Taking my shirt off for him, I lay where he’d been and he had the chance to straddle me now. He took the can of whipped cream and shook it up, squirted it directly into his mouth, and moaned. “So nice,” he said. He was half naked with his onesie falling down around his waistline. He didn’t immediately go for my chest with the cream. He pushed his fingers through the hair and toyed with my nipples. He laid his head and left a little residue from the cream on his mouth. So, he was going to make a mess. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hiked my knees up, forcing his face to mine, so I could kiss his mouth and lick the sticky residue from the space between his lower lip and chin.
It was magic. He was magic. He pulled me right out of the funk that had been plaguing me. The feeling went through me like a thrill of electricity, and I did my best not to wiggle beneath him, giving him plenty of space and room to get back down onto my body with his delicious, delicate tongue and the cold can of whipped cream. He was adamant about making eye contact the entire time, and he was practically resting on my hard cock, which was tenting in my boxers. “Fuck.” My moans were soft, my head dipping back but never enough to stop looking at him.
Against his rubbing, I had to contain myself. I could explode at any second with the way he teased me, and the way he shook that can of cream—I was just as much shakenand on edge.
He pulled my boxers down, and discovered we’d eaten the entire thing of cream off each other’s bodies, with only a sputtering of it left for my cock—becoming sticky and melted the moment it touched me. My cock was much warmer than the rest of me. “We should’ve brought a second can,” he giggled.
“For next time,” I told him. There was definitely going to be a next time, and I would make sure my fridge was stocked with all his favorites—like cream in phallic cans. Maybe the bigger, thicker ones would do better next time. “Keep going.”
His tongue teased my tip, going from beneath and coaxing out the precum. It was leaking out of me, and only a clench of my ass cheeks helped me keep any amount of control over it. He had my cock throbbing, veins visibly pulsating with his touch, however it came, I needed more of it.
The only thing that matched the sweetness of the cream I’d licked from Caspian’s body was the sweetness he applied to me, each touch with his fingertips or tongue sending tingles through me. I would’ve been making a mess in my boxers if he hadn’t removed them to my ankles and lapped at every little droplet coming right out of me. I’d never experienced someone using their tongue in such a way.
“I need to fuck you,” I immediately said, sitting upright. “Ineedto fuck you.”
Cas giggled and nodded obediently, on his kneesbetween my legs. “Yes, Daddy. How do you want me?” He wrapped his arms around himself, pretending to be coy.
“Whichever way means I get to stare into those gorgeous eyes.”
He whimpered, his hands dropping down the sides of his soft body until he was clutching his cock and balls.
“Don’t start playing until I’m feeling you from the inside.”
We were quick to do it, we both knew how this went: him on his back, grabbing teddies in his arms to keep himself occupied; me, with a condom, overly lubed like I was about to start a Slip’n’Slide into Cas’s tight, puckered hole.
Fucking him, fucking his ass, it felt like my cock was being massaged, and in a way it was. With each clenching throb of his cock, he was trying to get me to fill him up like I was the can of whipped cream—but all of it was going to be caught by the condom.
He knew we were christening the bed, he knew this was the first time anyone had fucked on my mattress, and I whispered in his ear as I pressed my body to his, squeezing the tiny teddy between our chest, “I’m glad you’re the first.” Followed by kisses, and a very wet hairy abdomen as he came, and almost instantly, my body hair wiped it away.
Clinging to me, he moaned in my ear. “Come in me.” His wet lips grabbed at my earlobe, his teeth gentle on my skin. “Fill me up, Daddy.”
I wished, I wished, so desperately I wished this was the time to fill him with my cream. And just the thought of it had my entire body tense around him and fill the condom up with warmth. There must’ve been more cum in me than usual—the silky liquid warmth travelled up my shaft, dripping down my balls. I pulled out immediately. “I—” I gasped as he looked at me with fear.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah, yeah, I just—didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” I said. “With getting anything inside you.”
He smiled as the condom was now collecting all the cum in the end. He watched it as I pulled it off and tied the end. My cock was still coated. “I know you don’t have anything,” he whispered.
“I know, but we haven’t spoken about all the safe practice stuff,” I said, wiping my hand on my thigh before stroking his skin. “It was a knee-jerk reaction.”
We laughed about it for a moment. It wasn’t like he was going to become pregnant from me.
“I’ll get tested,” he said. “I don’t have anything.”
“You have one thing,” I said.
His smile dropped with concern. “Wha—”
“The cuteness bug.”
Snort-laughing, he squeezed his knees in around me. “Silly.”
I disposed of the condom in the bathroom trashcan. Glancing at the tub and shower, Iremembered buyingbathroom products for him as well. “You wanna shower?” I called out to him.
His voice was gentle. “Oh, I’ll just—you have any wet wipes?”
I came out of the en-suite bathroom, the orange light behind me casting strange shadows into the purple-lit room. I looked at Cas, his knees up on the bed, hiding himself it seemed. “I have big fluffy towels,” I told him. “Or do you have like a routine with bathing? I’m sorry, again, I feel like I should’ve asked this stuff.” I knew there were protocols, and I was new to it all, so I was rushing—and clearly failing. I sucked hard on my teeth. “I bought strawberry bubble bath, or whatever it is they were selling at the mart, and those water play toys. If—oh god.” It was his silence breaking me more than anything.
