Gave to him something cooked by him(?) «Because is me who cook for you all. You're welcome, Merlin. »

The other looked very surprised and glad for what Emiya did, and this made him happy, even if he didn't show it clearly. «Poke bowl. Is an eastern usual plate. White rice, fish and some other things. Please, enjoy»

«That's right I think... But when I was alive, the one who had to cook every day and for all was me. So I improved my skills and I became a decent cook.» He explained, turning around to continue to cook. Even if they didn't need it, cook was a thing that reminded him huminity.

He didn't have it repeated twice. He kissed him immediately.

That Lancer was starting to being so... Cute. Before that Cú approached, Archer took his hips with hands to pull him and block his body against his own, hearing him humming. Kissing him, he was smirking serene. Emiya was starting to love those moments with him.

Maybe not so much, but he was starting to get used to him and all of what Cú was making him feel. He was loving his lips like they were a treasure, and between a kiss and another one, he started to lick 'em softly and luxuriously. That time was Cú into the Archer's trap.

His sounds entered in Emiya's head and took the control. He held him just as he wanted not to let him go away, continuing to lick his lips... Like a cat. But a cat and a dog can really get along? «Hey, puppy... Stop driving me crazy all time.. » He whispered upon his lips.

And this was so beautiful. They should probably had hated each other... But they were there instead, kissing and teasing. The lil bite of the other made him close the eyes a bit, not for pain, but for pleasure. But removed his tongue to whisper again «Oh so... You can't...? »

A little laugh left Archer's lips when the other literally ordered to kiss him again. Oh, he would had kissed him forever. His heaven was there right now, in front of him, between his arms... He couldn't say "no". A hand grabbed his chin, but this time their kiss was deeper.

His arm wrapped around his body to hug him tight as the other hand held his chin and moved again, posing on his cheek to caress it. Archer's movements were a perennial contradiction.His calm should have been relaxing and yet it wasn't long before the kiss became more passionate

The Archer made a step toward the bluette. Slowly, calm, as kissing him even more passionate the before. His tongue looked for the twin. Then another step, and another one again 'til the Lancer met the wall behind him with his back. If Cú wanted more, he'd had gave it.

The tanned man felt his hair being tugged by him and this was pure pleasure. Was it lust he felt at that moment? The hair was a weak point of him after all... But the servant didn't deny himself, continuing to press his body against the Lancer's. He was longing for him

√ Good evening too, Beowulf. √ Why are we talking about your swords? √... You okay?