Sugar rush

      Who knew that Andrew would get inspired by looking at a can of whipped cream. Honestly, he’s surprised himself.       He’s been preparing for Neil’s visit for a while (definitely not panicking), wanting to make their time together special since they have so little of it during the year. He made dinner — a simple spaghetti which would make Kevin cry about nutrients — and Neil seemed to enjoy it as much as Andrew did.       Since Neil stepped through the doorstep, they’ve been touching nearly nonstop — a brush to the shoulder, squeezing the hand, a peck to the lips. With time though, the innocence of the touches transformed into something more hungry, the desire clearly visible in the men’s gazes.       That’s how they landed in bed, with few accessories Andrew had prepared.       Neil looks gorgeous like this — all spread out and ready for whatever Andrew decides to give him. His lips are swollen from all the kissing they’ve done, and it spikes Andrew’s desire even more, but he stops himself from ravishing Neil just yet. Instead, he reaches towards a can of whipped cream.       When Neil first saw what Andrew had prepared, he just looked at him confused.       ‘Heavens, help me,’ Andrew thought then.       “What’s with the whipped cream?” asked Neil.       Andrew decided to be a little shit. “It’s a treat for myself,” he said, not elaborating further.       Neil didn’t question him further and went with the flow, which wasn’t surprising at all.       The first dose of whipped cream lands on Neil’s belly as a trial. The man gasps at the new sensation and squirms as Andrew licks off the small dollop. Neil’s belly has always been ticklish, and Andrew certainly doesn’t take full advantage of it.       “Stop—” Neil says while laughing, his muscles spasming from the feather-like touch that must feel good and hellish at the same time. The bonds hold him in place despite his insistent squirming.       After a while, when tears are leaking from Neil’s eyes, Andrew decides to stop. Neil pants for breath, but the smile still dances at the corner of his mouth. Andrew can’t help himself and kisses him, stealing his breath yet again.       After this short break to ease the tension, he shifts his attention to Neil’s nipples. He massages them gently, careful about the red scars on the chest. Then he shakes the can again and the fun starts again.       Andrew licks the cream off from Neil’s nipple, circling the bud with his tongue and sucking on it, making sure that there’s nothing left. With every swipe of the tongue Neil’s back arches in pleasure, his quiet moans like music to Andrew’s ears. Fiery need burns through his body, but he ignores it for now and focuses on bringing more sounds out of Neil instead.       He puts the cream on Neil’s clit next, and the man shivers in anticipation. Andrew doesn’t dive in instantly, though, but teases Neil’s slit with his fingers instead. The entrance is already soaking wet, and satisfaction curls within him at the revelation that he’s the cause of this.       When two of his fingers slip in, Neil clenches. “Andrew—” he says and groans.       Andrew takes out his fingers and looks at Neil inquisitively. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, his stomach clenching in nerves at the potential answer.       “It’s good,” Neil answers, sounding out of breath. “Been a while, is all.” He looks at Andrew earnestly, with this small smile of his that makes Andrew feel funny. “We can continue.”       Feeling reassured, he exhales slowly to calm himself down. “We’ll go slow.”       Neil nods quickly and shifts on the bed, eager to go back to where they left off. Andrew isn’t in the mood to deny him tonight.       This time he starts out with one finger and at a much slower pace. At the same time, he licks the clit to help Neil relax. The sugary taste of the whipped cream is a bonus.       When there’s no sign of distress from Neil, he starts moving it, massaging the walls and looking for the special spot that makes Neil lose his mind. A gasp and the muscles tightening tell Andrew that he’s been successful in his mission.       He inserts his second finger while he’s still sucking Neil’s dick.       ‘Is it bigger than the last time? ’ Andrew thinks. It certainly was big thanks to hormones, but it looks like it’s grown an inch since they last saw each other. Maybe Neil makes use of the pump Andrew got him, and the image his mind conjures makes his arousal spike.       Neil groans when the fingers stretch him open, but he doesn’t shy away from it. He bites his lip to stifle a moan as Andrew touches his g-spot again, this time with more pressure.       With such careful attention to his clit and pussy, it doesn’t take Neil long to come, and to their surprise, he even squirts a bit. Andrew looks bewildered at Neil, who lies boneless on the bed, his cheeks flushed and hair disheveled.       Andrew takes a minute just to admire Neil before he unties the ropes carefully. He looks over the red marks, checking if the skin broke anywhere from Neil struggling. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to be the case.       While Andrew is gently cleaning Neil’s skin, mindful of the scars, the man in question stirs. His eyes flutter open and immediately fall on Andrew, which makes his stomach feel weird for some reason.       “Hold me?” Neil asks shyly, reaching out towards Andrew but still not touching him.       Without a word, he lays on his side and tugs Neil against his chest. The man curls into him and Andrew can feel his satisfied sigh against his skin.       A blanket hides them from the world, so they can have more time to themselves.