When it was Peter’s turn to choose, milk chocolate was always on the menu. He liked the creamy, mild sweetness. But, Neal preferred the slight bite of bittersweet chocolate. He loved how well it mixed with the tang of Peter’s sweat and the slight saltiness of Peter’s warm skin.
Tonight was Neal’s night. He started by drizzling the melted confection in zigzagging lines down and across his older lover’s body. Then perched over Peter on all fours, with a lascivious look in his eyes, Neal dragged his tongue slowly along the lines, slurping the chocolate and the taste of Peter into his mouth, occasionally stopping to lick his lips in the way that he knew drove Peter utterly nuts.
When he finished what he considered to be the appetizer course, Neal poured more of the bittersweet chocolate onto Peter’s nipples, completely covering the puckered, dusky red areolas. Here instead of just his tongue Neal would use his whole mouth to suck the sweetness off as Peter began to tremble beneath him. When the chocolate was gone Neal lingered, nipping and licking the tight buds until Peter growled his name breathlessly. Soup course complete.
Then Neal indulged in a light intermezzo, sucking Peter’s balls into his mouth, first one and then the other filling his senses with just the heady scent and taste of his partner sans the addition of the chocolate.
When Peter fisted his hand into Neal’s hair with a somewhat painful but still very pleasurable hold, Neal pulled away with a final hard tug to give back just a bit of what Peter had just given him.
For his main course Neal took the container of still melty chocolate and dipped as much of Peter’s rock hard cock as he could into it. Peter shivered and bucked at the contact from both Neal’s hand holding his dick steady and the warm confection. Neal took a moment, just a short one, since he didn’t want the chocolate to drip onto his silk sheets, to gaze at Peter wrecked and shaking under him before he slid his mouth over Peter’s cock, licking the underside teasingly and then sucking for all he was worth.
Peter thrust forward with a strangled cry, his dick sliding easily down the back of Neal’s throat. Neal smiled around Peter’s thick presence and put his hands on Peter’s hips to keep him from thrusting too sharply. Neal set up a quick rhythm pulling on Peter’s erection and teasing him with his tongue. Peter cursed and alternately mumbled words of love and adoration at Neal as he came closer and closer to the edge.
When Peter finally fell, and his cum splashed into Neal’s mouth, it mingled with the lingering taste of the chocolate. It was a one-of-a-kind flavor that Neal savored, salty sweet with just the right balance of lust and love.
Neal tumbled down onto the bed beside Peter, sighing in satisfaction. “You’re turn?” Peter rumbled. Neal could tell that Peter was already half asleep in the aftermath.
“Nah,” Neal whispered as he tucked himself up against Peter’s side. “We can save desert for later.”
FIC rated E for Elr
Tonight was Neal’s night. He started by drizzling the melted confection in zigzagging lines down and across his older lover’s body. Then perched over Peter on all fours, with a lascivious look in his eyes, Neal dragged his tongue slowly along the lines, slurping the chocolate and the taste of Peter into his mouth, occasionally stopping to lick his lips in the way that he knew drove Peter utterly nuts.
When he finished what he considered to be the appetizer course, Neal poured more of the bittersweet chocolate onto Peter’s nipples, completely covering the puckered, dusky red areolas. Here instead of just his tongue Neal would use his whole mouth to suck the sweetness off as Peter began to tremble beneath him. When the chocolate was gone Neal lingered, nipping and licking the tight buds until Peter growled his name breathlessly. Soup course complete.
Then Neal indulged in a light intermezzo, sucking Peter’s balls into his mouth, first one and then the other filling his senses with just the heady scent and taste of his partner sans the addition of the chocolate.
When Peter fisted his hand into Neal’s hair with a somewhat painful but still very pleasurable hold, Neal pulled away with a final hard tug to give back just a bit of what Peter had just given him.
For his main course Neal took the container of still melty chocolate and dipped as much of Peter’s rock hard cock as he could into it. Peter shivered and bucked at the contact from both Neal’s hand holding his dick steady and the warm confection. Neal took a moment, just a short one, since he didn’t want the chocolate to drip onto his silk sheets, to gaze at Peter wrecked and shaking under him before he slid his mouth over Peter’s cock, licking the underside teasingly and then sucking for all he was worth.
Peter thrust forward with a strangled cry, his dick sliding easily down the back of Neal’s throat. Neal smiled around Peter’s thick presence and put his hands on Peter’s hips to keep him from thrusting too sharply. Neal set up a quick rhythm pulling on Peter’s erection and teasing him with his tongue. Peter cursed and alternately mumbled words of love and adoration at Neal as he came closer and closer to the edge.
When Peter finally fell, and his cum splashed into Neal’s mouth, it mingled with the lingering taste of the chocolate. It was a one-of-a-kind flavor that Neal savored, salty sweet with just the right balance of lust and love.
Neal tumbled down onto the bed beside Peter, sighing in satisfaction. “You’re turn?” Peter rumbled. Neal could tell that Peter was already half asleep in the aftermath.
“Nah,” Neal whispered as he tucked himself up against Peter’s side. “We can save desert for later.”