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Nick comes into his room where I’ve been hiding out for the last few days with a devious smile on his face. Pausing Thor on the TV, I watch him stalk toward me with purpose, holding a paper bag.

“Whatcha got there?”

The smile on his face becomes dangerous and seductive.

“How do you feel about food as masturbatory aids?” Nick asks with a lift of his eyebrow.

Now I’m confused.

“What?”

Nick opens the bag and lifts out a big cinnamon roll. “You see, I am falling hard for your dick, and I also love cinnamon rolls. So, putting them together should be next world.”

I flick my gaze between the pastry and his face.

“I’m definitely curious to see what you’re going to do with that.” I swallow thickly, a little nervous and a little turned on.

“Take your pants off,” he demands, and I quickly shove the sweats and underwear down my legs and drop them on the floor. His eyes zero in on my half-hard dick lying against my stomach. “Get it hard.”

Just giving me the command makes my dick twitch. I love when he takes charge. I don’t have to think, just feel.

Reaching for my cock, I stroke myself a few times until I’m hard, and he climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs.

“You’re about to be a very messy boy,” he teases, shoving two fingers into the cinnamon roll and scooping out the center piece. It’s vulgar and indecent. His fingers are covered in frosting and the cinnamon-sugar mixture.

Lifting the soft, gooey bread to his mouth, he takes a bite and moans before leaning over me enough to offer me the rest of the piece.

I use my tongue to take it, chewing and swallowing quickly. When my mouth is empty, he shoves his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck them clean.”

A shiver shudders through me as I hold on to his wrist and clean his fingers with my tongue.

He growls as my eyes meet his with his fingers deep in my throat.

“Such a sweet mouth,” he murmurs. Removing his fingers, he leans on the bed and takes my mouth. Cinnamon and frosting dance on our tongues as we explore each other.

Pulling back, he sits up again and takes my dick in his hand, sliding the now centerless cinnamon roll onto my dick. It’s still warm and sticky as it slides down my shaft.

Nick leans forward and sucks on my tip, groaning deep in his chest so it rumbles around me.

“Fuck.” The word is breathy and quiet, but he hears it and looks up at me.

He moves around to get settled and bobs on my head while moving the pastry up and down my dick at the same time. It’s not a tight pressure, but the strangeness of it is hot. I never would have thought to try this, but he’s obviously into it, and that turns me on. The sweet mixture in the cinnamon roll makes my skin sticky, but Nick licks it off like he’s catching melting ice cream on a cone.

I’ll never be able to look at a pastry or ice cream again without blushing.

Nick unrolls part of the treat and wraps it around my balls, then sucks on them between nibbling the sweet bread.

Holy fuck.

My cock throbs at the gentle brush of lips and the light graze of teeth.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Nick pants against my balls. He reaches for the lube we have stashed between the bed and the wall and pops the cap. Once his fingers are slicked up, he presses them against my hole and goes back to nibbling the dessert around my base.

My body tightens, and he smirks that knowing fucking smile that tells me he knows exactly how good it feels.

“Think you can come from just my fingers in your ass?”

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