Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

Seth laughs softly, "Whatcha doing sugar?" He asks, kissing Zackary's neck.

Zackary laughed roguishly and wrapped his arms around Seth's neck. "Trying to do your hair, you animal."

"Haha. I suppose I am an animal." He purrs, still kissing Zackary's neck.

Zackary glanced around for Jace, who had already previously scurried from the room, without either of them noticing. Zackary decided he'd spend just this little amount of time enjoying Seth's gift and laughed gently.
"Such an animal."

Seth chuckles, "Indeed." He kisses the other, humming.

Zackary kissed Seth back intently, enjoying the feel of Seth's lips.

Seth chuckles, rubbing small circles into Zackary's hips.

Zackary pulled Seth closer, yet pulled away for a breath of air. Once he caught his breath, he continued kissing Seth with gentle passion.

Seth smiles, kissing back gently.

Zackary nudged Seth's neck and pulled away. "How about we have breakfast?"

"Sounds good to me." He winks at the other.

Zackary grinned a little and climbed off of Seth's lap.

Seth hums, standing up after him, chuckling quietly.

Zackary glanced at Seth over his shoulder. "What are you laughing at?"

"Mmm. Just how happy I am to have you." He kisses the other gently. "Shall we?"

Zackary chuckled. "Depends on what we're shall-ing."

"Get breakfast." He laughs.

"Then yes. We shall." He gave a slight bow and started walking.

Seth laughs softly. "Off we go then." He kisses Zackarys cheek before walking to the living room.

Zackary walked into the kitchen, where Jace was fighting to tie an apron around his waist.
"That's not your apron, Jace," Zackary said through gentle laughs.

Seth chuckles softly at the sight. "Whatcha doing Jace?" He asks, smiling softly.

"I like my apron!" He squeaked as Zackary got Jace his little apron and helped him put it on.

Seth smiles softly and kisses Zackary on the cheek and Jace on the top of his head. "Shall we make breakfast?" He asks, washing his hands.

Zackary clapped his hands together. "Yes."
Jace hopped up onto a stool, holding a spatula.

Seth hums and smiles softly.

Zackary leaned against the counter. "So, what should we make?"

"How about pancakes? I make some pretty mean blueberry ones." He says, chuckling.

Jace tilted his head. "What makes them mean?"
Zackary snorted, which he covered with a sneeze.

Seth chuckles softly, "It just means they're really yummy." He smiles.

"Oh!" Jace beamed.