Page 42 of Baking Battles

In a way it feels like hours, but Mattias is pretty sure he has just been lying here for maybe minutes. Perhaps ten. Fifteen. Not that he has been counting, but his mind has gone completely blank, like he is surrounded by a haze full of Christopher.

Christopher, who hasn’t stopped talking to him, stroking his skin with his fingers painting lazy trails, and his mouth talking silly nonsense that makes Mattias drool and smile in equal measures.

“See? You are nicely relaxed now. Nice and calm. So pretty.”

Christopher. He’s like no one Mattias has ever met. He’s the only person Mattias has ever met who talks to him like he’s… Mattias can’t find words. Like he is special. Something. Like he is all of those ridiculous things that are coming out of Christopher’s mouth. A steady stream of compliments and little quirky comments, and if Mattias is very honest with himself, the way Christopher is talking about the way his muscles are bulging under his skin is making Mattias a little bit hard. Well, that’s a lie. Mattias has probably been half hard since he woke up over an hour ago, and he still hasn’t eaten, and to be even more honest, he probably couldn't eat right now anyway. Nope. Well, unless it involves sucking on Christopher’s cock, because his brain is kind of fried thinking about that. Will he like it? Probably. Will Christopher like it? Oh, hell.

“Baby, if anything is too much, just tell me to stop.” Christopher whispers.

He hasn’t registered that Christopher is kissing his chest. Flicking his tongue over Mattias’s nipples that are hardening up alongside those goose bumps that are making his body shiver. His head is just too lost in the sensation of it all. The softness of lips kissing down his stomach. The gentle touches of Christopher’s fingers against his chest. Then, the almost painful sensation of his nipples being rolled between Christopher’s fingertips and Mattias’s hips are arching off the bed as Christopher just shushes him and keeps kissing down towards his groin.

Kisses. Soft and a little noisy. Small smacks and the coldness of the wet that they leave behind.

Then there is pain. Twisting his skin as Christopher’s mouth sucks a bruise on to his hip.

“OUCH!!” Mattias whines, twisting his hip away from Christopher’s mouth.

“Just a little mark. Something you will find in the morning when you look in the mirror. Just to remind you that you are mine. That I am the one who loves you.”

If Mattias wasn’t so far gone into the twilight zone of anticipation, if his mind wasn’t screaming with want and need and maybe a fair amount of fear, then he would have laughed. Instead he lets his mouth produce a moan, that is a little too loud for Mattias’s liking. It seems to spur Christopher on, as that menace of a mouth on him is now licking lines down Mattias’s stomach, which Mattias has never realised makes his mouth produce the soundtrack straight out of a bad porno.

He laughs softly as Christopher’s mouth engulfs the head of his cock. Just sucking on the crown, which makes Mattias fist the sheets with fear. He never liked this part. He shouldn’t like this.

He likes it. Fuck, he really does.

“What’s his name?” Christopher says.

Mattias wants to shout at him to get back to sucking.

“You said we’re kings.” Mattias pants, swallowing loudly and trying to get his head into gear. “So, he’s obviously His Royal Highness. Something.”

Yeah, now Mattias is moaning again. Doing sounds he thinks he promised himself he would never do.

Christopher’s mouth sucks again. Then let’s Mattias’s dick plop out with a little slurp.

“So… he is His Royal Highness, Sir Dick?” Christopher’s voice is full of laughter, his mouth full of suppressed giggles as he takes Mattias further down his throat, letting his hand work the root, which makes Mattias’s head almost short circuit.

“Fuck you are good at that.” Mattias manages to get out. “Sir Dick.” His breath is all wrong. His body twisting on the sheets and his hands are cramping, fisting handfuls of Christopher’s hair.

“You get bonus points for tugging at my hair when I blow you. You can set the tempo. Push a little. I like it.” And there goes Christopher’s mouth again whilst Mattias now roars. Almost shouting, half-hearted attempts at forming words, when he doesn't have a clue what he is supposed to say.

Fuck? More? I fucking love that you are blowing my mind with just letting my dick into your mouth? I love that you trust me enough to do this. I love that you say that you love me.

He scraps that last sentence. Then lets his face break into a smile.

“Do you love me?” He pants out, with his cock so far down Christopher’s throat that he can feel the tip of Christopher's nose rooting in his pubes. And just the thought of that is making things heat up in his balls. His toes curl. His legs shake and spread wider to accommodate Christopher’s body sliding down, until he is lying on his stomach between Mattias’s legs, with his mouth devouring what is now apparently known as 'His Royal Highness, Sir Dick'.

“Adore you.” Christopher almost croaks out, coming up for air, then licking a line down Mattias’s length. “You taste like heaven. Loads of precome. You are all wet and salty and delicious. I could come from just blowing you and grinding against the sheets. But that would be cheating.” The last word is followed by a little giggle and Mattias’s neck cranes up, so he can see him smile. Watch him as his eyes keep a firm gaze on Mattias as his mouth swallows him back down, with a mischievous grin.

“Touch me.” Mattias says. He means, “Touch me there. Do it. Make me want it.” Not that he is brave enough to say it. Not yet.

“Have you got lube?” Christopher says, licking his lips, and then letting the tip of his tongue flick over Mattias’s slit, right as a drop of liquid appears at the tip.

Fuck me.Mattias thinks.Please.

“Baby? Lube?”

“Ehhr?”

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