Tasty Tidbits

Pentagon stared at the three foot long, chitiny, fleshy, grey meat stick hanging out in front of him, dripping with thick, milky, precum as it throbbed with veiny intensity.

He nervously gulped, feeling his uvula beginning to shake in fear. “...I swear I hate you, but this obviously proves the opposite,” he said, sweat beading heavily upon his forehead.

It seemed as if his husband’s inflated penis nodded with eager libido, seemingly expanding and prodding softly on Pentagon’s muzzle.

“What’s wrong, Penny? Scared?”

“Scared of what?” Pentagon asked. Oculus’ cock throbbed harder once again. “...that...”

Gripping the pelvis’ end on Oculus’ thighs, Pentagon dipped his head forward, swallowing the prick’s peak entirely, but that was only a small piece.

There was still a good two feet, with the nice favorable breeze of nine inches to go.

Oculus grabbed the tuft of frill on the back of Pentagon’s neck, pulling him closer and bucking his hips forward. That was enough to drill another five inches of beefy, bountiful flesh further into his husband’s throat.

“G-Gauhg!”

Pentagon let out a short moan of surprise and pleasure, gripping harder on Oculus’ thighs.

“Can you fit anymore in there?”

He heard Oculus ask, a less playful and generally questioning and concerned tone in his voice. Pentagon wasn’t normally one to back out of a challenge, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to win this game.

“Mnh-Mm...”

He shook his head. Oculus smiled and pulled his pulsing prick from Pentagon’s maw. “Heh, knew you couldn’t handle it.”

Pentagon rolled his eyes as Oculus pulled him up, tugging him close.

“You’re the worst...” the former complained, looking away. Oculus grabbed his ear, pulling his face toward his own and going in for a hot kiss.

Pentagon pushed up against him, tugging at his shirt.

“Rough fuck?” He asked, rubbing at Oculus’ collarbone with a sensual touch.

“Hell yeah,” Oculus replied with a smirk.