Appetizer

You did NOT expect him to take your half-joke so seriously. Last weekend, you two watched some stupid, romantic Hollywood comedy. You couldn't even remember the name of the movie. But in one scene, the male lead was wearing an apron and nothing more, preparing breakfast. You laughed and looked at your husband.

"Well, that'd be a welcome I would surely enjoy.", you said with a grin and nudged his shoulder.

„Tsk.", Levi's face turned a little pink. „You wish, pervert.". „Aw come on, you know I think you look cute in your black apron.", you pout a little when he ignores you and that was it. Or so you thought.

You were half an hour early. You managed to finish the last meeting of the day basically in record time and went home straight after. You wanted to surprise Levi with a little bit of extra time. And he clearly had a surprise planned for you as well.

One step into your generous apartment and you stop dead. As always, Levi greets you at the door. This time though he can barely look you in the eyes when he mumbles a greeting and shyly gives you a peck on the lips. You grab his shoulders and hold him an arm's length away, to get a better look. His usually pale skin burns brightly pink with embarrassment from his cheeks over his ears, right down to his splotted neck and even his chest. You can see it above the heavy, dark fabric of his apron. And there is only the apron.

It goes down to his knees almost and around his body. His waist is just so tiny, the apron covers his below completely. It's no match for his trained pecs though. Levi takes care of himself and it shows. You can't see his rippled abs right now, but his chest and biceps

„Can you close the door please, sweet?", he asks, almost a little timid. Levi doesn't like to be exposed to other people than you and the door to your apartment is wide open. You ignore his request and instead let your hands wander along his sides, pulling him into you so his face is nudged into your chest. You look down at him with the widest grin on and feel around his body. He really IS naked except for his apron.

You kiss his neck. „So who's the pervert now?", you mumble into his skin.

„Close. The fucking. Door!", he grouches and makes sure to emphasize every word. You chuckle lightly and shove the door shut with your foot. He relaxes a little in your arms and finally pulls away. „You are early...", it sounds like an accusation. „Dinner is not ready yet.".
And with that, Levi is back in your kitchen.

You put away your coat and take off your shoes while watching him basically flee back into his safe space. He looks gorgeous. His back is as ripped as his front. And you get a very good view of his backside, which makes not only your mouth water. Of course, you follow him into the kitchen.

„Don't you wanna shower first? Change?", he asks over his shoulder when you lean against the kitchen island, that's opposite the stove he's working at. „No, later...", you take a step forward and let your hand skite along his bare sides. He tenses but doesn't look at you. "Tsk, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy?", he grumbles at you.

"Mhhhh.", you press your lips against the bare skin of his neck and inhale his scent. Fresh laundry and lavender. "What's for dinner anyway, my love?", you ask and peek over his shoulder. Your eyes find his mid instead of the food on the stove and you can clearly see he's already half-hard.

Your nails scratch over his skin, gently up and down his sides, before you grab two hands full of his ass.

"Hah ah.", a surprised whimper escapes him. "R..ri...risotto...I'm ma-making risotto...w....with...." he whimpers again, when one of your hands slides between his cheeks, gently stroking the sensitive skin beside his tight, little hole.