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-Ten days before Christmas , Sunday Morning, Britin-
"If you’re already making vacation plans for next year you might want to consider leaving the White parties of Miami and Ibiza behind and take a trip to the Portuguese village of Amarante," Justin notes lifting his eyes from his laptop as he's lounged on the Italian sofa in the nicely lit warm living room reading an online travel site.
"Why would I want to go there?" Brian squints at Justin from across the sofa. Putting the Sunday news papers aside while peering at his husband through his reading glasses Brian can already sense where this conversation is going but he's willing to listen anyway.
"In early June, the quiet village becomes a bustle of activity as residents prepare for the São Gonçalo festival, an annual celebration with some pretty unique customs attached to it," Justin reads out loud then lifts his eyes from his laptop screen again to gaze at Brian.
"Go on, I'm listening," Brian huffs, noticing the unmistakable blue twinkle in his partner's eyes.
"The most notable are the “Doces falicos” or “phallic sweets”—sugary, glazed treats shaped unambiguously like the male member," Justin continues reading, accentuating the last word then licking his lips seductively.
"Hmm… " Brian groans in a low voice, his eyes darkening with lust as his member grows considerably.
"Oh but wait, there's more," Justin continue joyfully "It says here that it's believed the cakes are part of a fertility ritual that predates Christianity."
"Thank you for the history lesson Taylor but I'm too fucking horny for it right now," Brian says in a deep husky voice as he closes the distance between himself and Justin, leaning into him while they're still seated on the sofa.
"They’re considered to be lucky charms and are given as tokens of affections—sort of like X-rated Valentines—and are sometimes bought by… " He stops mid sentence to stare at Brian before he continues reading the last part of the article "...by single women… in hopes of finding Mr. Right,"
"Judging by their size, that’s a pretty tall order to live up to for anyone who might be looking to find Mr. Right," Brian notes with a raised eyebrow.
"You might not believe this but some of those little devils come with a cream filling…" Justin says in a muffled lust-filled voice.
"Of course they do," Brian lets out a low passionate moan and sticks his tongue deep in Justin's mouth.
By now both men are already lying naked on the thick carpet by the fire, their sweatpants and T shirts tossed aside. Justin is lying on his back one leg lifted high above in the air while the other rests on Brian's shoulder. Throwing his head backwards Justin surrenders to the ultimate pleasure Brian's skilled –well lubed- fingers as well as Brian's tongue give him as they work their way inside of him, massaging and caressing him from the inside out and back again. Justin feels he can cum right there without even having Brian's dick inside of him but he also knows this is only the foreplay and that there's more to come soon. Very very soon if he could have anything to do with it because he just can't contain himself any longer but Brian takes his time, breathe deeply and seems to be slowing down.
" Briaan… Why'd you stop?" Justin urges under his breath.
"Well… I dunno, I thought now might be a good time to book us a trip there so we would be able to see those unusual wonders from up close…" Brian teases huskily.
"Get your ass back in here Kinney and fuck me. NOW!" Justin demands.
"Don't worry Sunshine, MY Doce falicas is not going anywhere but HERE," Brian replies, his breathe becomes shallow and labored with each thrust deep inside his lover. " And it cums with it's own cream filling right…about… now… urghhmmf..."
"Fuck yeahhh," Justin lets out a loud passionate cry and releases his own orgasm seconds later as Brian's dick hits his prostate at the right spot.
"That was fucking great," Justin whispers as Brian spoons him from behind kissing him on the soft spot behind his ear while they're trying to even their breathe.
"That was AAAMZING," Brian replies in a post coital deep voice. "And just so you know YOURS is the only lucky charm I'll ever need twat,"
"Ever the romantic. But thanks for saying that Brian. You KNOW you're MY one and only Mr. Right,"
"Okay okay...Shut the fuck up,"
"Up for another round then Taylor?"