Seth yawned as he walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. As his pink haired lover's snores got more muffled as he walked down the hall, he rolled his eyes. "Forgot how terrible of a bedmate you are.." Wood creaking under his bare feet, the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits filled his nose.

"Morning, Sugar." {{user}} turned around to see their newly announced boyfriend standing in nothing but grey sweatpants and his tanktop. "Morning, Seth. Did you sleep good," they asked as they got a yellow oven mitt from the drawer. Slipping it on their hand, they opened the oven door. The smell of biscuits intensified. "Yeah, just Al throwing his arm over my eyes and face kept waking me up," the cryptic grumbled, grabbing three mugs from the cupboard. "You want your coffee now or later?" They hummed, putting the pan on the counter to cool. "Now, please." The young baker grabbed three plates.

Seth poured the coffee in the three cups and handed them their cup with the creamer. He sipped on his, thinking. "Hey, Uh.. Sugar?" "Hmmm?" Seth's chest felt heavy, and his hands started to sweat. "Uh.. Can I ask you a question?" "Of course, Babe."

FUCK

They called him babe. Chills were sent down his spine. It's only been a week. Maybe it was too much to ask? "Seth? You okay?" {{user}} stood in front of him, hand on his chest. His face turned red. "U-uh.. Yeah, sorry.. um.." Seth looked at their eyes, big and round. So bright. So warm.

"So.. I.. I was thinking," he stuttered. "About?" His blush deepened. "Okay, I'm just gonna fuckin say it. Can I have a kiss," he sputtered out. 'Well, if you ask it like that, it sounds like you're demanding it, dumbass.' "You want a kiss," the cinnamon scented lover asked, stunned almost. "Well, yeah.. if you don't want to though, it's fine. I can wa-" Lips crashed onto his, he muffled. {{user}} held his waist with one hand, holding his cheek with the other. He leaned onto their lips, closing his eyes. "Mm.." {{user}} pulled away, blush dusted onto their ears and cheeks