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?This boy deserves to get bred by us.?, Fenrir growls, and I can feel how I lose control of my wolf. But god-damn it... Him calling us daddy is really threatening, especially if he says it so innocently.

He is deeply blushing 'cause of my growl and looks from his hands to the bowl and back.

Not knowing what he should do now. ?Em..

.?, he hems and looks back to me. ?I still need the milk.

..?, and with that he looks back to the bowl and crack the egg.

?Wanna play? Okay, go on...?, Fenrir murmurs and I try to calm down a bit. Fenrir, stop it... please...

?You're threatening yourself, it isn't me!?, he barks back. Please just shut up! ?As you wish! You foolish old DOTER!?, he shouts angrily. DON'T DARE TO TALK TO ME LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN! ... ... ... Finally, he is quiet... Puh... Okay... Just let us do breakfast...

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After my cute mate has made over a dozen pancakes.

He is turning back to me and is chuckling about something.

?What's the matter??, I ask him and raise an eyebrow.

He gets quiet, but is still grinning. ?Nothing, really.

..?, he obviously lies and wants to walk past me to the fridge, but I grab his am and pull him a bit towards me.

?Puppy... I don't like if you lie to me.

So tell me. What's making you grin??, I say with a deep voice.

His cheeks are getting rosy, and he is looking at my pecs.

?Em... There is flour... on your...?, he stops talking and touches my left pec.

He doesn't move his hand for a while and seems to be spellbound by my skin.

Fuck... he is turning meon... AGAIN! ?This little puppy is going to kill me. ..?, Fenrir growls desperately.

But then suddenly he rises from the deaths and dust down the flour from my pec, before he manages to release himself from my grip and do not dare to look at me. ?Do you like jam or chocolate??, he asks and open the fridge.

?He admires our body more, then he would ever admit. Maybe we can have sex today.?, Fenrir chuckles. But I just shake my head. First: Since when are you talking with me again? Second: He doesn't have any control of his body. AND FOR MOST IMPORTANT: We promised not to!

?Em... William??, Yuki is asking again. ?Em.

.. do you have lemon curd or just sugar with lemon?

?, I ask back because I don't really like chocolate pancakes nor with jam.

He looks a bit confused, but then opens his fridge again.

?Em... sugar is in the cupboard left to the fridge.

..?, he responds, and I open the cupboard and grab the sugar.

?Em... I don't have any lemons or so... But I do have oranges or instant lemon...?, he turns back to me and shows me an orange and a bottle of lemon juice concentrate. ?Em... okay, I think I go with the lemon juice, thanks.?, I respond. Hopefully it does not taste like shit...

?Hopefully it does! YOU deserve it!?, Fenrir is barking again. Fuck off, you loppy mutt! I tell you, fighting with your wolf is a total torture...