Arthit and Kong both were busy in the kitchen, making a Birthday cake.

Kong splashed a measuring cup full of cream into a bowl and began stirring vigorously.

Arthit’s train of thought nearly derailed as he watched the tendons and muscles of Kong’s forearm flex with his efforts. He considered suggesting an electric mixer to make the job a little easier, but quickly thought better of it.

"There is no way we are doing it right"

Kong mumbled

"What do you mean there’s no way ??"

Arthit asked, drawing his focus back to the task in hand

"Of course there is"

Kong turned back to him, furrowing his brow but not bothering to look up from his bowl of not-quite-whipped cream.

"Shouldn’t this be getting thicker ??"

Kong asked

Arthit slid down quickly, He had been perched on the countertop and took a step toward Kong, peering into the mixing bowl. He let the back of his fingers graze Kong’s wrist, delighting in the faint tingle that passed between them. Shrugging, Arthit smiled mischievously.

"Maybe you just need to beat it harder"

Kong scowled at him as he continued to stir rigorously.

"What ??"

Arthit asked, feigning innocence.

"That doesn’t just apply to one thing, you know"

"Right, but I know which one of those things you have on your mind. Come on, help me finish this"

Kong leaned forward, briefly pressing his lips to Arthit’s neck. He grabbed a small tub of some odd cheese ingredient, and Arthit frowned, wondering how that could possibly go well with whipping cream. Nevertheless, Kong added it to his bowl and continued to mix.

Arthit couldn’t even quite remember since when they were trying to bake a Cake. All he knew was that the liqueur he was supposed to be painting onto the spongy cakes lining the dish was best consumed in large gulps while Kong had his back turned.

Arthit slopped a bit more of the liquor into the dish, pastry brush in hand

"Look, all I wanted to do, is just bake a Chocolate Cake for my sweet little Best friend, on her birthday"

Arthit was oddly proud, and slightly shocked, at how level.... he managed to keep his tone despite the copious amounts of coffee flavoured liqueur he had consumed.

"That's what I am trying to do here....for the last hour or so.... Trying to bake a special Chocolate cake for your 'Sweetie' "

"Are you jealous...??"

"Oh..No.... How could I be ??"

Kong replied with a horrified expressions

Arthit saw Kong’s shoulders rise and fall as if he actually was laughing, but when he spoke, his voice was just as even as Arthit’s, if not more so.

"Mmm…I don’t think We are following the right recipe 'Oon"

Arthit took another giant gulp of the liqueur, recapping the bottle and quietly sliding it to the side. He jumped back up onto the counter, swinging his feet and enjoying the foggy haze of drunkenness.

"Why do you think that??"

Kong continued as he grabbed another ingredient to add to his mixture

"You are asking me that.... ?? After discarding three spoiled cakes in the dustbin back to back !!"

"It's three already..."

Kong nodded

"And this is the last batch, we are out of ingredients now..... So please concentrate here....'

Kong lifted the spoon out of his bowl, checking the consistency of his creation.

"I think it’s good to go, I hope it will come out nicely this time"

He said, stepping over to the glass dish beside Arthit and setting his bowl down.

"Did you brush the mould with the liqueur ??"

Kong peered down into the dish before casting an accusatory glance at Arthit who simply offered a half smile and quirked eyebrow.

"You drank it, didn’t you ??"

Kong accused

"Not all of it....."

Arthit licked the end of his pastry brush

"Did you really just do that ??"

Kong asked as he poured the mixture into the dish

"I did, and I’ll do it again, wanna see?"

"We are supposed to be baking this for your best friend, for her birthday, and you have got your drunk ass on the counter licking the pastry brush ?? Seriously ??"

Arthit shrugged.

"As you said she is my bestie.... That's not the big deal for us ?? She wouldn’t mind"

"I am not even going to try and explain this to you right now. Just help me layer this, please"

"Mmm…I don’t know. All these yummy smell of baking cake's and that small amount of liquor is kind of getting to me"

Arthit tugged Kong toward him, hooking one leg around his waist to hold him closer. He pressed the liqueur-soaked pastry brush to his husband's chin, tipping his face upward.

Kong gently slid the brush out of Arthit’s hand, casually tossing it into the sink beside them as their lips met in a slow, sweet kiss.

"I think I could get drunk off your breaths alone"

Kong said as he rested his forehead against Arthit’s.

"Probably. And, while that does sound almost as fun as baking the cake with you, I have a much better idea of what we should be doing right now"

Arthit said with a smile before brushing his lips against Kong’s again.

Kong groaned and pulled away.

"Come on. We are almost finished, then I am all yours"

"And then I can 'have' you up against the counter ??"

There was a moment of silence in which Kong stared at Arthit in what seemed to be mild shock

"I cannot believe you said that with a straight face"

He said finally, before giving in to his laughter.

Kong moved from his spot between Arthit’s legs and finished pouring the mixture into the dish. Together, they added more of the sponge cakes, which Kong, with a new brush, coated with the liqueur. After what seemed to Arthit like hours of torturous kitchen work, finally their project was complete. Kong placed the cake in the fridge, smiling proudly as he turned back toward Arthit.

"Help me clean all this up ??"

Kong asked

In an instant, Arthit was off the counter and pressing the full length of his body against Kong's, as he pushed him back against the fridge. Their mouths met in a hard, deep kiss. Arthit’s hands pushed up the hem of Kong’s shirt, fingertips gently trailing up his sides.

Kong twisted his fingers into Arthit’s hair, pulling him even closer as he shifted his hips. Kong could feel how hard he was already. Arthit pushed kong around, walking him back toward the center island while his fingers worked to unbutton Kong's pants.

"I believe you promised me a Counter Top Hot Session"

Arthit said between kisses.

Kong smiled against his lips as he unfastened the buttons of Arthit's shirt and pulled it off of him.

Arthit's lips were soft against Kong's, gentle yet demanding, warm and welcoming. Arthit slid his tongue against Kong’s as he pressed one hand to the bulge in his husband’s pants, the other gripping the counter edge for stability.

The liqueur had worked its way heavily into his system and, like the teenager he hadn’t been in years, Arthit found himself seventy percent wildly horny and thirty percent dizzy-drunk. Or, perhaps it was eighty-twenty. Either way, he didn’t feel that his legs would hold him much longer.

"Off...."

Arthit demanded, tugging at the waist of Kong’s jeans and leaning back against the counter. His own were already resting low on his hips and, thankfully, it took very little effort or coordination to kick them off. Pulling his shirt up over his head was a different story entirely. He somehow managed to get one arm stuck in an awkward position, and the collar in his mouth. Kong laughed, his hands lightly grazing Arthit’s stomach as he moved them teasingly up to the twisted t-shirt. To no real objection, he took advantage of Arthit’s vulnerable position, sucking his exposed bottom lip and pushing his fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Off..."

Kong echoed as he helped to pull the shirt off of Arthit and toss it aside.

Arthit smiled, suppressing a laugh at the realization that they were both standing entirely naked in their kitchen, of all places, and only one could use impaired sobriety as an excuse. it occurred to him that, even though they had been together for eight years, Kong didn’t need alcohol to find Arthit as irresistible as he had when they were teen lovers. Not that Arthit needed it either.

Arthit brought his hands up to cup Kong’s face, dragging his thumbs along his jaw before leaning in to kiss him again. Kong’s hands gripped the edge of the countertop on either side of Arthit, pinning him in place with the full length of his body as he began kissing and sucking on Arthit’s neck.

With some effort, Arthit helped Kong up onto the countertop, trailing hot, moist kisses down his chest. Kong combed his fingers through his husband's deliciously disheveled hair eliciting a soft groan from him. With a gentle tug, Arthit coaxed Kong into lifting his head. Their mouths met again in a hot, needy kiss. Kong grazed Arthit’s bottom lip with his teeth as he slowly pulled away, scooting himself further back on the countertop. Lifting one foot to rest on the edge of the counter, kong leaned back on his elbows. Arthit wasted no time in joining him, his knee knocking the fruit basket to the ground, sending apples and oranges rolling in every direction.

"Don’t you dare"

Arthit said when he saw a familiar expression flit across Kong’s face. Psychotic tidiness, he would just have to leave the mess for later. Arthit slid his hand around the back of Kong’s neck, pulling him up for another distracting kiss.

Arthit leaned down over Kong, his hands gripping the opposite edge of the countertop as he stretched and slid his body against him. The length of his hardness was pushed against Kong’s, causing a jolt of pleasure to wash through him.

Arthit’s breath was hot against Kong’s lips as he slowly fist him, Arthit’s hand wrapped around Kong’s length, stroking in slow movements. Arthit kissed him once more before sitting up. Kong took a moment to admire Arthit’s body, pale and muscular, he was hard and straining and deliciously flushed. Arthit watched through lust-filled eyes as Kong’s gaze darted around the room, searching for something

"Told you, a sex drawer in the kitchen would have been a practical idea"

Arthit joked, knowing what it was Kong was looking for

Then, Arthit quirked an eyebrow, a small, sexy smile spreading across his lips.

"We could use the liqueur"

Even in his drunken, smartass haze, Kong wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. It didn’t sound appealing at all. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.

After just a moment of silent contemplation, Arthit got down off of the counter, directing Kong to stay put. He left the kitchen, but came back right away with exactly what he needed. Arthit climbed back into place, his already-slick hand stroking his own length as he gazed down at Kong. His eyes were dark and gorgeous, full of desire that never seemed to wane over the years.

Kong couldn’t deny that he loved to watch Arthit’s face while they were having sex, he also loved to feel him as deep inside as he could possibly get him. Arthit rolled him to his knees, clumsily knocking a carton of eggs to the floor and cringing at the thought of how Kong’s face must look as he heard them crack and splatter.

Nothing but silence filled the air around them......

For a moment, Kong thought that Arthit had moved away to go clean the mess, but then Arthit’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him into position.

Kong exhaled a ragged breath when he felt Arthit, ready for him, and with one smooth thrust, he was pushed fully inside. Arthit groaned at the sensation, leaning forward to rest his head on Kong’s back as they both took a moment to adjust. Kong lifted himself up off his forearms and began to push back against his husband. Their movements were smooth yet hard, and due to years of practice and acclimating to one another, perfectly in sync.

Arthit wrapped one arm around Kong's waist, holding him as close as possible as he continued to drive into him. An empty metal mixing bowl clattered to the floor, but still Arthit’s movements didn’t falter. Kong felt the warm, wet heat of Arthit’s tongue dragging up his back before kissing his shoulder. Kong’s knuckles were white with the force of gripping the edge of the countertop as he continued to push back against Arthit.

Another hot, open-mouthed kiss to the shoulder, and Arthit sat up, cool air caressing the skin of Kong’s back in the absence of Arthit's body heat. Arthit made a round motion with his hips that caused him to drag along every sensitive nerve inside of Kong and, in turn, ripping an uninhibited cry of pleasure from him. When Kong felt Arthit’s long fingers wrap around his length, Kong knew it wouldn’t take much more. Arthit continued to pound into him, hard and fast while stroking him, until Kong felt him pulsing deep within, feral groans of pleasure overtaking the sounds of skin slapping together. Instantly, Kong’s own orgasm was rushing through him at a blinding rate, cum shooting from him onto the cool marble countertop.

That mess..... at least, Arthit was sure Kong would allow himself a smile over, at least for a moment.

Arthit pulled out of Kong and slid down off the countertop, and watched Kong as he examined the destruction they’d caused.

"Shit"

His brows were drawn down, and Arthit couldn’t help but laugh.

"Come on...."

He said as he helped Kong down off the counter

"Bed time. This can wait"

The look of panic on Kong’s face was humorous

"This can wait ?? You must be joking. Arthit, there is cum on the counter. That actually goes to the very top of the list of shit, that can’t wait"

Arthit sighed, reaching into a drawer for a cleaning cloth and quickly wiping the mess from the counter

"I swear to you my dear husband, this will all be clean up, before you even wake up in the morning"

Arthit said, sidestepping a mess of broken eggs as he tugged Kong along behind him.

"As if you can even wake up before me ??"

Arthit heard Kong mumble as they made their way to the bedroom.

" My Sweetie will be happy with the cake.... I am sure about that"

Arthit said and smiled at Kong, who tried to glare at his husband but couldn't stay mad at him when he is giving him, his best dimpled smile....

"Yeah....I hope so..."

"Happy Birthday Sweetie...."

Arthit sang in a playful voice, tugging Kong towards the bed.

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A/N: This one shot is for my Sweetie ❤️ Today is her birthday and I want to wish her all the happiness of life
__Anonymous__173 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE 😘😘
STAY BLESSED ALWAYS 💖💖