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“Dinner’s ready!” shouted Spencer from the kitchen.
He had slaved over this meal for a full day. But it was worth it. His hardworking husband deserved a little treat and he’d perfected his recipe for a special occasion.
The spread on the table was too much for just the two of them, but Spencer preferred having leftovers.
Dessert would be the star of their night.
He saw his husband enter the kitchen, fresh from the shower, barefoot, with dark pants on and one of old FBI t-shirts. He looked delectable.
Spencer had gotten ready beforehand. His skin was baby-smooth, his hair was tousled the way he liked, he was only wearing his favorite apron, his mismatched socks, and the plug was teasing his insides just enough for him to finish his chores and be ready for his husband’s appetite.
When Aaron entered the kitchen, he had expected to find his young husband waiting for him with dinner served. They usually cooked together, but Spencer would always send Aaron to shower before eating, so it was a big surprise that Spencer had asked for the afternoon off from work and he hadn’t seen him until now.
“Spencer…”
“Good evening, Aaron.” Spencer stood behind the table, presenting the food and his body in a way that would make his husband hungrier by the minute.
“What’s the special occasion?”
“Just wanted to spoil you a little. You deserve it after all the work that you do.” Spencer walked around the table and got Aaron’s chair out, “Come, sit.”
Aaron obeyed.
Spencer prepared a plate for the older man, leaning a little too much so his apron would move and let his skin show. Aaron knew he couldn’t touch unless Spencer allowed him to. He also noticed there was only one chair at the table. He had an idea of what his young lover wanted, and he wasn’t going to deny him.
When Spencer deemed it was good enough, he served his husband’s plate in front of him and a glass of wine, he poured another one for himself too.
“We should make a toast, my love.”
“I agree. I feel spoiled already, thank you my darling for always making me feel like the luckiest man in the whole world.” The older man looked up at his husband standing between his legs. The material of the apron was flimsy and soft.
“And thank you for letting me be who I am, always, for trusting me and showing me all the ways I can be loved.”
“I love you, Spencer.”
“I love you, Aaron.”
They kissed with their usual passion, enjoying the feeling of their shared body heat. Spencer practically naked, with his husband’s arms around his waist, and Aaron making him shiver in anticipation. The way that man kissed Spencer had always made his knees buckle. It was not an exception now.
Aaron helped Spencer hooking his legs to straddle him on the chair. The older man’s big hands kneaded the soft buttcheeks and traced his back, making him feel so thin and small in comparison. He clung to the man’s shoulders, giving him access to his neck, knowing that the next day he’d be sporting obvious hickeys. He loved the possessiveness.
The grumbling in Aaron’s stomach made them separate. Spencer giggled.
“I wanted to feed you today, but after getting so comfy here in your lap, you might be the one feeding me.”
“That’s okay, love, I will gladly feed you this delicious food you made for us.”
Aaron took his fork and dug in, pleased with the taste of the food. He then took another fork for Spencer and gave him the first bite. Although the position was not comfortable, it was intimate and they enjoyed it that way.
“I’m going to turn you around, so you can eat, okay?”
“Mmm…”
When they finished the meal, Spencer knew it was time for dessert. He’d prepared it extra-special for his lover. They had been kissing throughout their shared meal, so he’d been grinding on his husband’s erection, eager to finish and finally share his little surprise.
Reluctantly, he got off Aaron’s lap and walked to the fridge to retrieve the small cups with his concoction. The idea was simple: Banana Caramel Cream Dessert. He took the small cups to the table and sat on his husband’s legs, straddling him again.
Aaron had not wasted time observing the sinful way in which his husband moved. The apron did not cover his ass, just the thick strands of the material made into a perfect bow in Spencer’s lower back framed his hips, the plug in his ass just teasing him with the shiny purple jewel sparkling from its place between his cheeks making him look like sin incarnated. Also, the apron did nothing to hide his erection and the wet patch in the front was just making the older man dizzy with desire.
When Spencer sat facing him, he wanted to rip the apron off and latch onto those puffy nipples he loved. But he knew better.
“So, my dear husband, I’ve got dessert for you. I know how you like eating it with thick, sweet cream on it.” Spencer whispered while giving Aaron his glass cup.
He looked at the small cup adorned with the banana slice on it. The homemade whipped cream looked like a fluffy cloud and the caramel glaze was perfect. Aaron could never say his husband didn’t spoil him.
“I bet this is heavenly…” He knew there was something Spencer wasn’t telling him.
The brunet just smiled at him and started licking the whipped cream from his own cup, making some lewd movements with his tongue, without breaking eye contact. The older man couldn’t be any harder and yet.
Aaron decided to just go with it. He slurped a little off the top of the cup, chewing the banana and enjoying the mix of flavors. There was something he didn’t recognize. He continued licking the cream until he noticed how intently the younger man looked at his mouth and something immediately clicked in his mind.
Spencer saw the gears turning in Aaron’s eyes and continued licking his dessert. He saw him put his cup on the table with the unfinished dessert.
“You minx—”
“Yes, sir?” Spencer practically meowled into his husband’s mouth. He didn’t have to worry about him reacting badly.
Aaron lifting him up and dragging him to their bedroom was everything he needed. He didn’t even care if his neighbors heard through the walls his screaming. They better knew he had a stud willing to make him happy no matter what he wanted.
Limping the next day to help Aaron clean the kitchen was worth it.