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(SMUT)Cookies- TerrorSnuckel

A/N: SMUTTTTTT.
First of all, thanks to Magican_Bunneh for the prompt idea (:

Second, I'm writing this for LazerKi tten because I feel like I don't ever thank her enough. She helps me with so many prompts, makes all my covers, and even let's me vent all my depressing problems to her. She literally puts up with so much shit from me, though I don't know how, and I love her for it. A lot of my stories never would've happened without her (:

Brock shivered in bed, prying his heavy eyes open to see his husband's side of the bed empty and disheveled. The alarm clock read 3:27am. Hearing movement in the kitchen of their home, Brock clambered out of bed.

He smiled, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his Irish lover carefully moving about the kitchen, mixing batter in a bowl. "You know it's not even half past three?" Brock laughed. Brian jumped slightly and blushed.

"Well, I couldn't sleep. I was too excited!" Brian defended, blushing and turning away from his husband. Brock shook his head with a smile. He wrapped his arms around Brian from behind. Brian relaxed, scooping freshly made cookie dough onto the baking sheet as he enjoyed the company of the man he loved so much.

"Happy Anniversary." Brock whispered, softly kissing Brian's ear. Brian shivered. He set the bowl down and turned in his lover's arms.

"Happy Anniversary, babe." Brian replied. They shared a slow kiss. Not rushed or lustful. Simply loving. Pulling apart, Brock helped Brian put the cookies in the oven before lifting him onto the counter, nuzzling into his neck. Brian giggled. His fingers brushed through Brock's short hair as the male left soft, ticklish kisses on his neck. Purposefully making the Irish man laugh, just to hear the sweet sound. When the oven timer dinged, Brian playfully pushed him away. "Time for cookies!" As he pulled the cookies out, Brock admired him head to toe, a smile plastered on his face. "What are you smiling at?" Brian questioned with a blush tinting his ears. Brock cupped his cheeks, staring into his eyes, making him practically melt in his hands.

"I get cookies at four a.m on the morning of my anniversary. I've got such a perfect husband. Why wouldn't I be smiling?" Brock gushed. Brian felt tears in his eyes. Sniffling, he buried his face in Brock's chest, hugging him close.

"I love you." He mumbled into the fabric of his husband's tshirt. Brock chuckled, hugging Brian back with the firm yet gentle grip he knew his husband loved.

"I love you too, Brian. So so much." Brock lifted his head and connected their lips. Brock kept Brian close as he lead him to the living room. Brian giggled, showered in kisses. He sat Brock on the couch before smiling shyly and stripping for his husband. Brock bit his lip. Nothing turned him on more than his love getting out of his comfort zone. Brock grabbed his now bare hips, pulling him close and feathering tender kisses on his hips and pelvis. Brian sighed with pleasure, brushing his fingers through Brock's hair.

"You always know how to make me feel good." Brian mumbled. Brock grinned up at him, nibbling on his hip.

"I only ever want to make you feel good." Brian blushed at Brock's words. Brock stood, stripping his clothes with Brian only inches from him. When all clothes were shed, Brock lifted him in his arms, carrying him to their bedroom and laying him on the plush bed. Brian stood, grabbing Brock's favorite vanilla lotion, making him smile. By instruction, Brock laid on his stomach. He felt the bed dip between his legs, cold lotion dripping onto his back. Brian's hands gently rubbed the lotion in, his fingers working every muscle on Brock's back. Brock felt any stress leave his body. "You're so good to me." He mumbled, his head turned back to look at the man behind him. Brian was blushing for the billionth time.

"I just want to keep you happy." He mumbled quietly, working his fingers in the knots on Brock's shoulders. Brock let out soft groans.

"You always make me happy." Stopping Brian's hands, Brock sat up and turned to face Brian, pulling him to lay against his chest, between his legs. Brian rubbed his chest absentmindedly. "Waking up this morning, seeing you dance around the kitchen at three a.m, I couldn't help but smile and feel like the luckiest man alive. Because I saw my whole world, right in front of me, dancing around without a care and making me fall all over again." Brock confessed. Brian glanced up with teary eyes. He brought their lips together, holding on to the passionate kiss as Brock moved both of their naked bodies between the sheets.

"Nghh-fuck.." Brian choked out as Brock entered him raw. Fingers rubbing his hips, and soft kisses on his neck eased the burn of the throbbing cock stretching his walls.

"I love you, I love you." Were the words mumbled over and over that Brian heard between his own screams of pleasure and Brock's grunts and groans. The bed rocked with Brock's slow thrusts. Their bare chests rubbed together, creating an undeniable friction. Brian tightened his legs around Brock's waist, his arms around his neck. Brock kissed away any of Brian's joyful tears that hadn't already mixed with sweat. Brian felt hot, Brock felt hot. The entire room was steamy and filled with a thick heat. The headboard hit the wall, the sounds of thumps in a steady rhythm.

"I-I love you." Brian moaned, connecting their lips and massaging Brock's tongue with his own. Eventually, Brian could no longer make a sound. The pleasure tensing his muscles and taking his voice. Brock breathed heavily in his ear, his arms shaky as he held himself up ever so slightly. He used one hand to grasp Brian's neglected cock, stroking him in time with his steady, passionate thrusts. "B-brockkkk-ngguh.." Brian cried out in his hoarse voice, spilling out on their chests as his back arched. He felt his own walls tighten around Brock's dick until his husband's warm seed filled him up, eventually seeping out.

"F-fu-fuck." Brock stuttered out, riding out their highs before collapsing beside Brian. Weakly, Brian rolled himself into Brock's chest as they both laid on their sides, facing each other. Brock wrapped his arms around Brian's waist, and Brian buried his face in Brock's neck. Brian let out a sudden sigh, and Brock frowned. "What is it baby?"

"We forgot the cookies."