[Johan's POV]
Johan just finished washing the rice when Russell stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. It was a sight to behold. Even in their younger years, Russell had always been a head-turner. As if they didn't just have sex not too long ago and here he was again, drawn to the half-naked man strutting towards him.
"What do we have for dinner?" Russell asked, resting his chin over Johan's shoulder, chest pressed to his back, hands on both sides of his hips.
The gesture sent shivers across his skin, like the touch of an icy flame licking him frozen, unable to pull away until he burned to nothing but a trapped soul in the hands of a reaper. Johan stuttered a reply. "C-Chicken? Like, what else should I cook?"
"Human?"
"I'm having none of your dark humor today, Rus."
Russell sniggered at the disgusted frown he pulled, kissing his neck. "But you're a cannibal. Swallowing semen makes you—"
