How to Overflow with Dusk and Stardust

Reach

Brown eyes smiled at him, velvety and charismatic, warm and soothing. Filled with the warmth that led him through hours littered with silence. "I'll do just that," he purred, kissing his boyfriend's stomach with his hands. His touch revived, soothed, created the one in his hands.

The trembling, moaning butterfly underneath him lost himself in the lips pressed against his. Breathing was impossible for a minute, agonizing, thrilling, blinding. Kisses were engraved into his throbbing, reddened skin and soul, each one purifying him. "Your wish is my command, dearest," brown eyes assured him in between kisses, hands cupping the butterfly's face. Referring to the butterfly's wish to overflow.

Several more kisses were sprinkled across the other's stomach. The one reaching for air, moaning, melting, was rose red with shyness but felt cherished. Safe. He shut his eyes, heart racing, then caught the scent of strawberries. Cake, whipped cream and strawberries were soon pressed into his mouth, all of it a maddening fusion.

The butterfly ate while moaning, electricity rolling through him, body swelling. He felt strange, ugly, wretched even, for enjoying the rush of food pouring down his throat, but the mere thought of his boyfriend feeding him made him delirious. Reminded him of how safe and loved he was. Reminded him of acceptance. Kindness.

Whatever was left of his pants split. His shirt followed suit. He spilled across the bed, strawberries and cake being pushed into him, bringing him to his breaking point. It was strange, loving his swollen flesh, the throbbing, the merciless aching, but it fed him. Kept him afloat. It would never be enough, but it revitalized him. Made him smile.

Hands clamped onto his bare ass cheeks. Gripped them. Moans erupted from the impact, asking for more. "Feels good, doesn't it, my precious little slut?" brown eyes asked, sweet and infinitely warm. Hands gripped the plump flesh in his hands harder.

"What a beautiful, lush ass you have. And it's growing bigger. It's just as delicious as your pretty, perfect asshole."

A small yelp popped out of him as fingers began to insert something cold and creamy in between his ass cheeks. Must have been the whipped cream from the strawberry shortcake. He erupted once the fingers dove deeper, filling him with even more frosting.

"Naughty little lamb. You're so messy."