It was sometime late in the afternoon when William wandered into his living quarters, not that he'd actually known what time it was as he hadn't glanced at a clock since Hugue had brought him lunch hours ago. He dropped a pile of papers on the nearest table and sat down on the couch with a folder in his hands. It was AX paperwork he had no interest in taking care of at the moment, but he had to do it sometime, and he started reading the papers.

The strawberries Hugue had bought were unusually fat and ripe for that time of the year, and the blond found himself quite pleased with them as he cut them up neatly into the bowl. The large pot of stew on the stove had been simmering for quite a while now, but wouldn't be ready for quite a while to come. It certainly did smell good, though. The front of his apron was lightly smeared with red juice as he finished slicing up the fruit. Picking up a large cup of sugar, he scattered a liberal amount of it in the bowl and stirred it up with a spoon before picking up the wooden spoon he'd been using on the stew and removing the lid to poke in it.

The Professor worked for a while, but his mind wasn't completely in it, and he couldn't help but to notice that something smelled good. He hadn't eaten anything since lunch, and he put the papers away, curious. He had quite a good idea who it was making food, and he wandered over to the kitchen, smiling as he made it to the door. "Ah, Hugue," he said, moving closer to the blond and looking over his shoulder. There was stew on the stove, which explained the delightful smell. "What are you making?"

"Stew. Working on dessert for now, but there are some sandwiches too." Hugue continued stirring in the pot of stew before replacing the pot lid and covering the sandwich plate to keep the bread from getting stale. Setting them aside, he stirred some more in the candied strawberries before pouring a little more sugar in.

"Aaah. I see," William commented, studying the food around. There was quite a large amount of the stew, and he really couldn't figure out why Hugue was making so much of it - mostly because he had completely forgotten about asking Abel, Tres and Vaclav for dinner later. "There are sandwiches?" He then asked, wandering over to take a look, like he hadn't seen food before. The afternoon's work had certainly made him a little more scatterbrained than usual.

Hugue nodded and gathered up the scraps of the ingredients and disposed of them before grabbing a damp rag and wiping down the counters. Walking over to the refrigerator, the younger man pulled out a bottle of honey and set it on the counter before bending over to dig around in the freezer. It really was a mess in there. Absolutely everything that could possibly be frozen was in there, mixed up everywhere. Sighing, he bent a little lower and scraped his fingers through the muddle in search of the large tub of ice cream. Damn, where was it...

William shrugged, turning to look at what his student was doing. He picked up the honey Hugue placed on the counter and looked it for a moment before putting it back and looking at the younger man again, a his lips turning into an amused smirk. He didn't have too good an idea of the condition of the freezer, even if he happened to be part of the cause why it was a mess. "Lost something?" He asked, his gaze studying the swordsman. Hugue did look damn good in that apron, and the black pants didn't leave too much to imagination.

"Ice cream..." Came the simple answer as he continued to rummage around, having to rearrange everything as he searched just to be able to close the freezer door again. Once he found what he was looking for, he lifted it and set it on the counter as well before continuing to rearrange the freezer contents. Once finished, he nudged the door shut with his hip and pulled a few bowls down from the cabinet and slicing several pieces of cake and settling a piece on the bottom of each one. Figuring it would take a while for the ice cream to soften, Hugue ran a sink full of hot, soapy water and began washing the dirty dishes as he waited patiently for the dessert topping to warm up.

"Mmhmm, all right..." The older man moved out of the way but continued watching whatever Hugue was doing. William never spent too much time in the kitchen himself outside some rare occasions, and while he did realize he was kind of in the way, he wasn't planning on leaving. "So. Stew, sandwiches, dessert with ice cream," he said, staring at the blond. "What's the big occasion anyway? Or do we always have things like this for dinner?"

Hugue shook his head and rinsed off a plate before setting it in the plastic drainer, starting in on another immediately after. "You invited guests for dinner. And Father Nightroad eats enough for an army." Another dish was rinsed and set aside to dry as the blond shook his hands off and dried them, stirring up the stew, then the strawberries, then resumed washing the dishes. For Hugue, balancing several tasks at once was nothing to him, and in the kitchen it was no different.

"I did?" William stared at the younger man for a moment, raising his hand to his chin. He then slapped his forehead, looking somewhat annoyed. "Darn it, so I did! Completely slipped my mind, there. Right, then..." He reached for his pocket and pulled out his watch, stopping to look at it. "Oh. Well, they shouldn't be coming for another hour. Nothing to worry about then, and you've got the food coming along nicely there. Need any help?"

The blond rolled his eyes slightly at his Master's absentminded antics. Washing up another dish, he rinsed it off with cool water and set it in the drainer with the others. He started in on a small pan this time. "No thank you, Master. I'm almost finished." Setting the cleaned pan aside, he dried off his hands again and stirred in the stew again before going back to the strawberries. A bit of sugary juice got on his fingers and the blond licked it off before washing more dishes.

The Professor glanced at the strawberries, then pulled a chair that was pushed by the wall and sat down. "Well, I'll stay anyway," he said. "In case something comes up." It was either that, or more like, he just wanted to avoid returning to the uninteresting paperwork just yet. He could leave that for tomorrow anyway, and watching Hugue washing dishes was oddly entertaining. "So, what kind of dessert are you making?"

The swordsman looked over his shoulder before setting the wet dish to the side. "Strawberry shortcake." Finishing off the dishes, Hugue emptied the sink of soapy water and swiped it clean before drying off his hands a final time. Sighing a bit, he bypassed the food and went back to the freezer, stooping back over to properly rearrange the contents in it.

"Aha," William replied, pretending he actually knew something. Well, he knew what a strawberry shortcake was, but making any was beyond him. "What's wrong with the freezer?" He continued, digging around his pockets for his pipe. He pulled it out, then stopped to stare at it and glancing at Hugue quickly. With all the food around, he suddenly got the feeling the younger man would have killed him if he had started smoking.

"Light that pipe and I'll boot you back to the couch, Master." The comment came immediately even though the younger man didn't pause in his work to even look over his shoulder. A pint of frozen chocolate ice cream was stuck somewhere at the bottom and he had to bend over entirely, resting his weight on the door for balance. Pausing, he stopped and looked over his shoulder again with a sigh, glaring halfheartedly at the older man. A few strands of hair fell into his face from the tie that held it back. He blew it up distractedly.

"I wasn't about to light it!" The Professor instantly replied. "Just checking that I still have it, that's all. You know me, I need to have this thing with me," he continued, rambling now. He frowned, pointing the pipe at the younger man. "I should take offence on that, boy. You think that I'm so stupid that I don't know there's food around, and smoking might not be a good idea? Hrmpt, fine I'll put it away. You just have fun with the damn food."

"Food's done." Hugue's mouth quivered but he quickly forced down his amusement. Leaving the freezer open for the moment, he walked back to the bucket of ice cream and dipped some out into each bowl. Grabbing the spoon in the strawberries, he dipped several bites of the candied fruit on top of the ice cream in the bowls and picked some of them up. Bending back over, he placed them into an open place in the freezer and licked more sugary juice off his fingers.

William glared at him while he put the pipe away then turned to stare at the pot of stew on the stove. It still smelled good, and he was kind of hungry by now. "Bah. When is that going to be ready anyway?" He asked, nodding at the stove. "Some of us haven't had anything to eat since lunch, you know. Which by the way is all your fault."

"I did say there were sandwiches..." Came the light reply as he finished putting away the dessert and closing the newly rearranged freezer. The honey still sat discarded on the counter but Hugue planned to let it warm up to put on the shortcakes later. Unfazed by the Professor's irritation, he rested against the counter for a moment and stared back at William, finger idly tapping the honey container. "And I called you to eat over two hours ago. Your fault."

"Liar. Haven't seen you since you brought lunch," the older man replied as he stood up and wandered over where the sandwiches were. He had been looking at them earlier, and he was so not going to admit now that he had seriously forgotten why he had been looking at them. "Besides I was in my lab a few hours ago, and it was noisy there. Wouldn't have heard you even if you had been by there. Which you weren't, since as I said, haven't seen you." He picked up a sandwich and leaned against the wall, nibbling on it.

"I slapped your desk and told you it was time to eat. You waved a hand at me and grunted." The blond smiled a little and stepped closer to press a light kiss to his ear before stepping past him to pull out a clean spoon and dip into the strawberries. Grasping William by the chin, he opened his mouth and stuck the spoon in before licking off more syrup from his fingers. "Need a taster anyway."

The Professor was about to retort with something and claim Hugue hadn't been to his room, but he didn't get the chance. He shut his mouth and glared at the younger man, his expression softening a little. "Quite sweet," he commented. "Abel should like it anyway so should do. And I was in my lab. If you went to my office, well then, I obviously wasn't there." That's what he was going to stick to; he didn't, after all, since he hadn't paid any attention to the time since lunch. "Now just get back to what you were doing and let me finish this sandwich."

"You walked into your office to find some book or another... and didn't leave for over an hour." Hugue's brows furrowed slightly in irritation at the offhand comment and huffed silently, walking abruptly over to the stew and turning off the heat. Setting it off the to the side, he stirred in it a bit more and kept his back to the older man. ''Yes, I suppose Abel will."

William finished his sandwich, idly staring at the younger man. Had he heard irritation in Hugue's voice? He smirked, his own irritation forgotten, and stepped closer, circling around the blond. "As I said, sweet," he said. "Abel would like that. I wouldn't know, though," he added, stopping by the swordsman and leaning closer. "There's only so much you can say about a little bite..."

The younger man narrowed his eyes slightly and watched William closely out of the corner of his eyes. He wasn't exactly sure what his Master was up to, but he was pretty sure what he was implying... He pursed his mouth and continued to stir before tapping the spoon on the edge of the pot and setting it aside.

"So," the Professor continued, circling the younger man again. "If you really wanted me to give you a good opinion on the dessert, I'll have to try a bit more. Oh, is the stew done, perhaps? Hmm..." He wandered over to where the ingredients for the dessert were - but not before raising his hand and drawing his fingers across the swordsman's behind. "It's not dinnertime yet. Enough time to prepare this..."

"Did I ever say I was displeased with your opinion?" Hugue's frown faded a little a little at the caress and he arched a brow, glancing over his shoulder at William. No doubt about it, the man was up to something... "Master. You're plotting something."

"What?" William turned to look at the younger man, appearing insulted. "Absolutely not. Why would I be up to anything?" He then grinned widely, picking up a spoon and poking the strawberries with it. "I'm just seeing if the dessert is going to be... high enough quality for our guests, that's all." He picked up a strawberry slice with the spoon and ate it. "Hmm. Sweet, yes, but... Needs some work. Are you making anything out of this stuff or are they here just for decoration?"

Hugue sighed and rolled his eyes slightly. The man had just watched him make the dessert and put it in the freezer. He was poking around in the bit of topping that was left. "I already made something of it, Master. In the freezer. And Abel eats raw sugar, it should be high enough quality." The last few words were a little harsh as the blond's eyes flashed and he turned back around, wiping off the stove with a damp rag.

"Oh, right you are," the older man replied. "Well I'm not the cook here, I wouldn't know if it was done or not. And what's this honey for, then?" He asked, picking up the container and opening it. He raised his other hand and poured some on his fingers, then tasting a bit. "Also, I'm not Abel and not willing to eat raw sugar. This is pretty nice anyway, could add some in my tea or something... Ack." The bottle slipped from his hand, and he sighed, picking it up. "Darn thing, all over my hand now..."

Hugue stifled a smirk as he glanced at William out of the corner of his eye. Well, it wasn't very difficult to figure out, with the way the older man was acting. He was about as subtle as a flashing, neon sign. Feigning ignorance, he picked up the damp rag and idly tossed it in the Professor's direction.

The Professor didn't catch it, so he had to pick it up, and he stopped to glare at the blond. "Well aren't you being helpful," he complained, trying to clean his fingers. "I could've dropped that on my coat or something worse, and all you're interested in is cleaning the kitchen. Bah... Also, this isn't working," he added, looking at his hand. "Sticky."

Hugue smirked a little over his shoulder as he smoothed out some of the wrinkles in his apron. Shaking his head, he stepped from the stove and walked to the counter, grabbing the dishrag and tossing it into the sink before taking the older man's hand. He gave a mock, put-upon sigh and took a finger into his mouth, slowly sucking some of the honey off. "Helpless."

"So you say now," William replied, pretending to be annoyed. He held up the bottle, showing it to Hugue. "You try having this stuff all over you and then get it off without trouble. I could demonstrate, you know." He dropped the bottle on the counter, ignoring the fact that it was open and a small amount ended up on the table. "Oh well, won't, especially since you're not interested because according to your dirty mind, I'm plotting something."

The corners of the swordsman's mouth quivered and he shook his head as he pressed against William and landed a peck on his mouth before sucking honey off another finger. It seemed his initial suspicion was right. Well, they did have about an hour... "You're always plotting something." He backed the older man a little closer to the edge of the counter and started on another finger.

William shook his head. "I certainly am not," he replied, placing his free hand against the counter for support. "I'd rather say, you're planning something, what's with licking my fingers like that..." He grinned a little, moving his hand to the top of the counter - and promptly hitting the part where the honey bottle lay. "Aah, damn it," he said, looking at his hand. "I should never come to the kitchen, this place is out to get me..."

"Mmhm." Letting go of his finger, Hugue pressed another kiss to the older man's mouth before starting in on his ear. "No, you like to start things, then play dumb." He smirked a little as he stuck his tongue in his ear before scraping teeth over the rim, hand sliding under his coat. Shifting a little closer to the counter, the blond managed to sweep the clutter to the side and pop open a button on his Master's coat.

"You so like making everything sound like it's my fault," William said, still playing annoyed but not resisting. "Come on now, it's not my fault that you have a dirty mind and take everything I say or do out of context." He grinned again, raising his hand to the younger man's face and grabbing him by the chin to stare into his eyes. "Aw, darn, I'm sorry," he noted. "Now you have that stuff on your face... Well... That seems to be working for removing it..." He leaned in for a kiss then moved a little lower, licking the honey off of Hugue's face.

The younger man smirked a little and tilted his head, managing to pop open another button on William's waistcoat before moving in on another. "I've seen you do awful things and you accuse me of having a dirty mind?" The coat was finally open and Hugue slid a hand up the older man's chest before working on his tie.

The Professor stared at the younger man, his expression questioning. "What are you talking about, Hugue? Awful things? Like what?" He raised his hands to the blond's shirt and opened a few buttons. "Killing vampires? Building machines that might cause some, ah, complications? Well excuse me, dear boy, but I have no idea what your definition of 'awful' would be. And you're the one with a dirty mind and trying to get away with it by accusing me."

"I've watched you lick your own spend from my stomach." Rolling his eyes at the escalation of conversation on both their parts, he pulled off the tie and began deftly undoing buttons. He considered just tugging the shirt open, but he'd done quite a bit of that as of late... it might annoy his Master to ruin yet another so soon.

William chuckled and grinned a little. "What, that's what's considered awful now? Bah, you're the one who complains that I smoke too much, and that it tastes in... that. I was merely checking if there was anything to back that up. And by the way, it was just fine." He gave the blond a bit of a glare, idly dropping his hands to the apron the younger man was wearing. "Also, I'm the one with a dirty mind? If that's so, I'd recommend you watch your tongue, boy. Did you just hear what you said? Things like that are not suitable for conversation."

"Then let's end the conversation." Rolling his eyes, he opened up the rest of the shirt and pressed flush against William, in turn, pressing him even harder against the counter and thwarting his attempts to shed the apron. Sighing a little, Hugue kissed the older man on the mouth before attaching himself to his neck and sliding a hand lower.

"Hah, you just don't want to have a conversation because you never have anything to say," the older man retorted. "Complete lack of conversation is boring, you know. I find it uninteresting to be just doing... Ah, certain things an Albion gentleman like me wouldn't name, and not say a word during it!" Sure, William was rambling again, but that's what he always did. "Also? You're awfully impatient." He sighed and rested his hands on Hugue's shoulders, as their position considered, that was all he could do.

"What would you have me say?" Hugue grumbled against William's collarbone as one hand slipped into the older man's back pocket, the other gripping him insistently by the crotch of his pants. "Chat about the weather?"

The Professor laughed. "Oh, well, I suppose even weather would be better than nothing. But I'm sure there are more interesting things around here than weather..." He glanced around, idly petting the younger man's hair. "Up for some... food?" He asked with a mischievous voice.

Hugue paused from leaving bright little suck marks on his Master's sternum and tilted his head, playing dumb. "You just had a sandwich..." He shook his head with a little sigh and stepped back a pace to give him room to move, eyes glittering in amusement. "Black hole..."

"Pfft. One moment I get complained at for forgetting to eat, then you say I eat too much. Make up your mind, boy!" William grinned, studying the younger man for a moment. He then picked up leftover strawberry from the counter and studied it for a moment. "Well I guess this would do... Or do you want a bite?" He lifted it to his lips and took a small bite.

Hugue huffed and would have crossed his arms in he didn't still have one hand in William's pocket. "Wonderful timing, Master. Food or sex. Make up your mind." The blond pursed his lips and arched a brow, already knowing what the answer would be. One side of his mouth twitched upwards a fraction as he watched William dig into the strawberries.

The older man raised an eyebrow, staring back at the blond. "What, are you saying I can't have both, then?" He asked with a half-smile on his lips. "Where's your imagination, Hugue... We're in the kitchen, after all. Hmm. Wonder what we could do here, anyway..." He ate the strawberry, then let his hand drop to Hugue's hip. "I must say, that apron looks quite good on you."

Hugue smirked a little and pinched the older man's rear through the pocket of his slacks. Shaking his head, he plucked out a dripping strawberry and nibbled on it, sugary juice dripping down his fingers. "You'll ruin your supper..."

William caught the younger man's hand and pulled it close to his face, carefully licking the juice off of Hugue's fingers. "Well," he said, giving the blond a meaningful look while sucking on his index finger. "I didn't invite guests over because I wanted to eat, anyway. I'll have more time for chatting if I've already eaten something!"

"Well, we have less than an hour to get you full." The younger man leaned over and scraped his teeth over William's ear, dipping his tongue in and blowing in it as he slid closer and pressed tightly against him, discretely moving scattered items out of the way on the large counter.

"Mmhm, yes," the Professor replied, moving his hand to the swordsman's behind and squeezing lightly. He tilted his head a little, enjoying what Hugue was doing. "Need to leave some space for the stew, though. I would've be a very good host if I don't eat something myself, but I suppose a few strawberries won't be too much..." He grinned; with the blond being so close, he couldn't help but to notice how hard his student was.

The swordsman fidgeted under the warmth of William's hand and reluctantly let go of his ear before scooting back onto the counter and pulling the older man between his thighs. Pressing himself back against the Professor and resuming his ministrations on his ear.

William squirmed a little under the caresses. He was quite enjoying himself and had to admit Hugue wasn't the only one aroused. "Heh... You're sure enjoying doing that," he murmured, slipping his hands between them and under the apron in an attempt to open the younger man's pants.

Hugue nipped on William's earlobe and slid one hand up his chest to toy with a nipple, other hand sliding down to work on the older man's slacks as well. Once properly opened, he slipped his hand down to front of his pant and rubbed slowly.

The older man grinned, managing to get Hugue's pants open as well. He slipped a hand in and stroked the younger man's erection while tugging the swordsman's pants lower with his other hand. "Well," he admitted. "Guess you're kind of busy to have a conversation right now... Oh well, I'll take what I can get..."

Gritting his teeth a little, the blond gripped William's coat and opened shirt and slipped both from his shoulders to snag on his arms. He leaned into the touches and rubbed harder against his groin as he kissed him.

"Hmmh..." William mumbled against the kiss, pulling his hands away for a moment to get rid of his coat and shirt, as they were getting on the way. He then returned to his attempt to get Hugue's pants down, and after managing somewhat he slipped a hand onto the younger man's behind again, fondling his skin. He returned his other hand under the apron, grinning widely.

Hugue sighed a little at the momentary loss of contact and reached over to the bowl of strawberries, placing one candied bit of fruit onto his tongue and letting the sugar dissolve on it. Once William resumed his touches, his hips rocked a little and he slid his hand back onto his groin.

The Professor continued caressing the blond's crotch but moved his other hand to Hugue's shirt, trying to undo the buttons under the apron. That, he was planning on leaving alone. He grinned a little and kissed the swordsman, then pulled away and licked his lips. "Hmm, sweet..."

Hugue frowned a little and looked down to watch how the older man was undressing him. He pursed his mouth a little and raised his eyebrows at William, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

"...What?" William asked, noticing the younger man's expression. He smiled and continued what he was doing, succeeding somewhat and pulling the shirt down from the swordsman's shoulders. "You wouldn't want to do anything when clothed anyway..." His gaze wandered on Hugue's chest, following a random scar.

Hugue wriggled a little and leaned up to kiss William again, toeing off his boots and sliding his pants off completely. He glanced quickly at the clock on the wall and redirected his stare to the older man. "Thirty two minutes."

"Which means plenty of time for this," the older man replied in cheerful tone. "Although could get on with it. Even my patience has its limits, so!" He pushed his pants out of the way a little more, his gaze studying the blond. "How are we supposed to do anything here anyway...?"

Hugue huffed and slid off the table, nipping William's bottom lip before turning around and bracing his hands on the counter. He looked over his shoulder and nodded, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Oil?"

The Professor stared at the swordsman for a moment then glanced around. "Why are you asking me? We're in the kitchen, so I'd think there was oil around here somewhere... Uh. You know better than me as to where exactly, I'd say." He gave the younger man a silly grin, shrugging a little. "So, where?"

Hugue scowled and jerked his thumb in the direction of one of the cabinets, nibbling on his lip in impatience. "Top one on the left." He sighed and shook his head, resting his chin on his folded arms as he waited.

"Oh," the older man replied, glancing at the direction Hugue was pointing at. He skipped over to the cabinets, holding his pants up with one hand, and found the desired item - an oil bottle - after a quick search. "Much better. So where was I!" He returned to where the younger man was and fumbled for a moment to get the bottle open, then spread some of the oil on his hand. "Now spread your legs a little more?"

The blond pressed his upper half closer against the chilly counter and his back dipped gracefully as he opened his legs wider. Chewing on his lip again, Hugue looked over his shoulder and waited.

William grinned as he placed the bottle on the counter and placed his hand on the younger man's behind, petting a little before pressing his fingers between the swordsman's buttocks. "This shouldn't hurt," he said, stating the obvious. Well, he was aware it could hurt, but he'd done it enough times for Hugue to know what to expect.

Hugue gritted his teeth and pressed against the intrusion, spreading his thighs a little more and attempting to ease some of the ache in his groin by rubbing against the counter.

"A little more..." William said, moving closer to the younger man. He slipped his other hand around the blond to fondle him, while leaning close to nibble on his ear. "Getting impatient yet, dear boy?" He whispered with a mischievous tone while preparing the swordsman. He was - when he wanted to be anyway - quite through with his preparations, and this time wasn't going to be an exception. Besides, he was curious to see Hugue's reaction, and he pressed his fingers just a little deeper...

Hugue growled at the mocking tone and the teasing fingers, hands slipping on the smooth, cool surface of the counter and nails raking across the marble tabletop with a screech. Chewing hard on his lip, the blond's back arched sharply as he pushed himself back on William's fingers and hissed at him over his shoulder. "Enough teasing."

"All right all right..." The older man pulled his hand away and picked up the oil bottle again, pouring some oil on his fingers and spreading it on his own erection. "Impatient as always, but fine I'll get to it, just give me one second!" He smirked and returned the bottle to the counter, positioning himself behind the blond. "Prepared then, I presume?" He asked, not waiting for an answer as he pressed closer and into the younger man.

The younger man's brows laced together and he squirmed at the faint discomfort of the intrusion before managing to relax properly. Holding onto the tabletop in a white knuckled grip, Hugue rocked his hips back against the older man and gritted his teeth at the friction, spots of faint pink rising on his cheekbones as the room got hotter.

The Professor slipped his hand around the blond to caress him while pressing into the younger man with a steady pace. He leaned close to kiss Hugue's neck while moving against him then raised his free hand and caught the swordsman's long hair. "Getting a little warm?" He asked as he studied the blond, sounding as cheerful as usual although there was a hint of something only Hugue would have noticed in his voice.

Glaring heatedly at the Professor from over his shoulder, he smirked a little and snapped his hips back and tensed his muscles abruptly, just to make sure he had William's unwavering attention. "You're the one with sweat on your face..."

"Well," the older man replied. "I'll have to admit that it is a bit warm here. You've been cooking here, and I'm the one with more clothes on! I still have my pants... mostly. You only have... this." He grinned and tugged the apron a little before returning his hand to fondling the younger man. "Besides you're feeling nice and... ah... very... warm," he added as he pressed his body against the blond again.

Hugue's breathing picked up a little and the movement of his hips became sharper and deeper. His retort soon failed to be worth anything as a fine sheen of sweat formed on the swordsman's face first, then beading on his shoulders and the curve of his spine. "Hmph... "

"Too... warm, as the matter of... fact," William mumbled to himself, forced to pause to take a deep breath. "So going to need a quick shower before our dinner guests arrive." He was getting a little exhausted, but he composed himself and then continued, grinning widely as the stared at the younger man. The apron was such of a turn-on, he thought to himself while pressing deeper in to the blond. "You do look quite lovely like that you know," he whispered, leaning in to kiss the younger man's neck again.

Hugue squirmed and spread his legs as wide as he could, not able to really care about the older man's ranting. When his lower back tightened painfully at the angle he was bent in, he hissed a little and simply slumped onto the counter, resting his face on folded arms and muffling any noise he might have made.

William chuckled, sounding a little tired himself, but he wasn't about to stop or slow down. "Getting tired already?" He asked, fully pretending he was still fine. He did quicken his pace a little as thrust into the younger man, needing to finish things sometime soon. "I'd even say... You're almost done..." He continued, caressing the swordsman some more.

Hugue huffed a little and pressed back against the thrusts, biting his lip and gripping the counter hard. The faint spots of pink flared into a bright shade of magenta and bloomed across his entire face, loose strands of damp blond hair sticking to his cheeks and neck. Pressing his lips together into a thin line, the blond's muscles tensed and spasmed suddenly right before he came in William's hand.

"Well now..." The older man commented, pausing for a short moment and looking at his hand. It was what he had been after, anyway, and that done, he wasn't about to waste time finishing himself. Hugue felt warm, and giving up all attempts to control himself, William claimed his own release only a few moves later, mumbling the younger man's name under his breath.

Face resting on folded arms, the swordsman struggled to calm his breathing and cool down. After a moment, his back gave a twinge of protest at their position and Hugue wriggled lazily against the older man. "20 minutes..."

William mumbled something unclear and moved away, leaning against the counter for support. "Ah. Yes. Well aware of that, also, need to clean," he said, raising his hand and licking it clean. "A quick shower maybe, and some clean clothes..." He glanced at his coat and shirt lying on the floor, and shrugged, his expression turning into his usual casual grin.

Hugue rolled his eyes a little and ran a hand over his warm face, stretching enough to pop his back before straightening completely upright and turning to look at William. "Shower then. You bring the clothes. Not wearing this for guests." Smirking a fraction, he turned back around and headed for the bathing room, arms reaching behind him and tugging deftly on his apron strings.

The older man laughed at that, leaning to pick up his shirt and pulling it over his shoulders. "Not that I'd let them see you wearing only that anyway," he said aloud, not caring if Hugue was around to listen anymore or not. "There are some things I like to keep for myself..." He smirked and started gathering the clothes lying around the kitchen floor before heading after the younger man.