"Cherry Trails" GD, B/M, FRT
Howdy. RoK / Table!
15. on my table! Food play.
Drabblish.
RoK Summer Heat Round.
Kink: Dom/Sub
Prompt: Melt
Title: Cherry Trails
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: FRT / PG-13
Wc: 349
Warnings: None really. Slash.
D/c: Not mine. Not real.
Enjoy.
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“You hold still, understand?” Mike shivered, even though it was a good ninety degrees.
“Yes...” He breathed. His eyes shifted under the blindfold anxiously, but it did no good. He drummed his fingers on the table beside his naked sides.
“Ready?” There was an amusement blended with the desire in Billie’s voice. Mike nodded, hearing a paper wrapper torn open. He felt himself get hard.
After a moment of anticipation, Mike nearly screamed when frozen cold touched his chest. He gasped, hands pressed flat on the table, toes curling. The cold trailed across his chest, leaving a path behind as it slid over his skin. It lingered around his nipples, making them rock hard and making the air around the rest of his body seem like fire. Mike heard Billie swallow and the cold trailed a direct line downward. The icy line ran up his dick and dripped down from the tip, pooling at his balls.
“Ahh, Bill...” His chest was heaving as he tried to control himself. His body had warmed the trails left on his chest and the scent of cherry began to rise from his skin. His mouth watered and he arched upward as the cold left him.
“Stay down Mikey and I’ll clean you up...” Billie’s voice was no longer amused, but hungry. Hot lips closed over one nipple and a soft tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, sucking every bit of flavor away. Mike’s jaw dropped as he felt the tongue catch every drip on his chest. His dick twitched, knowing there was cherry melting down the shaft, waiting to be tasted.
Billie paused and went up to kiss Mike. His cherry flavored tongue gave the bassist a taste of his sweat and the sweet sugar.
“Your favorite,” Mike breathed as Billie’s mouth pressed near his belly button.
“Yeah, you-hot, sweaty, helpless, waiting for me to take you...” He lapped up more of his treat, heading in only one direction.
“I meant the cherry.” Mike quipped, but his jest was lost with a gasp and he could feel Billie’s smirk around his cock.
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-J X
15. on my table! Food play.
Drabblish.
RoK Summer Heat Round.
Kink: Dom/Sub
Prompt: Melt
Title: Cherry Trails
Fandom: Green Day
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: FRT / PG-13
Wc: 349
Warnings: None really. Slash.
D/c: Not mine. Not real.
Enjoy.
- -
“You hold still, understand?” Mike shivered, even though it was a good ninety degrees.
“Yes...” He breathed. His eyes shifted under the blindfold anxiously, but it did no good. He drummed his fingers on the table beside his naked sides.
“Ready?” There was an amusement blended with the desire in Billie’s voice. Mike nodded, hearing a paper wrapper torn open. He felt himself get hard.
After a moment of anticipation, Mike nearly screamed when frozen cold touched his chest. He gasped, hands pressed flat on the table, toes curling. The cold trailed across his chest, leaving a path behind as it slid over his skin. It lingered around his nipples, making them rock hard and making the air around the rest of his body seem like fire. Mike heard Billie swallow and the cold trailed a direct line downward. The icy line ran up his dick and dripped down from the tip, pooling at his balls.
“Ahh, Bill...” His chest was heaving as he tried to control himself. His body had warmed the trails left on his chest and the scent of cherry began to rise from his skin. His mouth watered and he arched upward as the cold left him.
“Stay down Mikey and I’ll clean you up...” Billie’s voice was no longer amused, but hungry. Hot lips closed over one nipple and a soft tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, sucking every bit of flavor away. Mike’s jaw dropped as he felt the tongue catch every drip on his chest. His dick twitched, knowing there was cherry melting down the shaft, waiting to be tasted.
Billie paused and went up to kiss Mike. His cherry flavored tongue gave the bassist a taste of his sweat and the sweet sugar.
“Your favorite,” Mike breathed as Billie’s mouth pressed near his belly button.
“Yeah, you-hot, sweaty, helpless, waiting for me to take you...” He lapped up more of his treat, heading in only one direction.
“I meant the cherry.” Mike quipped, but his jest was lost with a gasp and he could feel Billie’s smirk around his cock.
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-J X