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.

"Oh - Don't you worry. I've made plenty of delicious things to satisfy you," Paul said. He picked up the bowl and carefully walked over to the table to serve it to Chris, who leaned back again and watched Paul approach with an expectant smile. The bowl clinked into place on the plate in front of him.

"Hmm. We'll see about that," Chris challenged playfully, examined this first offering critically even while he picked up the soup spoon without looking.

"Wild mushroom soup with basil and bacon crumbles," Paul stated encouragingly. His adorably slight lisp had Chris hungry for more than just dinner but he kept his thirst for Paul's kisses hidden... for now. Paul stared intently as Chris slowly dipped the spoon into the thick, steaming liquid and then brought it up to his large lips, which he slowly licked in preparation of his first taste. Paul twitched.

"Be careful - It's very hot," Paul whispered, torturing himself by drawing out the already awful tension even further. He twisted the hem of his filthy apron in his anxious hands in order to keep them to himself.

"I can handle it," Chris said confidently. Then he abruptly opened his mouth and enveloped the spoon. It slid back out of his thick, slick lips clean and shining silver. Chris sighed softly, his mouth temporarily full of incredible flavor. His swallow was audible and he licked his lips again, clearly enjoying the taste. Paul's eyes drooped as his dick swelled larger beneath his apron.

"Oh yeah. That's fantastic," Chris said thickly, immediately digging his spoon down into the bowl for another mouthful. Paul's heart hammered. He knew he couldn't just stand there by Chris' side all night watching him eat but god it was hard to leave. After observing several more smooth swallows of Chris' stubbled neck, Paul finally took a hold of the empty glass on the table and returned to the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Paul asked as he left. He turned off the burners on the stove and mentally ran through the list of final preparations he had to make while he waited for Chris to answer. He dabbed at his forehead with a towel, hoping that his lusty mental haze would soon dissipate. They had barely even begun the evening's entertainment and he was already a shivering mess!

"What have you got? Y'know what? I don't care... Whatever's good," Chris dismissed between slurps. He was making quick work of the soup before it lost it's heat – gulping it down in earnest now that Paul wasn't close enough to bother to tease anymore. Paul shrugged with his eyebrows and poured Chris some spring water from the refrigerator. There was certainly no need for any alcohol tonight. He returned to the table with the drink to find Chris smacking his lips and scraping the bottom of the bowl.

"That was fuckin' fantastic, Paul. Mmm. What's next?" Chris said, finishing off the final dregs. He licked the spoon clean before placing it into the empty bowl. Paul grinned and winked as he removed the bowl without saying a word.

"Oh, a surprise then, eh?" Chris growled pleasantly. It sounded practically like a purr. Paul retreated quickly, knowing that Chris' eyes were undoubtedly fixated on his ass as he left. Chris sipped his water while he watched Paul quickly prepare his second course, occasionally hissing a gentle curse while he worked. Chris smiled to himself at Paul's overeagerness to please. When Paul returned, he carried a large plate full of herb roasted pork-chops buried in a side of carrots and red potatoes. It looked heavy.

"Oh my god," Chris said flatly as Paul set the hefty meal down in front of him, smiling grimly.

"Eat up, bitch," Paul said softly. He set a hand on Chris' broad shoulder and then rubbed up along the back of his neck, feeling his friend's hackles rising beneath his fingertips. Chris' cheeks were warm and flush. He gulped and then cleared his throat.

"Uh. Wuh -what about you? Aren't you gonna - ?" Chris asked, peering up at Paul with pleading eyes.

"I already ate. This is all for you, Sipsy. Enjoy," Paul said coolly, patting Chris on the back. Chris slowly took up his fork and carefully impaled a carrot. He brought it to his lips like it was a small cigar and pretended to take a puff. Paul melted into giggles. Satisfied that his joke had landed, Chris grabbed the carrot off the fork with his mouth and gave Paul a smack on the ass while he chewed it. Paul yelped and backed off, still laughing. Chris smirked at him as he did in a potato next, his eyelids flickering with pleasure as he consumed it.

"Mmfffuck... I should have you cook for me every day, Paul. So good," Chris slurred, picking up the steak knife and digging it into the nearest pork chop. Paul felt a bead of sweat slide down the edge of his sideburn. His dick was throbbing hard and insistently within the tight confines of his trousers as he watched Chris stuffing his face. Balls to it, as Lewis says. Paul untied and ducked out of his apron. He quickly shut down the kitchen, then poured himself his own glass of water and returned to the table, sitting opposite Chris so he could fully enjoy the show.

"You're such a goddamn pervert, Paul," Chris laughed and mumbled with as much of a smile as he could muster with a mouth full of hot, savory meat. Paul just smiled back numbly and watched with an excited shiver as Chris ingested those big bites that rested in his cheeks with a series of several strong swallows.

"I just like what I like," Paul said silkily, his voice as mild and soothing as always, even when heavily laden with lust.

"Don't I know it! God, Paul. I sure am lucky that you like a greedy ol' bastard like me," Chris said, giving Paul a sidelong glance as he sliced off another sizable chunk of chop. Paul's breath caught when he saw Chris' teeth flash as he bit into it, the sharp jag of his canines clearly visible when he turned his head aside, ripping the meat apart. His jaw flexed powerfully as he chewed. Paul sighed and started to tease himself through his trousers, feeling his swollen cock tingling beneath his fingers.

"You're so sexy," Paul breathed, unable to say anything more well thought out. Watching Chris eating like an animal was causing his higher brain functions to rapidly shut down. Chris stared deeply into Paul's eyes and deliberately swallowed again, his adam's apple dipping and bobbing. Paul's long eyelashes fluttered and he gasped quietly. He could clearly see and hear Chris' throat working as he desirously tucked in the food that Paul had made for him. Chris chuckled and brought another carrot up to his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until Paul gave him a warning glare and a small snarling groan.

"You're not so bad yourself, Paul," Chris said with raised eyebrows, his tone obviously implying that Paul was much more than 'not so bad'. He ate the carrot then took a swig of water.

"Thanks. How are you feeling? Do you think you can finish it?" Paul replied, his voice starting to sound a bit ragged around the edges. He continued to pet his dick gently through his trousers. Chris huffed and took stock of the remaining portion as well as the state of his own arousal.

"Fine. I'm doing fine... I'm not a fuckin' babby, Paul. I can eat a full meal," Chris said, indolently stabbing another potato and wrapping his large lips around it. As he chewed, his stomach gave a low growl. Paul's hand stilled and his pupils dilated further. With a grunt, Chris leaned back and adjusted his hard dick into a more comfortable position in his pants. Then he swallowed slowly. The growling of his stomach soon softened to a purr. Chris brought his hand up from his lap to stroke his belly which had begun to swell noticeably. After a moment he belched softly. Paul quickly brought his free hand to his mouth and bit down on his thumb to muffle his moan. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were blazing as he stared into Chris' contentedly hooded gaze.

"Hmmph... Yeah. It definitely likes your cooking, Paul. Better give it some more if that's what it wants, eh?" Chris observed, leaning forward again and digging back in with renewed gusto.

"Jesus, Chris," Paul hissed, pressing the heel of his hand hard against his cock and trembling with desire as his partner quickly downed about another third of the plate.

"You're in love with a fucking pig, you sonofabitch. I hope you know that," Chris groaned, dropping his fork and grimacing as a wave of nausea suddenly welled up within him. He breathed deeply and whimpered then drank some more water before he dove back in again with focused determination.

"I know, Chris. A- Are you ok? Yuh- You can s-stop... if you need to," Paul stuttered, concerned. Chris only glanced up to give Paul a sharp glare and hummed disapprovingly. He was too busy chewing to speak. His stomach growled insistently again and he swallowed hard. Paul felt wetness clinging to his fingers. He peered down at his tented lap and blushed deeply, then looked back up at Chris.

"I'm leaking through my trousers," Paul confessed, his voice cracking. Chris groaned loudly around his fresh, new mouthful, his dick twitching. His belt was feeling tight. It creaked as he leaned back again to help ease the pressure.

"Hey. Stop touching yourself. Put your hands on the table where I can see them," Chris ordered, thumping on the table with one hand for emphasis.

"Nnnf. Buh- but Chris...!" Paul whined, grinding hard against his palm.

"Do it or I stop right now," Chris insisted, happy either way. With a pained expression, Paul set his hands on the table, chewed on his lower lip and nodded for Chris to go on. He was almost done. Just a few more bites left. Paul dutifully kept his hands above the table the whole time even though Chris took his sweet damn time in slowly finishing it all off. Paul dug his nails into the tablecloth in frustration, trying not to pant.

"Jeeeesus," Chris sighed, once the last bite had slid down his throat, "What a fuckin' meal. God. That was fantastic." He closed his eyes and rubbed his sore, swollen stomach with both hands. He heard the jittery clatter of dishes being removed and the familiar huff and puff of Paul's heavy, agitated breaths and then everything was quiet again until Paul returned and put his warm hands onto Chris' upper arms, urging him out of the hair.

"What? Why? Where are we going? Hnf ~ Oh Geez... Hang on - I don't know if I can even get up, actually..." Chris moaned. Paul helped him stand up with a few extra pounds now weighing him down. Paul carefully guided Chris to his sofa and laid him down on his back. Paul straddled Chris' hips and they both sighed contentedly as they relaxed. Chris stretched out luxuriously beneath Paul, groaning a deep purr of contentment as he felt the weight of his body settle down into the cushions.

"There's my big shot. My fat cat," Paul simpered with a devious smile, playfully pinching Chris, who indignantly batted his hands away from his plumpness. Paul chuckled. Chris certainly did look the part all laid out in those starched and ironed clothes.

"Now I can have my way with you," Paul coyly traced a finger down the seam of Chris' button down shirt, over the swell of his full stomach to the top of his taut black slacks. Chris shrugged.

"Fffuckin'... Fine with me. Do whatever you like, Paul – I'm all yours. Just... hnf... Ohh... Take it easy, eh? Urp ~ I'm really goddamn full down here," Chris groaned, burping again as he spoke. He had a loose hold on Paul's thighs and he languidly stroked his thumbs up and down their interiors. Paul hummed warmly, gently rolling his hips to give them both a little much desired friction. Then he leaned down and kissed Chris deeply. They both moaned into each other's mouths, their lips and tongues moving slow and slick. Paul's beard brushed through Chris' stubble and it sounded like a fire quietly crackling nearby.

Paul sucked hard on Chris' full lower lip and Chris ground his hips a bit harder upward, causing Paul to break the kiss to gasp and moan aloud. He sat back up and heavily dragged his hands down Chris' torso with a covetous moan, his palms rising over the large swell of Chris' gurgling gut on the way down to his belt. The buckle clinked, the button popped, the zipper dragged and then Chris groaned as his stomach pooled down and his enormous cock pushed it's way out of his trousers. Paul licked his lips as he then unbuttoned the tight, straining lower buttons of Chris' shirt.

"How does it feel to be this full? Does it feel good?" Paul asked breathlessly, running his hands covetously over all of Chris' warm, exposed stomach, his fingers combing through his soft, dark hair.

"Fuuuck yeaaah. I mean, I wouldn't wanna do it everyday or anything but goddammit – It sure feels fantastic. Hey - You gonna ride me, Paul? You wanna get on this?" Chris sighed, reaching down and giving his huge, hard dick a few loving strokes. Paul started unbuttoning his own shirt with fumbling hands as he felt his ass flex at the thought. With a whimper, he abruptly stood up. Chris' brows knitted, completely confused by Paul's sudden retreat.

"Maybe I will... But don't you want to have your desert first?" Paul asked with mock innocence. He dropped his shirt on the coffee table and started working on his trousers.

"Shit no. No, I don't - I can't. I can't do that, Paul – No way....Just come back here and let's make some love, eh? Where's the stuff?" Chris whined. Paul didn't answer. Instead, he teasingly slid his moist trousers and underpants down, slowly exposing his beautifully leaking cock, careful to stand just out of Chris' reach as he did so. Chris frustratedly tugged off his tie and threw it toward the table but it missed.

"Desert first, big boy. Then sex. It's an easy one – You can do it. I promise," Paul assured him as he stepped out of his trousers and underclothes. Chris continued his quiet tantrum of throwing off his clothes the whole time while Paul was in the kitchen.

"Where's the fuckin' lube, Paul? No. I don't want any more food, ok? You've already stuffed me enough, you fuckin' bastard... I just wanna stuff you now. Come on," a now nude Chris pleaded as Paul returned. He held a small dish with a flickering candle in it in one hand and a single spoon in the other.

"Oh hush! It's nothing but a tiny little crème brule. You're going to love it. Now sit up and make a wish," Paul demanded. His glittering eyes were as steely as he could make them. Chris looked up at Paul's adorable face with skepticism. Then Chris' hard expression cleared and he smirked.

"Are you gonna sit in my lap?" Chris asked slyly, his voice soft and beckoning. He rubbed his inner thighs provocatively.

"What's left of it, yes," Paul retorted, going heavy on the sass. Chris hissed from the burn and then laughed appreciatively. He hefted himself up and back against the arm of the sofa and looked pensive. Paul lowered the dish so Chris could blow out the candle when he was ready. After a moment, Chris pursed his lips and blew, then smiled broadly and opened his arms wide to welcome Paul into his lap.

"C'mere, ya big babby," Chris said. Paul smiled triumphantly and gladly joined him. He removed the candle from the dessert and sucked it clean, much to Chris' delight. Their dicks nuzzled against each other in the fuzzy and exceptionally hot and snug confines between them, thanks to the extra bulk of the large meal that was now stewing away inside of Chris.

Paul fed Chris spoonful after spoonful of the treat between sweet, sticky kisses, occasionally taking a bite for himself as well. It took them both an eternity and no time at all to polish off the desert as they lost themselves in each other, nuzzling and kissing and whispering sickeningly disgusting words of love to each other. The spoon rattled when Paul eventually set the empty dish down on the coffee table.

"You know what? You're a really fantastic cook, pal. It's gotta be said. Fuckin' fantastic," Chris murmured, licking Paul's lips clean while they continued to embrace. Chris sank down into a slouch, comfortably resting the back of his head on the arm of the sofa.

"Aw... Thanks, buddy. And thank you for eating it all. I know it wasn't easy," Paul said. He affectionately nibbled Chris' lip and soothingly rubbed one softly curved side of Chris' swollen belly.

"Oh sure – Anything for you. You know that. Now seriously, Paul. Where'd you hide the lube, eh? I really wanna get in here," Chris asked as he groped Paul's ass cheeks lustfully. Paul reared up onto his knees and reached behind him before Chris' fingers could dig too deep into his crack and ruin the surprise.

"It's already in there," Paul said softly, carefully extracting the plug that he had been wearing with a breathy sigh of relief. He heard Chris' already heavy breathing intensify. Then, Chris cursed Paul with endless praises under his breath and Paul proudly puffed his chest, overflowing with joy at successfully flustering his boyfriend.

"Happy Birthday, Chris," Paul giggled as he lowered himself onto the head of Chris' huge shaft, letting the body heated lube within him pour out enough for Chris to reach down between their legs and gently coat his cock with the smooth slickness, still swearing and groaning Paul's name as they prepared. Then Chris held his dick steady and Paul sank down further with a hissing sigh, slowly taking him in. About halfway down, Chris let go of himself and hugged Paul close to him, panting and groaning into his ear, "Ohh fuck yeah... You like that?"

"I love it," Paul whispered back. He kissed Chris on the cheek and placed his hands on either side of Chris' head. Then he started to ride him. Chris moaned and clutched the cushions of the couch as Paul began to fuck him. Paul's dick was stroked between their bellies, copiously leaking precum into their hair and smoothing the ride. He stared down in adoration at Chris's expression. His cheeks were red and his mouth seemed to be snarling but eyes were relaxed and flickering in absolute pleasure.

"Handsome bitch. Ohhh, Chris... Would you? Please?" Paul lilted. He shifted his hips slightly and Chris grunted, knowing precisely what Paul wanted. He adjusted his angle, then deliberately thrust upward and Paul gasped, his fingers digging into the arm of the sofa as searingly sweet pleasure wracked his body and stars burst in his vision.

"Yes! Oh god!" Paul cried, curling in closer to Chris who now held his trembling body tightly in place as he stroked alongside his prostate again and again. Paul was gibbering into the crook of his shoulder.

"Easy! Eaaasy ~ Ohhh.... goddammit - You're so fuckin' tight, Paul. Why're you always so tight? I mean, you were just wearing a plug for god's sake! What the hell?" Chris wondered aloud. He tried to get a grip on Paul's waist but his hands slipped over his sweat soaked skin as they moved against each other with increasing fervor. Paul squeaked and gasped incoherently. Chris slowed back down slightly and heard Paul moan, "Ssssobiguhh..."

"What was that? Eh?" Chris cackled, arching an eyebrow. Paul caught his breath enough to husk, "You're so big, boss. I'll never get used to it..."

Chris groaned, awash in a fresh wave of lust. He caught Paul's lips up in a kiss, the sweetness of the crème brule still lingering around the edges of his mouth. He could feel Paul's cock pulsing hard and fast against his stomach and his hips were twitching rapidly. He was really, really close to cumming.

"Ugh. I'm not your boss, you dum-dum. You don't need to call me that when we're not playing games," Chris panted, kissing Paul's wet forehead when he was done with his mouth for now.

"I can call you 'boss' if I want to, Sips. I know it gets you off," Paul whispered wickedly, nuzzling his soft, bearded face back into the crook of Chris' shoulder where he bit down gently and sucked. Chris whimpered helplessly, going all gooey inside. Only Paul could ever this do to him, goddamn him.

When Paul had finished planting his mark, Chris asked quietly, his voice deep and secretive, like someone could possibly be spying on them and he didn't want them to hear, "You want me to cum inside you, Sjin?"

"Yes, please, boss. I wanna be filled up too," Paul whispered breathlessly, wantonly pressing himself further down onto Chris' cock. Chris growled, overwhelmed by a strong sense of power, and started to roll his hips along with Paul's as Paul rode him hard. Their rhythm quickly synced back up and the smack of their bodies colliding together was crisp and loud, as were the sounds of Paul's keening cries and Chris' sharp grunts. Then Paul's legs became jelly, his toes flexed and his entire body shivered.

"Oh! I'm cuh- I -!" Paul squealed, quaking above Chris.

"Fffuck yeah...! Cum for me, Paul - Cum all fuckin' over me! Yeehehehehsss...." Chris groaned, arching his back. He hugged Paul's pulsing dick against his stomach with one hand and milked Paul's orgasm for all it was worth. Paul came hard, crying out and shooting liquid heat all over Chris' torso all the way up to the underside of his chin.

"Hooooly shiiit..." Chris groaned, staring up in starry eyed wonder at Paul's flushed face. His mouth and eyes were wide open in shock and sweat was dripping off of his nose and into his beard. Chris gently resumed his thrusts and Paul shuddered, looking down and gasping as aftershocks pulsed through his sensitive skin.

"You're amazing..." Paul said breathlessly, meeting Chris' hungry eyes now that he had caught his breath.

"I know. It's only 'cause of you though. No one else gets this, Paul. Just you. Only ever just you," Chris panted sincerely, edging around the outskirts of his climax as he pumped into Paul. He saw the happiness bloom outward from within Paul's eyes and spread out to his face, where his mustache curved upward and his plump, rosy cheeks dimpled as he smiled enormously.

"I love you, Chris. I want to celebrate every birthday with you," Paul said. The bright lights in his eyes danced beautifully, vivaciously full of endless possibility. Chris felt his emotions suddenly hit him like a blow to the chest. He really was the luckiest guy in the whole damn world. His eyes prickled with the onset of tears and he fiercely hugged Paul tight to his sticky chest as he felt his orgasm rapidly well up.

"Fuck you, Paul!" Chris gasped. Paul moaned lusciously into his ear, finally pushing Chris over the edge. His orgasm wrecked him. He felt his hips slamming uncontrollably against Paul's resilient ass as he came. Paul's warm wet lips and plush beard were brushing frantically over his face as he kissed and licked away his tears and it tickled. Chris wasn't sure if he was laughing or crying more by the time he had finished but it was probably mostly laughing because Paul was laughing too.

"You're a hot mess," Paul chuckled as Chris quickly wiped his face dry.

"Yeah? Whose fault is that?" Chris said, his voice cracking. Paul just laughed condescendingly while Chris sniffed and pulled himself back together. He stared up at Paul in a daze.

"God. I fuckin' love you too, Paul. Ya bastard," Chris said, his throat raw. Paul grinned and kissed Chris on the tip of his big nose. They chuckled and cuddled for a few moments while they cooled down. Paul idly traced his finger around the border of the love bite that he had left on Chris' shoulder.

"Oh my god. How are we gonna get to the bathtub?" Chris suddenly asked, blinking up at Paul in blank eyed horror. Paul blinked back and Chris instinctually wanted to rip off his fabulous eyelashes for always being so goddamn gorgeous.

"Um. Do you think you could carry me?" Paul asked uncertainly, wincing as he sank down the rest of the way until his ass brushed Chris' pubes. Chris considered it. He was still pretty hard and buried deep inside Paul and the bathroom wasn't all that far away really. He made an interested noise and wrapped his arms around Paul. Paul curled his legs tightly around Chris' waist and Chris made an attempt to get up that didn't get them anywhere. He grunted and tried again, getting them about halfway up, then used the momentum of the fall to bounce all the way up after they landed on the sofa.

"Woah – woah...! Easy! Watch it - !" Paul said, flinching, giggling and hugging Chris tighter as Chris stumbled around the coffee table, trying not to laugh too hard himself as he stepped all over his fancy clothes that were strewn around the floor.

"It's ok – No, no, no! It's ok! We're gonna do it...! We got this! " Chris insisted, staggering down the hall and then finally rolling them through the door frame of the bathroom. He sat down heavily on the edge of the sink and Paul cheered once they were safely over the tile.

"Ayyy!! We did it!!" Chris exclaimed, joining in the celebration and nuzzling Paul's neck, sprinkling it with sloppy kisses. They caught sight of themselves in the mirror and blushed. Chris bared his teeth at Paul in an exhausted grin.

"Wow, you're so strong!" Paul said, smiling back at him. Chris rolled his eyes and snorted, "You're just tiny," then tried to separate himself from Paul but Paul cried out sharply as their chest hair was pulled painfully, glued together by Paul's tacky cum. After a moment of uncertain silence, Paul started laughing hysterically and apologizing.

"Ah shiiit... Look at thiiis... Ya fuckin' velcroed us together," Chris grumbled good naturedly. He reached behind his own ass to turn the tap on the sink and get some warm water into his cupped palm. He rubbed the water between them, slowly prying their hairy torsos apart with each handful of water. Paul felt Chris finally starting to go soft inside of him and he shifted his weight onto his knees on the counter of the sink, ready to lift himself off as soon as he could. The pair hissed as they finally peeled completely apart – feeling cold and messy. Chris helped Paul keep his balance as he stepped down to the ground.

"Ha... Totally worth it, right?" Paul said as he started up the shower so they could get warm and clean. Chris watched Paul testing the temperature of the water with a fond little smile on his face.

"Oh yeah, absolutely! I mean, you know what they say; The bigger the mess, the better... the - uh," Chris said, faltering as Paul took his hand and stepped into the tub with him. Paul immediately began soaping Chris' torso and Chris was absolutely done with talking for the time being.

"Big boys, big bellies, big fun..." Paul said cheekily, fluffing up the suds in Chris' stomach's hair. Chris hummed pleasantly, throughly enjoying the sensation. He reached for the other bar of soap and started to massage Paul's back with his slippery hands. Paul made a soft noise and relaxed under Chris' confident touch, still slowly cleaning his partner's body as well. Chris yawned enormously and then so did Paul.

"Thank you for the fantastic birthday. I think we're maybe gonna fall asleep in here though and drown tonight... so maybe this was my last one," Chris murmured morbidly. His hands slid around to Paul's chest, his thumbs swirling around his sensitive nipples.

"Ohhh. No, no, it's ok – I'm still pretty awake... I'm sure I can get us safely to bed... You'll have lots more birthdays, I bet," Paul said lazily, arching his back and leaning further into Chris' wonderful touch. He was soon caught up in another yawn. The water was really warm and Chris' hands feltso good.

"Oh good. 'Cause I really like birthdays," Chris said, cheering up. Paul pecked him on the lips.

"I really like when you sleep over," Paul said with a grin as he began to wash between Chris' legs. Chris laughed happily at how sappy Paul's intensely precious version of domestic bliss was and started soaping Paul's ass.

"Me too. Just... don't go crazy with breakfast, eh? I don't want to wake up and find myself inside some kind of crazy castle of pancakes or something," Chris sighed, the wicked light in his tired eyes flaring up to make a quick reappearance. The spark of it, though brief, was enough to re-ignite Paul's as well and he smirked gently as he leaned in for a proper kiss.

"Sure thing, boss."

Credit to SageOfSpice on Ao3