❂ –– It was all somewhat of a blur how Hans and Kristoff ended up where they were, the smaller of the two sitting on the kitchen island counter. The larger had his hands on his waist, trailing his lips down his neck and working soft moans from the redhead. Hans’s hands gripped at the blonde’s shoulders, fingers pressing into the fabric in response to the other’s actions. There was a slight stubble along Kristoff’s jaw, and feeling that brush up against his neck with every kiss and nip could have almost brought a laugh to escape.
But he was focusing more on what the other was doing, toes curling in slight frustration when the blonde pulled back to ask him the question. Hans raised a brow and looked to the other, thinking of where would be best for them to continue. One hand moved from the Kristoff’s shoulder to cup at his face, thumb running along his jawline before a smirk spread to his lips.
❝ Unless you’ve got what you need on you, I think the shower’s a good place to go. ❞
He actually was. Why would they be looking for the both of them? With Hans, it was to be somewhat expected. Banished prince, knows things about his kingdom that could be very useful to opposing forces, it was to be expected that he would have people looking for him. And maybe that was just it, that those people were just looking for him. Or they had seen Kristoff around him, had seen them talk to each other, and thought that he would know some things as well.
Whatever it was, Hans wasn’t sure. But he knew that they should probably go elsewhere and hide for a bit. Try and get those looking for him off of their trail.
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❂ –– ❝ Kristo–Kristoff, NO! ❞
This wasn’t the first time that the two were chasing each other through their shared apartment, one trying to catch the other for doing something. Most times, it was Hans chasing after the large blonde, the latest time because somehow blue hair dye made it’s way into his shampoo. In cartoons or in some movies, it would show that the hair dye would only dye the hair and the rest would run right down. But no. It stained his forehead, hears, fingers, and went down his neck and stained his back for a bit.
Needless to say, he chased Kris and threw a couple of things at his head before forcing the other to help him get as much of the dye off as he could.
This time, however, it was the larger that was chasing after the redhead, managing to get his hands on him after having to almost dive over the couch. So it might have been the fourth–fifth?–time that Hans had drank the last beer in the fridge. And lord knows that he didn’t go out and get any himself for the both of them to share. It was just something that he didn’t do because he didn’t want to put in the effort. But the last time he had done it, Kris told him that he would get him back in some way, shape, or form.
Hans didn’t expect to be dragged and bent over the other’s knee, however.
❝ What are you doing–Kristoff, wait ❞
❝ I told you I’d get you back! ❞ A wicked grin spread to the other’s lips before he brought a hand up, bringing it down and smacking him right on the ass. It drew a surprisingly high pitched yelp from Hans’s lips, causing him to slap his hands over his mouth and for the other to look down at him. For a moment, they stared at each other, the tips of the redhead’s ears bright red before he lowered his head and tried to squirm out. But the blonde was larger and much, much, stronger. So he was thoroughly pinned.
▶ ”You can always go back to sleep, your highn-” Kristoff gasped when he took the chocolatey spoon and papped him on the head, chocolate getting into his blond hair. “you didn’t…” He growled playfully. He took a large glob of the brownie mix and swiftly smeared it across Hans’ cheek. “Sugar crush~” He grinned, licking his fingers.
❝ The smell would have kept me up when it was baking. ❞ The dab of brownie mix on his cheek earned a raised brow and a smirk, swiping his thumb to get it off before licking it off his finger. ❝ That was only return fire for the flour in my face, ❞ was Hans’s only comment before flicking the spoon at Kristoff and getting bits of the brownie mix on him.
▶ ”You like it.” He teased, leaning forward, munching on the spoon. “Yeah, but it’s only for the ice rink, I finished building yesterday and the next job starts in two days, so I’m good.” He grinned, flicking some flour at Hans’ face.
Hans quirked a brow at the teased and flinched when the flour was flicked at him, letting out a huff before wiping the white off of his face. ❝ And there was no consideration put towards my work schedule when you started baking this early? ❞ With a quick swipe, he took the spoon from Kristoff and very lightly smacked him on the top of the head with the underside of it.
