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Marcus opened the door, a bag in hand.
“I’m home!”
Raising his head, Max looks up at Marcus, eyebrow raised.
”What’s in the bag?”
”Gregg’s.”
”Awesome, mate.”
Outstretching his long arms, Max reaches for the bag, but Marcus slaps his hands away.
”I-It’s not for eating…”
Marcus looks shyly away, the tips of his ears flushed as his face blushes. Catching the memo, Max smirks, intrigued but also looking forward to what comes next.
They both go into the bedroom, telepathically thinking of the same thing.
Opening the bag, they take out the sausage roll. Max sniffs it, inhaling the familiar scent.
“Should I just eat it? I'm kinda hungry.”
Marcus pushes Max’s face away, frowning.
”You don’t want to have fun with me?”
Eyes sparkling, Marcus looks up at Max with a pout on his face. Unable to resist, Max gives in, deciding not to eat the sausage roll for now.
“Fine, but strip in front of me baby, slowly.”
Marcus blushes, but complies, peeling off each article of clothing until he is just left in his lingerie. Max caresses the pink thong that Marcus had chosen to wear. His cock twitches in excitement.
”Baby, you really tempt me you know that right?”
”O-Oh yes.”
Marcus approaches Max, swaying his hips before straddling Max’s lap. Then he grinds his dick on Max’s bulge, making soft moans.
Groaning in pleasure, Max can’t help but rub circles into Marcus’ thighs, running his hands down his back and buttocks.
“Mhm, baby, keep going.”
”Yes Master.”
”I love when you call me that, baby.”
Max feels that he is close but he can’t let it end so soon. He lifts Marcus up and throws him onto the bed, before unbuckling his belt and sliding off his trousers.
Grabbing the sausage roll, Max takes out the sausage and shoves it into Marcus’ throat, making it into a gag. Then he inserts his dick into the hole inside the sausage roll.
”Baby, I’m not going to use a condom alright?”
”O-ok Master.”
Grabbing Marcus’ buttocks, Max spreads them, before gradually entering his sausage roll covered schlong into Marcus’ hole.
The flaky crust of the pastry rubs against Marcus’ folds, causing him to cry out. The oil from the pastry lubricates Marcus’ entrance, assisting the penetration.
Max also feels the pastry move against his dick, creating friction.
Thrusting in and out, Max rolls his hips back and forth, enjoying the immense warmth of Marcus’ ass. Then without warning, he ejaculates, reaching the pinnacle of his climax.
Marcus is filled with hot wet seed, and that makes him release as well.
Pulling out, Max can’t help but notice that the sausage roll was left inside Marcus’ folds. He thought of a bright idea.
Instead of getting it out with his fingers, Max would eat it out of Marcus with his tongue.
Proceeding with his plan, Max spreads Marcus’ ass cheeks before diving in with his tongue, using it to swirl around the flesh of the sausage roll soaked in sperm and oil.
Marcus, still sensitive from only just climaxing, clutches the sheets, muffling his moans into the pillow. Max savors the taste of the pastry, taking his time to enjoy his meal.
Finally, Max succeeds in consuming the rest of the Gregg’s sausage roll, licking his lips. Marcus whines before squirting, thoroughly exhausted and sucked dry. He falls limp on the bed, limbs sprawled out.
”That was bloody delicious.”