“It’s called a cream pie because you eat it,” Roman said.
“Really? I thought it was just because I’m cream-filled.”
“You are definitely full of cream. Let me see.” Roman withdrew all the way and pushed Ezra’s knees apart, probing him tentatively down there because Ezra was tender. He drew a finger through the mess dripping out of him and brought it up for Ezra to see. White and sticky like the sap of a common milkweed.
“Did you know most white saps are poisonous when ingested and can also cause skin and eye irritation?” Ezra said absently.
“I did not know that. Let me try yours again.” Roman leaned down and took a long lick of Ezra’s stomach where his own semen had collected.
“Too ticklish,” Ezra protested weakly, though he was flattered that Roman wanted to eat that too. What an appetite!
“Doesn’t taste poisonous,” Roman said and smacked his lips. Ezra shook his head at the teasing and Roman turned serious again. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“Let’s put you in a warm bath. That’ll make it feel better.”
Roman left to get the water ready, then came back and scooped Ezra into his arms and carried him to the bathroom like a child. Ezra knew the tub was clean already (because he’d washed it), so he didn’t mind the idea of sitting in standing water, even if there were some bodily fluids mixed in. He sunk slowly into the comforting warmth and let Roman wash the mess from his chest and belly. And even though he’d showered earlier, Roman scrubbed his back for him too.
“Was I good?” Ezra asked. He liked feedback, especially when he was learning something new.
“So good, babe. Absolutely perfect. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”
“Not too much. You were very gentle. And now I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Nope. Not anymore.”
“You popped my cherry.”
Roman laughed. “Where do you get this stuff?”
“The internet and rap music. And Jay.” Ezra couldn’t leave him out. He’d answered all of Ezra’s questions.
“Right. Well, in that case your cherry was very sweet, and I look forward to popping it again.”
Ezra smiled, knowing the act was an impossibility because according to the prevailing theory, a cherry could only be popped once, but he liked the promise of more anal sex with Roman.
“You can pop my cherry anytime,” Ezra said dreamily. Roman growled and acted like he was going to bite his neck but only kissed it softly instead.
Later, after Roman dried him off and applied a little bit of ointment to his hole to help with the swelling, they cuddled in Roman’s bed while watching aDr. WhoChristmas special.
“Roman,” Ezra said softly.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I liked having anal sex with you. I feel like I just destroyed Ganon with my Savage Lynel Sword.” Ezra felt like boasting to someone about not only the size of Roman’s dick but the fact that he’d taken it all, right to the root.
“You definitely did.” Roman brushed the damp hair from his forehead and kissed him there. “I liked it too, sharing that with you. Thank you for trusting me with your first time.”
“You’re my first everything.”
“Is that okay with you?”
“Mmmm, hmmm. You’re the only one I want,” Ezra murmured as his eyes started to droop with fatigue and the chatter coming from the television blurred into a faint hum.
“I love you, Ezra,” Roman said as he drifted off to sleep or maybe Ezra only dreamed it.
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