Pouring one out for Afghanistan and Anguilla and Antigua and Aoteoroa and Barbuda and Australia and the Bahamas and Bahrain and Bangladesh and Barbados and Belize and Bermuda and Botswana and Brazil and Brunei and Canada and the Cayman Islands and Cornwall and Cyprus and Dominica and Egypt and the Islas Malvinas and Fiji and Gambia and Georgia (the country) and Ghana and Gibraltar and Grenada and Guyana and Hong Kong and India and Iraq and Ireland and Jamaica and Jordan and Kenya and Kiribati and Kuwait and Lesotho and Malawi and Malaysia and Maldives and Malta and Mauritius and Montserrat and Myanmar and Nauru and Nigeria and Pakistan and Palestine and the Pitcairn Islands and Qatar and St Lucia and Saint Kitts and Nevis and Saint Helena and Ascension and Tristan da Cunha and St Vincent and Grenadina and Scotland and Seychelles and Sierra Leone and Singapore and the Solomon islands and Somaliland and South Africa and Sri Lanka and Sudan and Swaziland and Tanzania and Tonga and Trinidad and Tobago and Turks and Caicos and Tuvalu and Uganda and United Arab Emirates and United States and Vanuatu and Wales and Yemen and Zambia and Zimbabwe tonight
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“I admit defeat, baby. This is even better than I could imagine. You forever can brag about your cooking just please cook for me.”
“Already trying to make me a housewife, Kinard? What about putting the ring on my finger first, m?”
Buck raises his eyebrow playfully, loving the way Tommy blushes, but then finds his confidence again. The wicked smirk appears on his stupidly handsome face and Buck knows the next phrase will make him blush so hard he could easily hide near the fire truck.
“I’m sure you will look stunning with a ring and apron on you, sweetheart. Especially if it will be the only things on you,” Tommy winks and sips his wine, checking Buck’s body with his so much hunger in them as Buck is a five course meal and Tommy was hungry for weeks.
Biting his lip, Buck takes a deep breath to stop himself from getting hard just from some sexy comments and his boyfriend ogling his body.
“You better then buy me an apron soon to test the theory of how good i can look in it.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe” Buck sips his wine. “But if you would buy me the apron I’d like then,” Buck gets close to Tommy’s face almost whispering into his lips, “I’ll let you fuck me near the kitchen counter only wearing it."