AnónimoDid they ever get to using the chocolate sauce or whipped cream?
Arthur lies back, his eyes sliding shut as he revels in the hot tongue licking at his stomach and the teeth occasionally grazing at his skin. The uncomfortable, sticky feeling of being covered in chocolate sauce becomes a minor inconvenience in comparison to being so thoroughly worshiped by Alfred.
Alfred’s mouth drifts lower and, despite it not being covered in chocolate like the rest of him, closes over his cock, sucking greedily. Arthur moans and momentarily forgets himself, so that a chocolate covered hand clutches at Alfred’s hair.
When Alfred is done, Arthur releases him, and his hair is now also covered in chocolate and sticking up comically. Arthur chuckles, but Alfred crawls over him, eyes dark, and the sound dies in Arthur’s throat.
He lifts his other hand to touch Alfred’s face, and Alfred turns to lick his palm. Arthur’s hand twitches, and Alfred starts to suck on his fingers while watching him intently.
Arthur carefully withdraws his fingers and pulls Alfred into a kiss, tasting the chocolate mixed with Alfred’s already lovely mouth.
It doesn’t last long before Alfred is skittering down his body to pick up where he left off, and Arthur throws back his head in a delighted gasp.