...Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat! Not too big, not too small, just the size of Montreal! A Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween to you all!
Viggo was not a fan of butterscotch. He hated the thick, cloying taste, the way it clung to his tongue, coating his throat, setting his teeth on edge. It was invariably oversweet, no matter if it was in chip, sauce, square or swirl form, and Viggo'd had all forms forced on him at one time or another.
And so it took an inhuman effort of will for Viggo to suppress the shudder that threatened to run through him when Sean announced that the only foodstuff suitable for their purposes was the butterscotch ice cream topping he'd found in the back of the fridge. Almost immediately, Viggo felt his mouth filling with saliva, a Pavlovian indication of the retching he was sure was to come.
But there was Sean, bottle in hand, naked as a jaybird (with socks on), expression almost as hopeful as his hard, curving cock, and Viggo knew there was no way he could say no. He'd simply have to buck up and suck it up; rather literally, too.
Yet now that his tongue was chasing rivulets of still-warm butterscotch over the curve of Sean's hip, into the furrow between thigh and cock, Viggo had to admit it had a certain charm, especially when mixed with the dark, heavy musk of Sean; salt to balance out sweet, the slick-smooth slide down his throat a welcome sensation, the lingering flavour full and favourable.
Yes, Viggo thought, swiping his tongue over the head of Sean's cock, savouring the bitter tang underlying the sweet, he could get used to butterscotch, so long as it always came with a hearty helping of Sean.
omg, this was so... (for lack of a better word) delicious! decadent, sweet, yes, cloying and thick *G* delicious sean.
i hope you can forgive me for being a horrible friend and taking so long to reply. i did love it, and you even remembered to leave sean's socks on! *HUGE GRINS*
and then this: expression almost as hopeful as his hard, curving cock... i sure as hell wouldn't have been able to say now, even if it was brussel-spout-and-liver flavoured sauce.
Butterscotch
Viggo was not a fan of butterscotch. He hated the thick, cloying taste, the way it clung to his tongue, coating his throat, setting his teeth on edge. It was invariably oversweet, no matter if it was in chip, sauce, square or swirl form, and Viggo'd had all forms forced on him at one time or another.
And so it took an inhuman effort of will for Viggo to suppress the shudder that threatened to run through him when Sean announced that the only foodstuff suitable for their purposes was the butterscotch ice cream topping he'd found in the back of the fridge. Almost immediately, Viggo felt his mouth filling with saliva, a Pavlovian indication of the retching he was sure was to come.
But there was Sean, bottle in hand, naked as a jaybird (with socks on), expression almost as hopeful as his hard, curving cock, and Viggo knew there was no way he could say no. He'd simply have to buck up and suck it up; rather literally, too.
Yet now that his tongue was chasing rivulets of still-warm butterscotch over the curve of Sean's hip, into the furrow between thigh and cock, Viggo had to admit it had a certain charm, especially when mixed with the dark, heavy musk of Sean; salt to balance out sweet, the slick-smooth slide down his throat a welcome sensation, the lingering flavour full and favourable.
Yes, Viggo thought, swiping his tongue over the head of Sean's cock, savouring the bitter tang underlying the sweet, he could get used to butterscotch, so long as it always came with a hearty helping of Sean.
But next time, it'd be chocolate sauce for sure.
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My mouth is still watering, but whether for Sean or butterscotch I'm not sure!
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expression almost as hopeful as his hard, curving cock
i feel exactly the same about butterscotch. and damn it, i'd probably get over it in that situation, too.
can't tell you how much fun these are!
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i hope you can forgive me for being a horrible friend and taking so long to reply. i did love it, and you even remembered to leave sean's socks on! *HUGE GRINS*
and then this: expression almost as hopeful as his hard, curving cock... i sure as hell wouldn't have been able to say now, even if it was brussel-spout-and-liver flavoured sauce.
*dies all over again*
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