What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 2: Fun With Food- Dorbyn

Summary: There are plenty of things you can put honey on/in. In ceral, on toast... on your boyfriend. In your boyfriend

Corbyn's POV
The older watched through hooded eyes as warm, thick honey dripped onto his nipple. His lover looking on in lust-induced concentration.

A sharp clink filled the silent air, the glass jar discarded to the bedside table while Daniel leaned down, movements painfully slow. Corbyn whined out, shifting beneath him.

" What did I tell you?" Hot breath fanning over his coated breast made him shudder.

" I need to be patient," he whispered, body tense, still watching. Daniel chuckled, caressing his inner thigh.

" I'll pleasure you, I promise. Just, relax, okay?" Their lips lay centimeters apart. Corbyn swallowed thickly, nodding. Daniel rolled his eyes fondly, he was too easy sometimes.

He placed a gentle peck to his lips, before moving to the sensitive bud. He placed his open mouth over it, hot tongue moving to lap heavily at the sweet fluid.

Corbyn grabbed softly at their sheets, breaths already becoming labored. Daniel made a show of playing with him, nipping and biting at the taunt skin. Quiet whimpers escaping his love.

He pulled away, taking his nipple with him. He let go, watching it snap back into place. Daniel teased its twin, lithe fingers playing with his penis.

He pulled away completely the second Corbyn bucked. His submissive whined loudly, pouting at him.

" Daddy!"

" Patience, Baby." He laughed, hand moving to rub his belly.

" I am being patient! You keep teasing." His lip poked out, slowly melting under his touch.

" No bucking, alright?" He kissed him sweetly, grabbing the honey from beside the lamp.

" Yes, daddy." Daniel smiled, kissing him again.

" Roll over, Baby. Hands and knees." Corbyn did as he was told, keeping his butt in air.

The larger admired his view, sturring the bee-juice with his finger. He teased the rim of the jar, Corbyn moaning as he watched.

Daniel scooped some onto his index, rubbing his sticky finger against his tight anus. He dipped it in, barely going past his first knuckle.

He watched carefully as he pulled the finger out, seeing Corbyn tense to prevent thrusting back. Daniel praised him with a tender kiss to his ass-cheek. He lathered his other digits in honey, pushing them in one by one.

He scissored him apart at two. His baby moaning and whining in gratitude. Daniel shook his head at his lack of control, finding it adorable.

Once the third was nestled into him, the younger curled each slowly, forcing his hand in deeper.

He thrusted quick and rough, the glue-like sauce made each movement harder than the last. Corbyn's sharp whimpers Daniel's only indication of pain.

After insuring his walls were thoroughly glazed, he pulled out. The blonde boy sighing, body relaxing. Daniel spread his cheeks, licking his lips.

" Are you ready?"

" Please."

Daniel leaned in, dragging his tongue over the glistening ring, teasing it with his tip. Corbyn stayed quiet, only heavy breaths leaving his lips.

The middle-child slowly, but surely buried every inch into him. The faux blonde groaning deep, waves of gentle pleasure lapping at his nerves.

Daniel's ocean blue gaze fluttered shut, tastebuds tingling. The sweet honey was a perfect accent to Corbyn's natural flavor.

Pale fingers gripped tightly at pristine sheets, mouth hanging open in ecstasy. His toes curled, hips tense. Don't buck. Don't buck.

Daniel trailed his fingers over his inner thigh, silent praise.

He pressed his lips flush to the opening, sucking hard. Corbyn whimpered out, legs spreading and knees shaking. His cock dripped pre onto their bed, his only warning of the approaching dam break.

Daniel focused all his energy on licking him clean. Swallowing a beautiful mixture of saliva, honey, and musk.

" D-Dani," Corbyn whined, pressing his forehead to the sheets. He moaned out, back arching as he came. Spraying streams of hot sperm.

Daniel pulled back, ropes of spit connecting them for only a few seconds.

Corbyn panted hard, coming down gradually from one of the best orgasms of his life. His boyfriend chuckled, smirking to him.

" See. Good things do come to those who wait."

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