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Terzo had always been a curious fellow, especially when it came to sexual pleasure, constantly seeking various new forms of stimulation.
He was constantly sticking his cock in whatever he could. Men, women, balloons, hands, you name it. He couldn’t get enough. Nothing was ever good enough. He needed more. That was, until he discovered temperature play. Feeling ice touch his hot cock after an orgasm was like descending to a godly state of lustful bliss. Feeling his warm hands wrap around his hard length when he was stroking himself was as pure of a feeling as eating fresh bread.
That’s when he got an idea.
Crickets chirped outside as he worked on his best (or worst) idea yet. The light clatter of a whisk hitting the side of a metal bowl could be heard from the kitchen. He tried to be quiet as to not awaken anyone as it was the middle of the night.
A warm, sugary, cinnamon filled smell wafted through the building. He carefully washed the bowls and utensils he used to mix the dough and filling as the timer slowly clicked by with each passing second.
*Ding!*
The timer went off as he slowly pulled the tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven. As he looked down at the rolls he questioned his sanity. Should he do it? What’s the worst that could happen?
He waited for the rolls to cool enough that they wouldn’t burn to touch before he quietly unzipped his pants and wrapped one of the swirly rolls around his hard cock. He gently moved it up and down as the heat overtook his sensitive boner.
He went to town on two of the rolls before releasing a large load of semen all over the other rolls. Making them look almost perfectly glazed.
He heard footsteps so he quickly shoved his now limp cock in his pants and spreading the icing over the rolls to cover his shameful act.
He looked at the clock on the oven as he iced the rolls, 3:03 AM. He felt his drowsiness start to slowly over take him as his brain got foggier. Without putting much thought to it he put some foil over the tray and setting it aside to deal with in the morning, and he went to sleep.
The next morning Terzo woke up nice and refreshed. He walked into the kitchen to dispose of the abomination when he found omega, leaning on the counter as he ate a cinnamon roll.
“This is quite pleasant, I must say. Probably the best thing you’ve made yet.” Omega commented with no hint of sarcasm in his voice, he was oblivious to the fact that the secret ingredient was Terzo’s baby gravy.