Contents: Sensory hell, mouthplay, licking
You were chilling out with Garcello, eating some apple slices and caramel sauce from a McDonald's happy meal when you got a little too excited for the sweet sticky confection and fell in. Garcello shot into action, his eyes widening as he pulled you out before you suffocated in the dip. Way to get lost in the sauce, you idiot.
"Woah there little fella, are you okay??" Garcello, being the sweetheart he was, put down his iced tea and looked over your small form to make sure you were okay. You winced, now noticing how sticky you felt. It was awful.
"I... I'm sticky. I'm sticky and I don't like it..." You began to shake your leg, getting anxious, and repeated yourself. "GarCELLO I'M STICKY AND I DON'T LIKE IT!" What else was there to say? Words are hard when you're about to have a panic attack from bad sensory. Your leg bounced up and down, and you tried frantically to get the sticky off with your hands, which only made you more sticky. You let out a sound of immense discomfort, trying harder to rub the sticky sauce off.
"Woah, calm down, I gotcha little fella!" Garcello pulled off one of his fingerless gloves to avoid getting caramel on it and picked you up in a flash, bringing you up to his mouth. You were too sticky and panicked to know what was happening, and let out a shriek. You were squirming madly, getting sugary syrup all over his hand. He didn't seem to mind, sticking out his tongue and giving you a good lick. You stopped in your tracks, breathing so quickly it was hard to speak.
"I-I...I...." You took a deep breath, trying to assess the situation as logically as was possible in such an agitated state of mind. Garcello was licking you. "Is NOW REALLY THE TIME? I'M FUCKING STICKY!!" You shouted these words as if he didn't understand the problem. Garcello pulled you a bit away from his mouth so he could speak, but his warm breath still washed over you as he talked. It was grounding, bringing you back to the present moment and out of your own personal sensory induced hell if just for a second.
"I know little bro, I'm cleaning you off. Hold still." He then went back in, running his tongue over your face and replacing the sticky caramel with slimy spit. Not ideal, but better than sensory anguish. After a few more good swipes, he opened his mouth wider and slipped you inside, pushing you around and sucking away all of the offending treat. You began to calm down, smiling weakly as he prodded you on the arm with the large slick muscle. A warm chuckle could be heard from all around you, and you couldn't help but relax and laugh along. When you were ready to speak again, you did.
"Thanks, you're the best, Garce."
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