How to Overflow with Dusk and Stardust

Cream

Why he longed for someone to break him, he had no idea. It was a nauseating, catastrophic mess, the inner gears of his heart and mind. Chaos that began long ago, starting with his family and spilling into his school life. Loneliness, deafening, blinding loneliness, constantly left him breathless. Longing for more, aching for anything beyond the dark of night. He began his tale alone and feared he'd always be alone, no matter how hard he reached for the sky.

Food comforted him. Particularly food of the sweetest sensations. The mere thought of being filled with it, suffocated with it, excited him. The thought of being overfed by an incredibly handsome, breathtaking stranger? Definitely fifty cherries on top of an already delicious sundae. Plus, Vega having a lengthy history in the field of feeding added even more dollops of excitement. Apparently, a certain dashing Prince Charming had a record of stuffing his toys to the brim, relishing in their ecstasy and struggles, before he moved onto the next. But as Vega came with an unbearably gorgeous set of eyes, a smooth, deep voice and powerful hands, it was difficult to resist him.

Which was why Aster didn't mind him shoving creamy whipped cream into his ass.

With his face buried into a pillow, he moaned long and deep, surrendering to the creamy white icing slithering into his asshole. His all-too-happy boyfriend (was it all right to call Vega his boyfriend?) was getting ready to eat-and he was getting ready to eat out of him. His ass, to be precise. How many people had he done that too, though? Would Vega, someone indescribably beautiful and tantalizing, abandon him once the fun was done?

Would the loneliness come back?

Aster gripped the sides of his bed, moaning deeper, harder, with no room to breathe. Pleasure overtook him, clashing with the pain of loneliness that could possibly return. Vega had started eating out of him, sucking in between his ass cheeks as though he hadn't eaten in days, his tongue ravenous but careful, slow, powerful. Aster's moans deepened, realizing his boyfriend was eating him like cake, sucking the whipped cream out of his ass. And it just felt so damn good. So damn good to have his tongue, his lips, devouring him. "You're a naughty little piggy, aren't you?" Vega purred, hands gripping Aster's buttocks.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Me eating out of your pretty, plump ass."

Aster nodded breathlessly, his entire body tingling with electric pleasure, his vision shredded by electric euphoria. "What would you like me to do next, sweet pea?" Vega asked, caressing the other's cheeks, beaming with velvety euphoria. "You make the call, precious. Do you want me to fill you up with cakes and cookies again? You DO love your chocolate chip cookies."

Aster also loved Vega shoving soft, chocolate chip cookies into his already-full mouth.

"Or we could keep it simple. I could simply fuck you in your pretty, creamy little asshole so hard, you won't be able to breathe. I could always feed you later. How about it?"

He wanted both things to happen. Wanted Vega to cram more hot, chewy cookies down his throat, with those beautiful, sensual eyes of his. Wanted his stomach to swell with more food shoved into him by his gorgeous boyfriend. But he also wanted Vega to cum inside of him. To wreck whatever was left of him. 

"...feed me. Please. Please feed me."

Food won in the end. As much as Aster loved Vega's tongue sliding around his ass, he needed to be fed. Needed his boyfriend to break him with cakes and pies again. 

Food would block out his fear. His fear of being left behind. By the first person he had grown close to.

"You're a fat piggy, aren't you? I love it," Vega practically sang, rising to his feet. "Stay right where you are, beautiful. I've got a few cakes I'd like to introduce you to."