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The hot liquid poured into Phil’s mouth, filling it up as he sucks it down from Dan’s fingertip.
Suddenly, he pulls away, “Put it on.” He says, breathless from gulping down the finger coffee.
“Wot?”
“The ab suit. Put it on.”
Dan glances at the silicone suit on the floor, to Phil’s face, then back at the suit. He stands up and shoots the liquid out of his fingers as lubricant to slip on the abs.
”Better?”
”Better. Now come on, finger my mouth.”
Naturally, he does as the phrincess says, and gets back on the bed, holding his cheek with the non-liquid-protruding-hand, and nudges his mouth open with his thumb, staring at Phil’s lips and suddenly becoming aware of his own chapped lips.
Taking his liquid-protruding-finger, he squirts out the liquid chapstick from his middle finger and rubs it in.
”Quicker, it’s my birthday, remember? Pay attention to me.”
Phil whines.
“Yeah, yeah. Alright.”
Dan hides his admiration with a thin veil once more, taking his pointer and sliding it into Phil’s mouth, squirting the coffee inside.
Phil hums around it, sucking down to get a taste of the morning coffee, mixed with the saltiness of Dan’s skin.
“Warmer.”
Phil muffles.
Dan rolls his eyes and turns his left nipple, warming it up for Phil.
Phil moans at the exquisite taste, sucking deeper, gulping down more by the second.
There’s a stirring underneath the ab suit, suddenly ejecting a hand from the stomach, an exact copy of Dan’s hand, reaching for Phil’s mouth.
The hand stretches Phil’s mouth open wider as he glances down upon it, letting it happen, and suddenly his mouth is filled with more coffee, two hands in his mouth, being sucked and filling him with coffee.
It does something to Dan. He twists his nipple to make it warmer, causing Phil to whimper at the hot sensation.
“Creamer.”
He orders.
So once more, Dan does as the phrincess says, and creams in Phil’s mouth.
Phil screams, pulling back,
”Dan! Not the chapstick!”
He yells, spitting out a coffee chapstick explosion onto the bedsheets, glaring up at Dan.
”Shit, sorry, one more chance?” He asks, hoping to appease Phil’s pheelings.
Phil pauses.
”Sure.” He agrees, desperate for the finger coffee and creamer.
Dan slips his fingers back into Phil’s mouth, ejecting more coffee and warm cream into the wet region.
Phil shuts his eyes and moans around Dan’s coffee fingers, then opens them again to look up at Dan, bringing his delicate, pale hand up and running it across Dan’s silicone abs, squirting out liquid gold all over it.
Pulling off of the coffee fingers with a gasp-sounding whine, he licks the gold off of the artificial six-seven-pack, and leans up to kiss Dans, now smooth thanks to his liquid chapstick finger, lips.
The liquid gold transfers inside like a mother bird feeding pheir baby.
He pulls away, sitting on Dan’s lap, and as the mother bird he is, offers his cake nipple to Dan, as Dan begins to bite it off, as his fingers make pheir way back to Phil’s mouth, and empties out the coffee inside of him again.
”Can the waiter do this?”
Dan whispers in Phil’s ear, biting his earlobe that melted into a cakey buttercream texture, swallowing it and shooting out as much coffee as possible into Phil’s mouth.
”No,”
Phil gasps, swallowing the coffee and anticipating more, until Dan reaches his limit and empties out the creamer one last time, making a full cup of morning coffee inside of Phil’s mouth.
Leaning down, he sips some from Phil, and swallows it.
”Good.”
Dan thinks out loud, pulling his fingers back all the way, and resting them on Phil’s comically huge ass.
“Get me my fleece, please.”
Dan nods, and pulls it out of his ring finger, putting it around Phil’s shoulders, and zipping it up for him.
“Thank you.”
”Any more birthday wishes?” Dan checks before he does anything else, thoughtfully.
”Yes actually, I have an idea.” Phil gives a cheeky grin.
Dan raises an eyebrow, curious.
”Try new things, right?” Phil whispers in Dan’s ear, coming closer and toning down the volume of his voice, “Do you have any coffee left, Howell?”
”Yes,” Dan nods, gulping.
”Here’s the thing, I want it in a different hole, if you know what I mean.”
Dan grasps Phil’s cake and spins bim around, pressing his stomach agaisnt the bed as a wide smile grows upon Phil’s face.
Taking his hands, careful not to trigger the liquid shooting fingers, he brings up Phil’s hips, exposing his sphinx-like back arch.
A finger slips in, the finger.
The coffee begins to fill up Phil, mewls escaping from his lips.
”You like that, don’t you? You coffee slut,”
Dan whispers against the creamy, crumby earlobe, twisting the saliva-ridden finger inside of Phil as it spills more and more coffee inside of him, filling him up with warm, drinkable liquid.
”Phuck, Phil. You’re gonna need creamer with that too, huh?”
Phil nods, the hands that were previously being used to cover the pheals eyes, now gripping pheir eyes, and almost gouging phem out.
”Whatever you say, phrincess.” Dan mumbles, and shoots out the creamer inside of Phil accompanying the coffee.
They both let out orgasmic noises, as Dan pulls the fingers out and wipes them on Phil’s brand new birthday fleece.
Grabbing at the phass, Dan shoots out superglue from his pinky, and shuts his cheeks closed with coffee and creamer forever.
“Dan… coffee me.”
“Again??” Dan exclaims with shock,
”No, I mean I want to drink it.”
“Oh. Right.”
Dan lies back down beside Phil, his fingers working their way back into his mouth, watching Phil latch on and suck, dragging out every drop of salty finger-coffee, as Dan leans down and latches his own mouth against Phil’s cake nipples.