Alfred stumbled into the room tiredly, without his glasses, or to a certain Brit's secret delight, without his shirt.
Arthur was in the kitchen, dressed in Al's shirt as he stirred an unappetizing mix in a pot.
After getting over the fact that his adorable boyfriend was not wearing anything else but his too large shirt and after begging himself not to get a boner, Alfred stumbled to Arthur and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.
Arthur shivered, instantly leaning back into him as Alfred spoke in that, at least to him, sexy morning voice,
"What're you doing, sweetheart?"
"I-I'm cooking, git." Arthur said coldly, with a blush.
"What are you cooking?" Al asked, nuzzling his neck.
"Scones."Arthur answered breathily, slightly turned on by all this.
"Really? Well, I'm sconed."
Arthur was shocked, as Alfred wiggled his eyebrows and grinned in a "get it?" fashion.
Arthur turned around.
"You're a cheesy idiot and I love you for it." Arthur said with a scowl, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.