trying to balance the toast on the plate, and allows Kevin to completely envelope him.
“Kevin?” he asks after a beat, “Your toast is getting cold!”
Kevin giggles but pulls back. Jakob shuffles and brings the plate from behind Kevin’s back to his face.
Kevin takes a bite and unnecessarily moans. Jakob rolls his eyes. “It’s not that great?”
“It is, because you made me breakfast in bed!”