---------Peters POV-------------

The faint sound of chopping and sizzling filled the kitchen. I sat on the counter watching Micky cook, taking small sips of his glass of wine. He was finely chopping an onion, taking quick breaks to stir some mince and bacon frying on the hob, his eyes slightly wet from the fumes. 

Micky had banned me from cooking for us both a while ago. When we first started dating I had tried cooking for him quite a few times, he told me that somehow everything I cooked tasted “brown” whatever that meant. Micky had used to be a junior chef at a local restaurant years ago, and he had never lost the talent, being quite particular about how things should taste.

The oil sizzled as Micky started adding the onions to the pan, frying quickly.

He turned to me, 'Could you peel a couple of carrots for me?” laughing and drinking his wine, “And please chop them finely, like half the size you're thinking is small?' before he turned to his spice rack.

My stomach gave a little twist as a moment of guilt ran through me. He had been out all day and grocery shopping was on my list of chores this week. I had completely forgotten about the carrots 

'Shit,' I apologised quietly, 'sorry I forgot to pick them up. Do you want me to grate some cheese instead?”

His face dropped as he turned back to the hob 'Fuck sake' he muttered absently stirring.

'I'm sorry, but I'm sure it will be great without' I said, walking up and putting a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged it off and went to get the cheese, 'I guess it's going to have to be,' he said sulkily opening the fridge. He grated silently fuming.

The silence stood between us for a few minutes before he broke it. 'Its just I texted you a whole list. I asked you to pick up carrots, and you said you would'

Part of me wanted to bring up the long list of household work Micky was scheduled to do but had always 'forgotten' about. I bit my tongue instead. I knew Micky, I’d been with him for two years. He wasn't really annoyed about this. Well maybe a little, but he had just spent the afternoon with family and that always made him tetchy. Part of me thought to point that out, but I didn't want to spend the rest of the night on the sofa alone.

I walked behind him and hugged him. He tried to shrug out but I held him there.

'Im sorry,' I apologised again, 'I fucked up. You asked for carrots, and I should have made sure to get some'

He fidgeted for a few moments more, before stilling in my embrace. He sighed, 'Sorry, sorry. I'm just in a bad mood. It's okay, it's not a big deal'

I kissed him on the neck, 'love you' I whispered to him. He turned to me and kissed me, 'love you to. Sorry I'm such a bitch'

I shook my head, 'Nah, carrots are important' I said smiling at him.

He finally managed to break away laughing, 'Yeah, yeah I get it, I get it.' turning back to the hob, 'Well get the milk out of the fridge and I'll make the roux'

“Balls,” I thought, “Shit. Fuck.”  I moved to hold him once again, pressing up against him, grinding against him and turning off the hob.

'I think you've been working hard, you deserve to go out for dinner. I can see you’re stressed lets just go out' I crooked into his ear, kissing it slightly

'You forgot the milk didn't you?' he sighed, but a slight giggle in his voice. Silently I cheered. I was in the clear.

I kissed his neck. 'Can't I just want to take my hot boyfriend out for the night'

Micky spun to face me, kissing me. 'Maybe' he said coyly, 'but maybe I just fancy a night in'

His kissing became deeper, as his hands started to move down the back of my trousers, his thumb hooking around my belt.

I lifted him, as he wrapped his legs around me, his arms crisscrossed behind my neck. He was quite a bit smaller than me, so he felt light. His face was lit up, he loved it when I carried him.

I took him to the kitchen table, setting him on a clear space. I began to fumble with his belt, before he took one of his arms from my neck and helped me, removing his jeans and underwear, letting them slip onto the kitchen floor. I undid my belt letting my trousers fall around my ankles, grabbing my wallet from my pocket. I opened it, pulling a travel sachet of lube out of it.

'I love that you're always ready to fuck me' Micky grinned at me, leaning into me.

'I love that you make me run through them so fast' I replied, kissing him quickly while opening the packet, spreading the cool gel on my fingers 

I reached down and rubbed some on my dick, before letting my fingers enter Micky's eager hole. They went in easily and I smiled at Micky's moan fingering him, curling my fingers inside him. But I knew that when Micky got like this, he got impatient,.

'Put it in,' he pleaded, 'please'

I smiled, lining my eight inches to his hole with a free hand, pressing slowly in. He took the whole thing easily. Micky's own dick twitched as I did that, his body shuddering. He had got used to my dick over the years, so my size wasn’t a problem for him. But god, he always had the same telltale traits, the same reaction when I filled him.

I began to thrust, pulling Micky slightly closer to the table edge to give me a better angle. I knew him, I knew his body. I knew just how impatient he got when he got like this.

'Shit that’s it,' he moaned as I gave him my full length.

I sped up, the kitchen filled with the sound of flesh slapping flesh, and his moans. I had to stay quiet, had to focus, holding back. I knew I could come in seconds in this ass if I wanted to. But I wouldn’t cum till he did.

Micky began to stroke his dick, grinding his hips in time with my thrusts. His face was screwed up. I'd loved him long enough. I knew all his tells. I knew he was going to come in seconds.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck" he moaned. His dick twitched, and he began spurting all over himself, his cum covering his dress shirt

I took that as my cue, releasing the tension on my body that was stopping my cum already.I started to grunt with my thrusts. And all it took was three. Three quick powerful thrusts in his warm willing hole. I felt my balls tighten. I was pumping my load into Micky, my knees feeling weak..

We stayed there for a few minutes, kissing each other before he slipped me out, getting off the table.

He laughed, 'At least tell me you got the kitchen roll?' looking at the cum staining our table.

I shook my head guiltily.

'What the fuck did you even get shopping Peter?' he laughed putting his arms around me.

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