"I'm home!" Mikey announced with enthusiasm, hanging up his coat on the rack beside the door.
"Pete?" He called out, smoothing his hair back and walking into the kitchen and finding his husband bent in front of the oven, pulling out a pizza.
"Hey babe," He greeted, placing the hot pan on the top of the stove. "How was work?" Pete asked, sliding off the oven mitts he wore and hanging them on the little rack above the stove.
Mikey slid his hands around Pete's waist, kissing his cheek and pressing his chest against Pete's back. "Pretty good. We finished up writing the album early, so I thought we could celebrate? Then maybe tomorrow we could go out for breakfast?" Mikey asked with an eagerness in his voice, swaying their hips slowly.
"Oh Mikeyway, you do put up a good bargain. I don't think I could let up on that offer." Pete hummed, turning around in his lover's arms and kissing his lips lazily, bringing his hands up into Mikey's hair.
Mikey grinned, nibbling on Pete's bottom lip and sliding his hand down his back, into Pete's back pocket. Mikey squeezed his ass, causing Pete to let out a noise of excitement.
Pete slid his hand down Mikey's face, cupping his jaw, before pulling away with a wince. Mikey quickly pulled away, "What's wrong?"
"Fuck baby, your jawline is so sharp I almost cut myself." Pete said in mock seduction.
"I'm divorcing you."
