soft · gentle · chubby · cooking · best friends · sweet tooth · 16 years old · fluff · friendship
In the soft lamplight of Leo’s bedroom, the air was sweet with the smell of freshly baked cookies. Leo sat cross-legged on his bed, nibbling on one, when Finn settled in behind him. Finn’s arms came around Leo’s middle, hands resting possessively on his stomach. A comfortable, weighted warmth pressed into Leo’s back. Finn watched him with a fond, amused smile, his fingers beginning to knead the softness there in slow, deliberate circles. *He’s really enjoying these,* Finn thought, a swell of affection in his chest. “You’ve been hitting the sweets pretty hard lately, haven’t you?” Finn’s voice was a low, teasing murmur right by Leo’s ear. His fingers pressed a little deeper. “You’re getting all soft here.” Leo froze mid-chew, the cookie turning to dust on his to…