“Yes, please.”
Goldie grunted as Day stood up and pulled out of him. Day had a damp towel ready to clean him up with, and Goldie was grateful Day at least hadn’t been serious about leaving him dripping. It sounded hot in theory, but dried come pulling on his ball hair was not his idea of a sexy time.
“I’d like to get something for you,” Day said as he swiped one last time between Goldie’s legs, kissing his hips gently. “I want something… to put inside of you.”
“Oh?” Goldie laughed as he sat up. “Like the pickle? You want to get me a dildo?”
“No. I mean yes, but also… something… something to stay.” Day bit his lip. “Something to keep my seed in you.”
“Like a plug,” Goldie said. “You want to get me a butt plug.”
“Yes. If that would do it.”
“Sounds like we need to go shopping.” Goldie got to his feet, stretching his chest and shoulders. He grunted, his arms dropping as he headed out to the kitchen. “There’s all kinds of toys out there we could try.”
“Are there any you like?” Day asked, following behind and taking Goldie’s hand. Even though they were just walking to the kitchen, he clearly enjoyed being close.
“Dildos are fun,” Goldie replied. “Never used plugs much, but I’m down to try it. They got ones that vibrate too.”
“Really?” Day’s eyes widened.
“Yup.” Goldie pulled eggs, bacon, and a tube of biscuits out of the fridge. He went back for milk, but he had to bend down when he dropped the butter.
Day slid a finger into his asshole.
“Whoa, hey!” Goldie grunted in surprise.
“Don’t stop.” Day kept pushing his finger in.
Goldie’s cock twitched, and he gasped as he stood up, Day’s finger thrusting inside of him. He stepped over to the counter, and Day simply moved with him, pressing deeper to find his come. “Ah, f-fuck… baby.”
“Don’t stop,” Day repeated, and it sounded like he was smiling. He kissed Goldie’s shoulder and then rested his forehead there, pumping his fingers in and out slowly. “I love how you feel after I’ve had you. I love knowing it’s my seed here, my come, and that I’ve made you mine.”
“Me too,” Goldie murmured brokenly. He knew he was supposed to be cooking, but it was not easy to concentrate on mixing up eggs while someone was finger fucking his hole like that. He poured too much milk, definitely put in too much pepper, and he nearly spilled the entire bowl when Day pressed in another finger.
It wouldn’t have been such a distraction if he didn’t want to come so terribly. His cock was rock hard, and it kept bumping across the top of the counter because of how tall he was. He nearly knocked the pepper shaker over with his dick swinging by as he tried to hurry up and finish.
“I gotta get a frying pan. A-and a fuckin’... a damn thing for the biscuits.” Goldie was panting.
“I am not stopping you, angel,” Day replied with a chuckle. “Go ahead.”
Goldie groaned, but he bent down to get the dishes he needed. Day thankfully let his fingers slip out, and Goldie was able to get the biscuits on the baking sheet and into the oven. It was when he put the cast iron pan on the stove that Day pressed inside of him.
This time, however, it was with his cock.
“Mmm, baby.” Goldie sagged against the counter, dropping his hips to allow Day to push deeper. He whined when Day didn’t and only continued to give him shallow thrusts. “F-fuck. Comeon, baby.”
“Keep going, angel,” Day teased. “I’m very hungry.”
Goldie groaned in frustration, but he continued, making sure the heat was on for the pan. He stood there and waited for it to get hot enough to drop the bacon in while Day fucked him slow, and he shuddered.
Day kissed and nuzzled Goldie’s back, murmuring, “You feel so good, my angel. I wish I could stay inside of you forever.”
“So do I, baby,” Goldie said. “God, I want you all the time… come on. Fuck me, baby. Please.”
“No.” Day kissed up Goldie’s back. “Not yet.”
It was such a tease to not be entered fully, and Goldie tried to arch back to take on more. He yelped when Day spanked his ass, leaving his cheek stinging and his body clenching around Day’s dick. “F-fuck, baby.”
