He opened his mouth and held still, watching Crush expectantly.
What else could Crush do, but admire those stretched pink lips, that soft pink tongue? Crush reached across the table and cupped Killian’s smooth jaw, tipping his head up to examine his adorable bunny teeth. And beyond that, the inviting hollow of his mouth, so reminiscent of his wet pink hole.
It would look perfect splashed with white.
“It’s been a while since anyone opened their mouth for me,” Crush murmured.
Killian’s eyebrows shot up. “You make huge sandwiches for other people, too? I mean, that makes sense. Your sandwiches are probably big all the time. But if people keep showing you how small their mouths are, surely you’d remember to make their sandwiches smaller?”
Gods, this omega.
Crush coughed. “Uh. No. That’s not what I meant.”
Killian frowned—also adorable. “Why else would they open their mouths for you?”
“Kil, you’re a rabbit,” Crush said exasperatedly. And fondly. “Do you only put big carrots in your mouth?”
“Big carr—” Killian’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. “Oh gods! You were talking about bl—”
“Youare thefirstperson to show me his mouth because you can’t fit a sandwich inside,” Crush said dryly.
Killian turned bright red. “I wasn’t... inviting you to put your cock inside!”
“I know.” Good thing Crush wasn’t wearing any underwear; he would’ve had to adjust himself. “Now, do you need help getting that sandwich inside?”
Killian’s eyes grew round. “H-how?”
Crush leaned across the table. Then, because the angle wasn’t quite right, he stood a little, the tent in his pants catching against the table’s edge. Good—the table helped to hold it down.
Crush covered Killian’s hands with his own, squashing the sandwich slightly. “Open your mouth.”
Killian obeyed. Just as Crush fitted the tip of his sandwich inside, Killian’s gaze fell to Crush’s hips. His eyes grew wide. And he moaned. “Didn’t you just...?”
“You make me want you,” Crush murmured.
His gaze still heavy on Crush’s bulge, Killian leaned forward, taking the sandwich into his mouth. His lips closed around Crush’s fingers, soft and wet.
Precum shot down Crush’s leg. “Sweetheart.”
Killian sucked around the sandwich, completely mesmerized by Crush’s cock. Then he yelped and jerked back. “That’s not—not your carrot.”
Crush snorted. “No, it’s not. I was helping you fit your sandwich into your mouth. Remember?”
Killian glanced up at him. And down at the sandwich. Then he groaned, shoulders sagging. “NowI do. Gods, I keep embarrassing myself.”
“Want to eat your sandwich?”
His face red, Killian nodded and carefully wrapped his lips around the toasted bread.
He was still staring at Crush’s hips.
Crush shook the sandwich lightly, waiting until Killian’s attention returned to it. Killian began to chew. Satisfied, Crush sat back down and picked up his own sandwich.
Scarcely had Killian swallowed his bite when he dropped his sandwich on his plate, ducking under the table.
“Kil...?”
“Hansel?” Killian whispered. “Could you watch Naddie for a bit?”
