by Clare London
Donnie reached over and snagged something off a plate. “You did, did you? That’s very eager of you.”
“I love it,” Will whispered. “Don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” Donnie said. “It’s difficult for me to be objective.”
Will stared up at him and the item Donnie held in his hand. “Hm?” He wasn’t listening properly. His pupils had dilated. Donnie could feel his cock thickening against Donnie’s buttock.
“I cooked them you see. I can’t be expected to be consumer as well as baker.”
Will chuckled. “I won’t have it unless you share with me.”
Donnie broke off a piece of the chocolate shape in his hand and waved it teasingly an inch or so away from Will’s mouth.
“What shape is it?” Will was straining, trying to see, but Donnie kept him pinned to the bed.
“It’s D. My initial.” Donnie snapped off the downstroke of the letter and popped it in his own mouth. “Mm. Yes, not bad.”
“Donnie!”
Laughing, Donnie put another shape in Will’s outstretched hand. “That one’s a W. For you.”
Will sighed, smiled, and held it up in front of his face. Then turned it ninety degrees to the right. And then, another turn. He grimaced.
“Okay, so it doesn’t look exactly as I wanted.” Donnie didn’t really care what they looked like. He and Will had nibbled, licked and crunched their way through a lot of chocolate the evening before, until their mouths found other excitement. Now it looked like they were having a morning mini tasting session as well.
“It’s like one of Eric’s spiders,” Will mused. “If they’d lost a couple of legs.”
“You don’t deserve it!” Donnie gave a yelp of protest, but as he grabbed for it, Will swallowed the whole thing with a triumphant look. Then closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
“I’m sure I said I’d do this to you,” he murmured. “When we first met. I’d eat chocolate off your belly then go down on you.” He smiled, as if to himself. “I should have known then, what you’d do to me. How we’d be together. I’d never have been that forward with anyone else.”
“Maybe it was magic in the chocolate,” Donnie said. He dropped the last piece of the D onto Will’s belly, watching it wobble above his navel, the hairs either side of his chest fanned out around it. He needed both hands free to lube up his fingers and start preparing himself. Will liked to watch that, Donnie’s fingers twisting in and out of his hole, his shoulders tensing, the muscles crunching across his abdomen. But Will seemed a little distracted with his tasting for a moment.
“Jez said that to me once. Simon, too,” Donnie continued. Stern, volatile Simon, who nevertheless gave Donnie’s chocolate full credit for bringing him and Trev together. Actually, Simon had phrased it much more crudely, though Donnie didn’t mind, if that worked for him. And Trev had laughed very loudly.
“You’re the magic.” Will sighed. He licked his lips to get the last taste of chocolate.
“You’re really sentimental after a night of sex,” Donnie said.
“I love you,” Will said.
Donnie tensed.
“Fuck,” Will said, though he didn’t sound that apologetic.
“Will…”
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll save the declarations for Christmas—”
“I love you too,” Donnie said quickly.
Will’s pupils blew wide again. It may have been Donnie’s words, it may have been the chocolate. It may have been the way Donnie held Will’s erect cock tightly, as he lowered himself onto it.
“Oh,” Will breathed. “Did I say I adore you, too?”
Donnie chuckled. With his free hand, he ran a finger along the soft edge of the D shape. The warmth of Will’s skin was melting it, and drops were trickling slowly, mischievously over Will’s belly and towards his groin. Donnie lifted his finger and sucked off the hint of chocolate. He would enjoy licking the rest off Will later.
After all, love meant you could have chocolate too, right?
And he started riding Will to proper distraction.
More by Clare London
Find all details at my website and on my Amazon page.
NOVELS
Freeman | Sweet Summer Sweat | True Colors | Flying Colors |
Compulsion | 72 Hours | Sparks Fly |
DREAMSPUN DESIRES
Romancing the Wrong Twin | Romancing the Ugly Duckling |
Romancing the Undercover Millionaire |
NOVELLAS
Just-You Eyes | Touch | Footprints | Dancing Days | Flashbulb |
Dear Alex | Timeslip | Blinded by Our Eyes | The Tourist |
THE ACCIDENTAL BAKER series
The Accidental Baker | Zest
LONDON LADS
Chase the Ace | How the Other Half Lives | A Good Neighbour |
Peepshow | Between a Rock and a Hard Place |
WITH A KICK
A Twist and Two Balls | Slap and Tickle | Pluck and Play |
Nice and Snow | Smack Happy | Double Scoop | Top and Tails |
SHORT STORIES
Hidden Hearts | Goldilocks and the Bear | Bite Night | Muse |
Out of Time | The Peppermint Schnapps Predicament |
And many others…
About Clare London
Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind... she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home.
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