Brad then had another thought, one that involved the éclairsin the bedroom.He eyed Lionel and decided if they were getting naked, then Lionel needed to know Brad liked to be adventurous when it came to sex. He fluttered his eyelashes at the blushing man opposite him. “Unless you want me wearing the dessert?”
The loud gulp accompanied Lionel jumping up and grabbing the box, reaching for Brad’s hand to pull him up too.That’ll be a yes then! Bring it.
Brad, about to walk with Lionel, found himself scooped off the floor in a one-arm hold. “Hook your legs around my waist.”
Breathless and a little giddy, Brad did as Lionel bade, sliding an arm around his neck, his fingers playing with the mane of hair that was silky soft and smelled of peach. The éclair box got thrust forward like Lionel was making sure it didn’t get squished as he took off for the stairs in long strides. The movement had Brad rocking against a wall of muscle that brought his attention back to what had not waned during the conversation, his excited cock.
Light from the hallway cast a shadowy glow into the room as Lionel laid Brad on the bed, and he sank into the glorious plump mattress. Lionel flicked on the bedside lamp, adding a warm glow to the soft gray walls. He placed the box next to the lamp, peeling off his T-shirt to reveal a golden mane of chest hair that gave Brad a boost like an electrical current running through him. He leaned back on his elbows, giving a teasing smile, doing his best sexy pose, watching Lionel slip his large hands into the waistband of his sweats and push them down.
His gaze followed the move, and he lost the ability to make his throat work at the monster cock pointing skyward when Lionel stood back up naked and fully aroused.
Brad licked his lips imagining them being spread wide by all that juiciness. His ass was maybe a little undecided about the fit. But Brad had always loved a challenge.
Lionel blushed under his gaze, his hands fidgeting at his sides as if he was contemplating covering himself. That would not do. Brad came forward and moved to raise up on his knees, shucking off the T-shirt. He might be small in stature, however, there was a part of him waving at Lionel to show they had nothing to be ashamed of in that department.
He didn’t think twice and leaned over to grab an éclair. Holding Lionel’s gaze, he took the chocolate gooeyness andrubbed it down his body like a loofah. He giggled at the sticky feel and then gave a squeeze to make the cream ooze out. By the time it reached his cock, he was covered in a sticky mess. “I think lots of cream is good, right?” He gave Lionel a sexy grin as he smeared what remained of the chocolate and cream down his hard length, shivering at the naughty feeling combined with Lionel’s hot stare. “Shall we see if is as tasty as the vanilla kind?” Brad took a bite of the squishy mess, moaning at the burst of sweetness, then offered it to Lionel.
Lionel blinked so slowly, it defied the move that followed, with Brad bouncing back on the mattress laughing breathlessly as Lionel crowded over him, ignoring the squashed éclair in Brad’s hand. “I like vanilla, but I’ve a feeling not as much as I’m going to enjoy this new tasty mix.”
Brad didn’t get a chance to reply and could only gasp as Lionel leaned forward and licked a path to one nipple. His teeth skimmed the tip before his tongue lapped at the budding flesh. He blew on it, and they groaned together when it tightened to a stiff peak. Brad pushed his chest closer to the hot mouth, and Lionel didn’t make him wait as he feasted on the bud, sucking and licking off the gooey stickiness.
“So fucking good,” Lionel growled, switching to the other side, his cheeks smeared with chocolate.
Brad could only clutch at the remnants in his hand and mutter incoherently as Lionel did a thorough job of licking his chest and stomach clean. He kept his weight off Brad, and the long arms meant that Lionel’s body could angle far enough away that Brad couldn’t get his cock to touch Lionel. His lion, it seemed, was a bit of a tease too. Not that Brad was complaining, how could he as a hot mouth trailed wildfires of desire in its wake?
By the time Lionel had spread Brad’s legs wide enough to get between them to lick his cock, Brad didn’t know what day of the week it was and couldn’t for sure say what month or year either.He was delirious with need. One touch to his cock and he would fire off quicker than a rocket.
Hot breath ghosted his quivering flesh, and without thought, Brad rammed both hands into Lionel’s hair to drag him closer, a millisecond too late to remember one was holding a squishy sticky mess.
His mate laughed before Brad’s cock was engulfed in a hot, wet heavenly mouth that sucked hard enough to rip the cum from Brad’s balls. He arched off the bed, his hands clutching Lionel’s hair to stop himself from flying apart as he felt teeth pierce skin. His scream was silent as he shuddered and shook violently; the only awareness was that of Lionel’s moans and the scent of his cum warming the air surrounding them as Lionel swallowed Brad’s cum and blood. Each swallow bonded them together for eternity. While that thought clung to Brad’s soul, it prolonged his release until he wasn’t sure his balls would ever function properly again. They throbbed with the need to give Lionel everything inside him.
Unsure how long passed before Lionel finally let his cock slip free, Brad was so limp he wondered if his bones had melted into goo, and he panted much like his poodle side did in the heat.
The mattress shifted, and Lionel lay next to him. Brad used what little energy he had left to glance sideways, and laughter burst out of him. “Oh, gods… I’m-m s-sorry,” he spluttered at the sight of the mushed éclair in Lionel’s mane, reaching with a shaky hand to dislodge some of the mess but only making it worse. It kind of went with the chocolate-smeared cheeks.
Lionel squinted up before he reached up to pat his hair. His laughter joined Brad’s as he rolled toward the bedside cabinet that held the box. “I think it’s only fair to return the favor.” His grin sent a spike of lust straight to Brad’s cock, which took that as a signal to rise once more to the occasion.
“Is that so?” he asked, failing to keep hold of his giggles when Lionel took the éclair and followed what Brad had done.
“Yep.”
Brad eyed the blue cover on the bed and winced at the streaks of brown. “We’re gonna make more of a mess.” He felt the need to point out.
“So? We’re already a sticky mess, and I feel it’s only right you get to eat my éclair.”
As Lionel was holding his stiff cock, Brad considered that was the ‘éclair’ he was talking about. “I do like a big éclair,” he chortled and rolled on top of Lionel, smearing more mess, barely giving Lionel time to move his hand out of the way.
Brad used the same vigor from earlier when he’d kissed Lionel before dinner. He ate him in big hungry bites, his teeth marking the hairy chest as he nipped and rubbed the sticky hair over his cheeks, lips, and nose, inhaling the combined scent of cum, chocolate, and his mate. Following what Lionel had done to him was harder as he was so much wider, so Brad wiggled and teased his way down Lionel’s body, uncaring that he was smearing more mess over his body.
By the time he was straddling Lionel’s thick thighs, his lion was making delicious mewling sounds in between begging for Brad to bite him properly. Seeing as Lionel had left teeth marks on his cock, Brad felt it was only fair to repay the favor.
He wiggled backward, his eyes on the target, his mouth already expecting the stretch, he came face-to-face with what was more a python than a dick. “Hold on, big guy,” he murmured right as he sucked the large mushroom head between his lips. His mate’s flavor was more prominent than the chocolate and cream, but they added to the appeal as Brad opened his throat to suck Lionel deeper. His teeth grazed the thick hardness, which still had over two handfuls outside of Brad’s mouth. He took hold of the root and placed his other fist above it so as not toimpale himself. There was no way he wanted his throat to spasm and to have to call paramedics to get him off…
Most definitely not.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Lionel’s shouts grew louder, then his hands fisted in Brad’s curls, and he slobbered, sucked, and then bit true.
He’d flown earlier when he’d cum, but this was wholly different. His ears buzzed loud enough to block out all noise, much like when he used a pneumatic drill. The vibrations traveled from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes as he swallowed the ribbons of cum firing faster than he could swallow. It mixed with the blood, and they ran down his chin.
