lemon meringue...
This is taken from quicksilverlining. You probably know that.
Warning: this is quite explicit, and should not be read by anyone who would rather not have anything to do with homosexual activity of any sort, including sordid descrptions of purely fictional characters in a poorly fashioned environment doing kinky things that they technically wouldn't be doing if they weren't gay. In other words, don't read unless you really want to. The words are now hidden, and a blatantly obvious method should be used to view it. Do not ask why. Suffice to say, it is out of sheer boredom.
Note: this in no way indicates the author's sexual inclinations, only the author's proclivity to writing as a skill rather than a reflection of any personal opinion of the author. And also to show off. Meh.
As he cracked the eggs on the side of the large porcelain bowl, Kimi turned his head to look at his lover.
Youri was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the large screen in front of him. Desperate Housewives was his favourite show, but lately, it was getting bland. He yawned, flicked the TV off, and scratched his bare stomach, a well defined row of washboard abdominals.
Kimi continued his work, grinning like how a newly married wife would at the thought of her husband. He picked up the flourbag and started pouring the contents into the bowl.
Youri had been sneaking up on Kimi, and just as Kimi began pouring the flour in, Youri pounced. His strong fingers found their way to Kimi's naked ribs, sending a shock to the baker. Kimi dropped the bag, and instantly they were both white from head to toe. The eggs and lemon juice that was painstakingly squeezed spilt onto the floor.
Kimi turned round, with an annoyed look on his smooth, flawless face.
"Oh, great, Youri. Now you made a big mess. Everything's all messed. And if I clean up this mess now, the lemons will go brown and my meringue will be all spoilt."
Youri just loved that annoyed look. He pressed his hands on Kimi's chest. It was smooth from the flour. His hand glided across Kimi's boyish chest in the most suggestive manner.
Kimi swatted his hand away.
"Not now, Youri. I've still got this mess to clear up. And thank you for not offering to help. Much."
Despite his obvious annoyance at Youri's interference, it was also clear that Kimi was quite receptive to Youri's subtle hint. Except to Youri, whose thick skull and imperceptive manner had caused more than one failed relationship. Kimi was the only one who could tolerate him long enough to agree to be his lover.
Youri walked back to the couch dejectedly. He decided he was sleepy, and peeled off his long pullstring pants. He always slept in the nude.
Kimi took off the apron. He was now totally naked. With his hands on his slender hips, he lightly tilted his brunette head to the left to survey the damage Youri had caused. It was then he decided that it was too much to bother with, and besides, he should make Youri help clean the mess up.
He walked over to Youri's sleeping form, and pushed the couch over. Youri fell out, but remained asleep, absolutely in character of his thick skulled nature. Kimi dragged him by the feet to big mess of egg, flour and lemon juice and began rolling him around in it. Still, the muscular body of Youri did not stir one bit.
Kimi stood back to survey his artwork. Youri was a huge mess. An absolutely delicious one. But something else was missing.
"Sugar. And some cinammon."
Kimi dusted a thin layer of cinammon powder on Youri's face, stomach, and crotch. Then he poured a whole cupful of sugar on his feet and hands and a light dusting on his head. As a finishing touch, he placed a single large glaced cherry on Youri's delectable lips.
"Absolutely good enough to eat."
He began with the face. The cherry was first to go. And soon the tongue went pass the lips to see if anything was missed. Youri willingly, though unconciously, parted his lips ever so slightly. Kimi wondered if he was actually awake. No. From the sight of his dribbling organ at the other end, Youri was having a wet dream.
"I wonder if it's about me," Kimi thought, as he began to work his way down to Youri's muscular chest. He'd be almost jealous of Youri's muscular bod, if he not had been his lover. Kimi's whole family had always been slight of build, and his own body reflected that inheritance.
His tongue licked the slippery sweet-sour coating of sugar, flour, egg and lemon juice off Youri's now erect nipples. Wow, must be some dream.
Youri grunted. His hands shifted to his cock, and with a slight rubbing, similar in manner to a guy adjusting his gear after taking a leak, he placed them rather awkwardly onto Kimi's back.
Kimi almost collapsed under the weight of his heavy arms. Youri's whole body was extremely well built, his upper body especially. Youri had been a gymnast with the state, and as such was well accustomed to strenous upper body workouts. With enormous, but well defined, biceps and triceps, and bulging forearms, Youri could heft his massively built body around the equipment with ease.
Youri's hands began to crawl down Kimi's back, as Kimi continued to clean Youri's chest, inch by inch. Suddenly, Kimi felt his ass being spread by Youri's strong hands. Oh, just wonderful, he thought. Another one of Youri's extremely physical (and realistic) dreams. His fingers continued their way around the crack of Kimi's ass, occasionally slipping inbetween them, giving Kimi sudden (but very pleasurable) shocks.
Still asleep, Youri grabbed Kimi's head and forced them down to Youri's now fully erect and throbbing cock. With that, the large piece of meat plunged into Kimi's gaping mouth, almost gagging him.
"Hmm, it DOES taste like lemon meringue!"
Even in his sleep, Youri was an extremely physical person, and although not given to sleepwalking, was definitely given to sleep fucking.
On the verge of orgasm, Youri suddenly stopped. His eyes opened suddenly, and a confused look crossed them. Kimi, still recovering from the oral rape he had just undergone, could pretty much say nothing. The look of confusion passed, and Youri fell asleep again.
Kimi sat back, his mouth dribbling a slick and slimey mixture of pre-cum, egg, flour, lemon juice, sugar and cinnamon powder. It all tasted very weird together. He sat awhile to catch his breath, then got up to get a mop.
Without warning, Youri's large hands caught him again, and forced him into a doggy position. His butt cheeks spread again, Kimi winced as he prepared himself for some rough (Youri was never too refined, even when awake) penetration.
Youri slammed all nine inches of his horse cock into Kimi's tight hole. At the end, his large scrotum slapped noisily against Kimi's ass. This hammering continued in a most frenzied manner. Crude as he was, Youri was not entirely inconsiderate. His right hand was running the length of Kimi's pencil dick, moving in the same rhythemic motion of his pounding.
Kimi didn't know whether to enjoy this or be annoyed. He still had a mess to clean up, and dinner to cook. That would have to wait, as he felt his, and Youri's, climax build. They both exploded at the same time, with Kimi's warm ejaculate spilling all over the already messy floor, and Youri's cream filling Kimi's anal cavity and spilling out.
His eyes still closed, Youri let go of Kimi and fell onto his back with a contented sigh. He mumbled, "oh, that was so good, Ayumi..."
"Ayumi?!?"
Kimi got up, gave a sharp kick to Youri's nuts, and strode out of the house, totally naked, leaving behind a yelling Youri, a large mess on the floor, and the lemon meringue he had made the day before in the fridge.
That was weird.
Out.
Warning: this is quite explicit, and should not be read by anyone who would rather not have anything to do with homosexual activity of any sort, including sordid descrptions of purely fictional characters in a poorly fashioned environment doing kinky things that they technically wouldn't be doing if they weren't gay. In other words, don't read unless you really want to. The words are now hidden, and a blatantly obvious method should be used to view it. Do not ask why. Suffice to say, it is out of sheer boredom.
Note: this in no way indicates the author's sexual inclinations, only the author's proclivity to writing as a skill rather than a reflection of any personal opinion of the author. And also to show off. Meh.
As he cracked the eggs on the side of the large porcelain bowl, Kimi turned his head to look at his lover.
Youri was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the large screen in front of him. Desperate Housewives was his favourite show, but lately, it was getting bland. He yawned, flicked the TV off, and scratched his bare stomach, a well defined row of washboard abdominals.
Kimi continued his work, grinning like how a newly married wife would at the thought of her husband. He picked up the flourbag and started pouring the contents into the bowl.
Youri had been sneaking up on Kimi, and just as Kimi began pouring the flour in, Youri pounced. His strong fingers found their way to Kimi's naked ribs, sending a shock to the baker. Kimi dropped the bag, and instantly they were both white from head to toe. The eggs and lemon juice that was painstakingly squeezed spilt onto the floor.
Kimi turned round, with an annoyed look on his smooth, flawless face.
"Oh, great, Youri. Now you made a big mess. Everything's all messed. And if I clean up this mess now, the lemons will go brown and my meringue will be all spoilt."
Youri just loved that annoyed look. He pressed his hands on Kimi's chest. It was smooth from the flour. His hand glided across Kimi's boyish chest in the most suggestive manner.
Kimi swatted his hand away.
"Not now, Youri. I've still got this mess to clear up. And thank you for not offering to help. Much."
Despite his obvious annoyance at Youri's interference, it was also clear that Kimi was quite receptive to Youri's subtle hint. Except to Youri, whose thick skull and imperceptive manner had caused more than one failed relationship. Kimi was the only one who could tolerate him long enough to agree to be his lover.
Youri walked back to the couch dejectedly. He decided he was sleepy, and peeled off his long pullstring pants. He always slept in the nude.
Kimi took off the apron. He was now totally naked. With his hands on his slender hips, he lightly tilted his brunette head to the left to survey the damage Youri had caused. It was then he decided that it was too much to bother with, and besides, he should make Youri help clean the mess up.
He walked over to Youri's sleeping form, and pushed the couch over. Youri fell out, but remained asleep, absolutely in character of his thick skulled nature. Kimi dragged him by the feet to big mess of egg, flour and lemon juice and began rolling him around in it. Still, the muscular body of Youri did not stir one bit.
Kimi stood back to survey his artwork. Youri was a huge mess. An absolutely delicious one. But something else was missing.
"Sugar. And some cinammon."
Kimi dusted a thin layer of cinammon powder on Youri's face, stomach, and crotch. Then he poured a whole cupful of sugar on his feet and hands and a light dusting on his head. As a finishing touch, he placed a single large glaced cherry on Youri's delectable lips.
"Absolutely good enough to eat."
He began with the face. The cherry was first to go. And soon the tongue went pass the lips to see if anything was missed. Youri willingly, though unconciously, parted his lips ever so slightly. Kimi wondered if he was actually awake. No. From the sight of his dribbling organ at the other end, Youri was having a wet dream.
"I wonder if it's about me," Kimi thought, as he began to work his way down to Youri's muscular chest. He'd be almost jealous of Youri's muscular bod, if he not had been his lover. Kimi's whole family had always been slight of build, and his own body reflected that inheritance.
His tongue licked the slippery sweet-sour coating of sugar, flour, egg and lemon juice off Youri's now erect nipples. Wow, must be some dream.
Youri grunted. His hands shifted to his cock, and with a slight rubbing, similar in manner to a guy adjusting his gear after taking a leak, he placed them rather awkwardly onto Kimi's back.
Kimi almost collapsed under the weight of his heavy arms. Youri's whole body was extremely well built, his upper body especially. Youri had been a gymnast with the state, and as such was well accustomed to strenous upper body workouts. With enormous, but well defined, biceps and triceps, and bulging forearms, Youri could heft his massively built body around the equipment with ease.
Youri's hands began to crawl down Kimi's back, as Kimi continued to clean Youri's chest, inch by inch. Suddenly, Kimi felt his ass being spread by Youri's strong hands. Oh, just wonderful, he thought. Another one of Youri's extremely physical (and realistic) dreams. His fingers continued their way around the crack of Kimi's ass, occasionally slipping inbetween them, giving Kimi sudden (but very pleasurable) shocks.
Still asleep, Youri grabbed Kimi's head and forced them down to Youri's now fully erect and throbbing cock. With that, the large piece of meat plunged into Kimi's gaping mouth, almost gagging him.
"Hmm, it DOES taste like lemon meringue!"
Even in his sleep, Youri was an extremely physical person, and although not given to sleepwalking, was definitely given to sleep fucking.
On the verge of orgasm, Youri suddenly stopped. His eyes opened suddenly, and a confused look crossed them. Kimi, still recovering from the oral rape he had just undergone, could pretty much say nothing. The look of confusion passed, and Youri fell asleep again.
Kimi sat back, his mouth dribbling a slick and slimey mixture of pre-cum, egg, flour, lemon juice, sugar and cinnamon powder. It all tasted very weird together. He sat awhile to catch his breath, then got up to get a mop.
Without warning, Youri's large hands caught him again, and forced him into a doggy position. His butt cheeks spread again, Kimi winced as he prepared himself for some rough (Youri was never too refined, even when awake) penetration.
Youri slammed all nine inches of his horse cock into Kimi's tight hole. At the end, his large scrotum slapped noisily against Kimi's ass. This hammering continued in a most frenzied manner. Crude as he was, Youri was not entirely inconsiderate. His right hand was running the length of Kimi's pencil dick, moving in the same rhythemic motion of his pounding.
Kimi didn't know whether to enjoy this or be annoyed. He still had a mess to clean up, and dinner to cook. That would have to wait, as he felt his, and Youri's, climax build. They both exploded at the same time, with Kimi's warm ejaculate spilling all over the already messy floor, and Youri's cream filling Kimi's anal cavity and spilling out.
His eyes still closed, Youri let go of Kimi and fell onto his back with a contented sigh. He mumbled, "oh, that was so good, Ayumi..."
"Ayumi?!?"
Kimi got up, gave a sharp kick to Youri's nuts, and strode out of the house, totally naked, leaving behind a yelling Youri, a large mess on the floor, and the lemon meringue he had made the day before in the fridge.
That was weird.
Out.
posted by quicksilverlining at 11:50 PM
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