Like most kitchen sex, it wasn't planned at all. In fact it had started off with an accident...

Ewan had stepped out of the shower that morning and decided not to get dressed quite yet, preferring to let himself air dry while he ate breakfast. No sense in risking getting porridge on the suit he had to wear for today's interview and photoshoot.

While his oatmeal was cooking, he'd poured himself a glass of milk to drink, since someone had finished the last of the tea and not replaced it yet. It could have been Ewan of course, since Eric didn't actually drink tea, but that was irrelevant.

He drank his milk, stirring the oatmeal while it cooked down to the right consistency. Bloody milk wasn't doing anything to wake him up, he grumbled to himself as he looked out the window. Squirrels in a nearby tree took up most of his focus as he let his still-sleepy mind wander.

Needless to say, the warm hand on his naked bum scared the shit out of him.

"Fuck!" Ewan jumped a good six inches off the floor and the oatmeal spoon skittered across the counter. Worse, his glass (luckily plastic) went flying, covering him, the stove, the cupboards, and the floor with milk.

Mostly him.

Cold milk, too.

He turned around, glaring at his lover for sneaking up on him. Eric was such a buggeringly cheerful person in the morning. Then Ewan remembered that Eric almost always had cereal and his glare turned into a frighteningly evil grin.

"That was the last of the milk," he said smugly.

Eric made a grouchy face. "God damnit Ewan." He took a moment to consider the white droplets streaming down Ewan's body. "I guess I'll just have to lick it off of you, then."

There was surprisingly little protest to that plan. Eric's tongue was diligent and thorough, catching every drop, every trace of milk on Ewan's body. And he was hardly going to complain about being licked clean.

The milk had in fact splashed his cock, which was a happy accident as far as Ewan was concerned. At least, happy now that it was Eric's warm mouth on his bits rather than the initial chilling shock of the spill. Even better, Eric kept going and gave his bollocks a thorough bath as well, before going back to his now-very-happy-indeed prick.

When Eric stopped sucking him and started nudging Ewan's hips to turn around, he considered protesting for a moment, but then let himself be turned and positioned, bent over the counter. He was glad he'd gone along with it when Eric stayed kneeling and promptly spread Ewan's cheeks to start lapping. His tongue swirled and teased and finally wiggled inside, accompanied by a chorus of Ewan's panting gasps and groans.

Eventually Ewan's knees buckled. "Umhm. Eric," he managed to say.

The tongue in his arse paused.

"I don't think any milk got back there, mate."

Eric made a snorting noise. "Do you want me stop?"

Good point, Ewan thought. Why ruin a good thing with irrelevant facts? Luckily Eric seemed to be of the same mind, as his mouth had reapplied itself to its former task.

"Nooooo..." Ewan moaned in answer.

In a haze of arousal where all Ewan could think was morepleasefuckmore, Eric prepped him with buttery fingers, probing and stretching and fucking tormenting Ewan's prostate until he was a gibbering pleading mess of a man. When Eric stood and slid his prick into Ewan, there was nothing teasing about it. It was raw and deep and Ewan had never been so eager to get fucked over a kitchen counter in his whole life.

The fucking was hard hot and passionate and every slide out had Ewan aching for more, while every thrust forward was a shock at how magnificently full Eric's cock filled him. Fast, also - it seemed like barely minutes before Eric's generous hand encircled Ewan's cock and started jerking him to a quick rhythm.

The end rushed up on them too soon and in moments Ewan was climaxing, overwhelmed with stimuli and dazed from the urgency of it. Creamy ribbons of spunk covered his stomach, the cupboards, and Eric's hand. A few deep thrusts later and Eric came too, with a guttural grunt and small uncontrollable jerks of his hips.

Eric collapsed forward onto Ewan's back, breathing hard as he released Ewan's spent prick. Ewan twisted his neck back for a quick kiss as they took a moment to enjoy the afterglow.

Withdrawing, Eric brought his sticky fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. "I do like a bit of milk in the morning," he grinned.

Ewan smacked him with the oatmeal spoon.

~end~