Met pulled his legs into his chest when Jason set him down on the counter so that he didn’t fall off. He watched Jason cook happily, finding himself transfixed in the other’s profile every so often.
Jason cooks almost flawlessly, like he had been doing this his entire life. He hums as he cooks and smiles up at Met, kissing his cheek every so often.
Met scootched closer to the stove and Jason, gazing down at the cooking and his lover almost dog-like. The food smelled amazing, yet didn’t tempt his stubborn tastebuds.
"Careful baby. I don't want you to burn your fingers." He kisses the other quickly.
Met gently grabbed the side of Jason’s face. “I won’t. I’ll be careful.”
He smiles and kisses Mets palm. "Cutie." He mutters, smiling softly.
Met ran his fingers up to Jason’s hair and started running his fingers through it. “What should we do today?” He asked as he leaned towards Jason again.
Jason shrugs. "Anything you want, baby. Today is about you." He says happily, purring softly at the touch.
Met leaned into Jason gently. He turned a faint red imagining what they could do but didn’t dare mention it. He wasn’t sure how Jason would take to it, either.
“We could go out somewhere? Is there a mall of some sort nearby?”
"There are some malls nearby, so yeah." He chuckles and kisses the other gently. "Why'd you get so red?" He asks, then smirks. "Ah, were you thinking of that~?" He raises his eyebrow at the other, a light smile on his face.
Met turned a darker shade of red and ducked his head. “W-we can just go to the mall.”
(Bump?)
He smiles and nods. "Sounds good baby."
Met rubbed his face and shook his head. He looked up after a bit. “I don’t have any money, though…”
"I did say today is about you. I plan on spoiling you today." He kisses the other happily.
Met blinked at Jason, his unspoiled orphan showing. “Wh-why?”
"Because I adore you and I want to." He replies, smiling warmly towards the other, kissing his forehead.
Met stroked the sides of Jason’s head happily. “You don’t have to, though. I’m happy enough with you!”
He chuckles, "But I want to, baby." He smiles. Jason kisses his lips before turning back to the stove.
Met kept his hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Why do you want to? We can just… I dunno, we can just stay here. I don’t need gifts.”
"Not gifts, baby. I just want to spoil you." He kisses Met's forehead.
Met stroked the sides of Jason’s face, keeping him close. “I don’t need to be spoiled, love.”
Jason smiles faintly. "Met, I want to." He kisses the others cheek gently.
Met hummed a faint response. “I still don’t think you should…”
Jason pulls Met off the couch and kisses him softly. "I want to."
Met ducked his head a little to rub his nose on Jason’s. “Because you want to isn’t a good answer.” He giggled gently.
"It is to me." He mutters, laughing softly at the others antics. "I love you, and I want you to feel happy." He mutters, kissing him.
Met kissed back Jason. He felt a rush of appreciation for him, squeezing him closer. “Alright, it’s your choice…” He murmured his though he knew he wouldn’t pick something out for himself.
"Yes." Jason kisses his cheek, holding the other happily. He was very strong despite his thinner appearance. He hums, checking on the food.
Met smiled warmly at the other’s tight grip. He couldn’t help smiling as the other held him.
