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Birthday Dinner (N)

TW: RPS - Freeform, Food, Food Porn, Food Kink, Cooking, Feeding Kink, Feeding, Stuffing, Eating, Light Dom/sub, Romantic Friendship, Frottage, Anal Plug, Anal Sex, Riding, Belly Kink, Belly Rubs, Suit Kink, Showers, Some Humor, Body Hair, Ejaculate, Barebacking, Slash

"Happy Birthday, boss," Paul teased sweetly, his delighted eyes twinkling as he welcomed Chris into the warm, steamy kitchen. Paul wore a denim apron with handsome floral accents over his smart clothes and it looked like he needed it – the apron was stained top to bottom. Chris snorted and scoffed at the greeting but Paul could see his blush and the slight smile he was trying to restrain as he shuffled closer to his partner.

"Every day's my birthday when you're around, pal," Chris said. He pecked Paul on the lips in greeting and then deeply inhaled the delicious smells that surrounded him and exhaled with a covetous hum. The scent of Paul lightly sweating was the centerpiece of the savory medley that was softly simmering away in the kitchen. Suddenly feeling much too warm, Chris unbuttoned his jacket, his mouth already starting to water.

"You look good, babe," Paul said, fingering Chris' blue tie with a wink as he stirred a pot with his other hand. Chris tipped his chin up and smirked proudly. Paul had requested that Chris wear formal attire tonight and who was he to not play along?

"Psh. I always look good," Chris said smugly. He shrugged off his jacket and held it uncertainly for a moment. His dark, narrow eyes swept the room. The kitchen was an incomprehensible mess but the nearby dining table was immaculate. Chris draped his coat over the back of the chair facing the kitchen and then immediately started to poke around. Paul had returned his full attention to tending the busy stove though he still stole glances over his shoulder while his lover examined the table.

"My god, Paul. You didn't have to do all of this. Seriously. Look at all this – You'd think it was a fuckin' ten star restaurant in here," Chris complained. He fondled the cloth napkins with a wondrous confusion more befitting someone who had never seen such luxury before – though of course he had. It was just strange to see such a thing here – for something as mundane as this.

"It's only my lousy birthday. Geez," Chris said, continuing to pout while he idly see-sawed a fork with one finger on it's tines. Paul tutted, turning on his heel to glare at Chris with playful disapproval, holding a large dripping spoon in one hand.

"Excuse you. It's an extra special day and you know it. Now sit down, relax and enjoy," Paul insisted. He saw Chris grin sheepishly even though he hadn't quite looked up from the table quite yet.

"Yeah, fine. I guess so. I mean, I am the best guy after all. It's gotta be said," Chris sighed, basking in Paul's absolute adoration of him as he took his seat. He settled in and slightly loosened his tie, finally looking up and meeting Paul's eyes. The gaze they exchanged was brimming with love, lust and amusement. Finished with adjusting his tie, Chris continued to magnetically hold Paul's gaze as he casually smoothed his shirt down - running one flat hand down his chest to his navel. Paul had to bite down on his lower lip to help keep his composure. Chris looked absolutely sinful slouching at the table in his crisp, clean, well-cut clothes. Paul could hardly wait to ease him out of them. He released his lower lip and unconsciously licked it before he spoke again.

"I hope you're hungry," Paul purred. He turned halfway back to the stove and reached for the ladle.

"God – Yes. I'm so hungry. I only had some toast this morning and one measly little taco for lunch. My body is ready. You gotta fill me up, Paul. I need food!" Chris moaned, leaning forward over the table in desperation. Paul's hand faltered and nearly missed the bowl while garnishing the soup as his dick instantly swelled in response to Chris' demands. He took a deep, steadying breath.