Dark Cacao's Inbox

[winterfrosting]

DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!

Comments

[purevanillacookie]

Not at all! [ He shifts his hand to take it, careful to brush sand off first so there's no uh grit, angling it a little as he thoughtfully drags his tongue over the tip again. ] It's bitter, but it's... you. I like it. Hm, perhaps not the sexiest thing to say.

[ As if they're discussing the taste of tea, and he smiles apologetically before licking his lips, his voice softening. ]

I do like it, though.

[winterfrosting]

[He smiles at that, petting his head]

You couldn't say anything more appealing. What cookie wouldn't want to hear their partner likes their flavor?

[purevanillacookie]

[ That makes him huff a laugh against the skin, smiling towards him. ]

Mm, you're just saying that because I'm very close to a sensitive area.

[ He turns his head to chase Cacao's hand with his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm, before dipping back down to help slick Cacao's cock up. It's messy and inexperienced, but he licks against the hard flesh with gusto. ]

[winterfrosting]

Perhaps only a little self preservatio-ah-!

[Messy it might be, but Cacao is just as inexperienced, so even sloppy little licks was heavenly]

Caaareful...

[he might come embarrassingly fast otherwise, not that he knows 'fast' or 'slow' compared to any real metric.]

[purevanillacookie]

[ The warning makes him chuckle a little and pull back, licking away the strand of saliva that comes with him. ]

My apologies, my love, it is quite the addictive taste. But I believe you had something you wished to show me?

[ He pulls himself back reluctantly, settling back to watch, a hand almost shyly going to his own hard cock to squeeze it lightly. ]

[winterfrosting]

[He makes a low chest-y whine at Vanilla stopping. Dark Cacao, the Dragon Lord and Ancient King does NOT pout. But his lips DO turn down a bit]

I feel I am being bullied.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Of course that's not a pout. ]

My dear, perish the thought! I would never bully you! You desired to show me something and I would never dream of interrupting what you wished to do!