Coffee and Fruit Snacks 13
Title: Donuts Belong In Sex
Series: Rise of the Guardians
Characters/Pairings: Jack Frost/Pitch Black
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: M
Comments/Warnings: No real explanation for this.
“Oh!” Pitch crowed, noticing the box balanced in Jack’s hands as he shut the door behind him, “Donuts!”
“Yeah, I have no idea who left a Cosmo magazine out at work, but check this,” That was all the warning Pitch got before Jack’s phone was sailing through the air toward him, “I thought we could try it.”
It was an article, or what passed for an article in Cosmo, about an infamous sex tip. It involved donuts and penises and Pitch saw no downside, zero negatives to this idea. “I’m in,” and he didn’t even know whose penis was getting the glazed halo yet.
Jack’s pleased grin said he knew as he tossed the box onto the coffee table and started shedding clothes like bad habits. Pitch suddenly regretted putting on pants and immediately got to work fixing this mistake.
They collapsed on the couch in a pile of eager limbs, a tangled heap of laughter as they playfully wrestled over the right to kiss where and how they wanted, and it was hardly any time at all before both of them were flushed and hard and ready to grab the box of donuts and turn one into a glorious, glazed cock ring.
No surprise, Jack shoved it down on his cock and laid back like he was the hottest shit ever, and if Pitch did not actually think Jack was hot shit, he might have been annoyed. Instead, he took a bite out of the donut.
Jack’s sputtering sounded mildly outraged, but Pitch was taking another bite so he couldn’t be sure, “You’re not supposed to go straight for the donut!”
Pitch looked up, “Says who?” But only briefly because there was more donut to eat.
“Says… Says-” Jack obviously had no clue but Pitch was patient. He had donut to hold him over. “Says sex! Says everything!” And he sounded far too sure of himself for spouting words that had no meaning. “It’s a blow job, not ‘New, creative ways to feed your lover’!”
Pitch only had the inner ring left, and he shamelessly nibbled around Jack’s cock to get it, “I really don’t see why it can’t be both.”
Jack seemed to have lost the ability to speak for the moment, hips lifting off the couch as Pitch licked the last of the glaze away. He regained it shortly after Pitch sat up, grabbing a second donut and shoving it down on his dick anew, “Do over! Try eating the dick a little, this time.”
WIth a wickedly amused smile, Pitch leaned down again, “I didn’t think you were into biting, but if you insist…”
Suddenly Jack was three feet away on the other side of the couch, “Don’t play, Pitch.”
Pitch collapsed on the couch laughing. He had been in no way prepared for the image of a skittish Jack pressed against the arm of the couch with a donut between his legs. No one could have been prepared for that. It was too good.
But Jack had a point, too. The cock deserved some attention and despite the exasperated eyeroll he earned for plucking another donut from the box, Pitch made sure his lover was more distracted than irritated when he put it between his lips and crawled across the cushions to him.
It was Lady and the Tramp, except less romantic and more ridiculous, when Pitch held the donut up for Jack to take. He quirked an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate in playing Pitch’s game, biting into the sugary pastry and holding onto it even after the older man pulled away again, swallowing his bite and settling between Jack’s legs.
“I fail to see how this is my fault when you brought home Krispy Kreme,” He accused, but if Jack meant to respond, it was muffled by fried dough and swallowed up in a moan as Pitch finally delivered on the promise made by a Cosmo magazine sex tip.
Series: Rise of the Guardians
Characters/Pairings: Jack Frost/Pitch Black
Genre: Humor, Romance
Rating: M
Comments/Warnings: No real explanation for this.
“Oh!” Pitch crowed, noticing the box balanced in Jack’s hands as he shut the door behind him, “Donuts!”
“Yeah, I have no idea who left a Cosmo magazine out at work, but check this,” That was all the warning Pitch got before Jack’s phone was sailing through the air toward him, “I thought we could try it.”
It was an article, or what passed for an article in Cosmo, about an infamous sex tip. It involved donuts and penises and Pitch saw no downside, zero negatives to this idea. “I’m in,” and he didn’t even know whose penis was getting the glazed halo yet.
Jack’s pleased grin said he knew as he tossed the box onto the coffee table and started shedding clothes like bad habits. Pitch suddenly regretted putting on pants and immediately got to work fixing this mistake.
They collapsed on the couch in a pile of eager limbs, a tangled heap of laughter as they playfully wrestled over the right to kiss where and how they wanted, and it was hardly any time at all before both of them were flushed and hard and ready to grab the box of donuts and turn one into a glorious, glazed cock ring.
No surprise, Jack shoved it down on his cock and laid back like he was the hottest shit ever, and if Pitch did not actually think Jack was hot shit, he might have been annoyed. Instead, he took a bite out of the donut.
Jack’s sputtering sounded mildly outraged, but Pitch was taking another bite so he couldn’t be sure, “You’re not supposed to go straight for the donut!”
Pitch looked up, “Says who?” But only briefly because there was more donut to eat.
“Says… Says-” Jack obviously had no clue but Pitch was patient. He had donut to hold him over. “Says sex! Says everything!” And he sounded far too sure of himself for spouting words that had no meaning. “It’s a blow job, not ‘New, creative ways to feed your lover’!”
Pitch only had the inner ring left, and he shamelessly nibbled around Jack’s cock to get it, “I really don’t see why it can’t be both.”
Jack seemed to have lost the ability to speak for the moment, hips lifting off the couch as Pitch licked the last of the glaze away. He regained it shortly after Pitch sat up, grabbing a second donut and shoving it down on his dick anew, “Do over! Try eating the dick a little, this time.”
WIth a wickedly amused smile, Pitch leaned down again, “I didn’t think you were into biting, but if you insist…”
Suddenly Jack was three feet away on the other side of the couch, “Don’t play, Pitch.”
Pitch collapsed on the couch laughing. He had been in no way prepared for the image of a skittish Jack pressed against the arm of the couch with a donut between his legs. No one could have been prepared for that. It was too good.
But Jack had a point, too. The cock deserved some attention and despite the exasperated eyeroll he earned for plucking another donut from the box, Pitch made sure his lover was more distracted than irritated when he put it between his lips and crawled across the cushions to him.
It was Lady and the Tramp, except less romantic and more ridiculous, when Pitch held the donut up for Jack to take. He quirked an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate in playing Pitch’s game, biting into the sugary pastry and holding onto it even after the older man pulled away again, swallowing his bite and settling between Jack’s legs.
“I fail to see how this is my fault when you brought home Krispy Kreme,” He accused, but if Jack meant to respond, it was muffled by fried dough and swallowed up in a moan as Pitch finally delivered on the promise made by a Cosmo magazine sex tip.