Paul spluttered. “But it was funny. Anyone could have done it, and I’d still be trying hard not to wet myself from laughing.”
Adam growled. “You know what? Fuck you.” He flexed his cake-covered hand and leaned forward. “You know whatwouldbe funny, though?”
“What?” Paul let out another hiccup.
Adam raised his hand. “This, in your face.”
A moment of silence. “Yousureyou wanna do that?” Paul’s voice was softer, closer, yet more laughter bubbling just below the surface.
Adam caught the unspoken challenge and grinned.
Play time.
“I’m sure.” He followed the sound of Paul’s voice and with slow deliberation smeared his sticky, cake-coated hand all over Paul’s face.
More silence. Adam tensed, awaiting retaliation.
“Two can play at that game, y’know.”
It was Adam’s turn to chuckle. “You think you’ve got the balls?”
Paul guffawed. “As a matter of fact, I do.” Seconds later Adam had a face full of chocolate dick cake.
He ran his tongue over his lips. “Hmm, nice. Tastes good.”
Paul snickered. “It would taste even better from a fork.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Adam felt along the length of the cake and grabbed its remaining intact testicle. He lifted it to his mouth and took a large bite out of the chocolate sponge. It tasted sinfully rich and wickedly delicious. Adam held out his hand to Paul. “Want some?”
“Don’t mind if I do.” The words were almost a purr.
Adam caught his breath when a hot, wet mouth sucked on his finger, taking him deep.
Fuck. Even better. Foreplay.
He stifled a groan when Paul rolled his tongue around his finger, sucking harder. Another finger was given the same erotic treatment. Adam’s dick began to fill. Paul was really getting into his cleaning routine, a low moan escaping from his lips while he let Adam fuck his mouth with his finger.
God, Adam loved that mouth.
He pulled free, not missing Paul’s mewl of disappointment. “I have something much better than that for you.” With one hand he undid the waistband of his jeans, lowered the zip and freed his stiffening cock. With the other he scooped some of the cream filling onto his finger and transferred it to the head of his dick.
Paul’s breathing hitched. There was the rapid scrape of a chair across the floor, the table shifted andoh my fucking God,Paul was under it, his hot tongue slowly licking off the gooey mess. Adam sagged into the chair, his cock jerking, legs spreading to give Paul room.
“God, your dick tastes good,” Paul groaned before licking it once more, his tongue teasing the slit.
Adam shifted, pushing with his hips, wanting more. Paul’s hot breath on his cock, sticky fingers around his shaft…
Everything ground to a halt when Paul slowly and carefully pulled up the zipper of Adam’s jeans. His dick poked above the waistband, hard and hot.
Adam growled. “Don’t stop now.”
A moment later Paul was out from under the table.
“I’m stopping,” he said, breathlessly, “because I’d rather do this A, without the food element, B, somewhere comfortable where there’s no danger of me banging my head if I get a little… enthusiastic and C, where there’s a supply of condoms and lube ready for when you decide we’re gonna fuck.”
He had a point. Several good points, in fact.
Adam grinned like an idiot again. This was shaping up to be a great birthday.
