Jeff raced to the kitchen, still naked.
"Kyle!" he yelled again, just as he rounded the corner and found himself face-to-face with his boxers-clad boyfriend, holding a plate of bacon, eggs, and hash browns.
"Morning hun," Kyle replied, grinning as if nothing were amiss, and handing the plate to Jeff.
"Oh," said Jeff, taken aback. "Uh, thanks." He took the plate and sat down at the table.
"Since you gave me that delicious cake last night," explained Kyle---Jeff's free hand involuntarily traveled to his smooth crotch as he blushed, remembering---"I figured making breakfast was the least I could do."
"'The least'... right!" replied Jeff, sarcastically, stabbing a piece of bacon with his fork. "What did you do to my ass?"
"Well, since we kind of destroyed your cock and it'll take a while to restore, I figure you'd enjoy it in the meantime if I wished you an orgasmic asshole, a little better-positioned for fucking." Kyle grinned lecherously.
"But... pooping is weird!"
"Please!" scoffed Kyle, pretending to be offended. "Not at the breakfast table!"
Jeff had to laugh. He could never stay mad at Kyle for long. And besides, the breakfast was good and he was hungry.
But as they ate, Jeff found himself fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing his legs, subtly wiggling in his chair. Kyle sitting there in just his boxers was so attractive. Jeff's slit was tingling.
Kyle cleared their plates away and turned back to see Jeff sitting uncomfortably, twisting his lip.
"What's wrong, hun?" Kyle asked.
"I... I'm horny," Jeff admitted.
Kyle grinned.