Page 20 of His for Hanukkah

Tate set the doughnut back into its box, then dug into it with his fingers to reach the gooey insides. He pressed his sticky fingers against Tate’s lips. “Taste.”

Adam darted his tongue out tentatively, not taking more than he’d been offered.

“Chocolate raspberry! That’s my favorite.”

“I know, sweet boy.”

“How?”

Oops. He hadn’t meant to bring that up. “Someone got you chocolates for your birthday a few years ago, and you ate all of the raspberry ones first. I noticed how much you enjoyed them.” And then his asshole ex had criticized him for being greedy. Hopefully Adam wouldn’t think of that.

“And you remember that? I didn’t even know you were paying attention.”

Tate rubbed the blended frosting and jellied filling over Adam’s lips. “I think I’ve been paying attention to you for a lot longer than you realize.”

Adam blushed and smiled.

“Here’s the game, Little Star. I’ve brought a soof-gan-ee-ya,” he stumbled over the word, “for us to share. But you’ll only get it if you can stay in position and do as you’re told. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve been doing wonderfully so far. I’m very proud of you.” His little star positively shone under the praise.

Tate pressed his gooey finger a little harder against Adam’s bottom lip. “Open.”

Adam complied at once, opening his mouth without making any attempt to suckle Tate’s fingers or lick off the tasty goo surrounding his mouth.

Tate slipped his fingers inside, testing him. Still, Adam held his position, even as saliva started to pool under his tongue. “Good boy.”

Sinking to his own knees, Tate withdrew his fingers and began to lick and kiss around Adam’s open mouth. He lapped up the chocolate in the corner of his mouth and ran his tongue along Adam’s palate. The taste and texture of his boy was better than any pastry.

Adam gasped and moaned, but otherwise held still. He was exquisite.

Tate dipped his fingers into the treat again, then held them just in front of Adam’s lips. “Suck. Make me feel good.”

When Tate gave the command, he was expecting Adam to play with his fingers. He wasn’t expecting his boy’s warm mouth to feel so damn good. God, he could just imagine Adam making love to his cock like this.

Adam was noisy and enthusiastic, switching strokes often to bathe him in a wash of pleasure. Hell, if this kept up, he might come without doing anything further.

“It seems you like sucking, boy.”

Adam nodded his head, never slowing the seductive motions of his sinuous tongue and clinging lips.

“I’ve got something else for you to suck, then. But not until I’m ready.” Tate withdrew his fingers, which had been licked clean and shone with spit. Damn. He wished he’d thought to bring napkins.

“Yes, please. I want it.”

Tate was glad Adam couldn’t see the goofy grin on his face. Adam was just… everything.

He reached into the doughnut’s center again, and then painted two lines down Adam’s chest. He started at the shoulders, crossed his nipples, and didn’t stop until he reached the crease of Adam’s thighs.

His boy looked debauched and gorgeous.

When he started licking it off, he took his time. He’d lick and tease at one area for a while, and then shift to another without following any pattern.

He couldn’t get enough of that soft, warm skin. And he didn’t mind at all when the sticky treat caught in Adam’s chest hair and he had to spend an extra long time licking it off. Sweet chocolate merged with the slightly salty flavor of Adam’s body, and it might be his new favorite flavor. He wanted to worship this boy.

When he sucked along the insides of Adam’s thighs, he made a point of avoiding his cock, while still letting it rest along his neck and cheek. He loved the sounds that produced.