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Creamy	By : Konora Category: G through L > Lazytown Views: 5534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Have fun Stephanie!�

Sportacus waved to the figure of Stephanie running off to hang out at Trixie�s house. He looked around, hands on hips. Well, now what? Now that the kids were getting a bit older, they didn�t get into trouble as often as they used to. He knew he�d have a few hours of free time. But it wasn�t even close to 8:08 yet. Nothing to do but go back home and practice. Stephanie had gotten a strange video game system from Pixel a while back, and he had grown a little fond of Dance Dance Revolution. Maybe he�d play that.

When he stepped into the house, he found evidence of Robbie being present. He sighed and picked up the shoes that had apparently been flung off and left laying around. He placed them neatly next to the door, then straightened up and looked around for their owner. Living room, no. Bedroom, no. Sportacus wandered into the kitchen, puzzled. Those were usually the two places Robbie gravitated towards when he stopped by (which was often) but if he wasn�t there, where else?� He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide.

Robbie Rotten was sitting on a stool next to the kitchen island counter, looking lazy, as was usual. In front of him was a shallow dish, and an open carton.

An open carton of cream.

Sportacus watched, transfixed, as Robbie dipped two long fingers into the dish of cream and then brought it leisurely up to his mouth and licked them clean of the liquid.

If Sportacus had known anything about sex, he would have recognized that he was very turned on at that moment. Horny, turned on, ready to go. As it was, he knew one thing: he really really liked that.

Robbie glanced up as Sportacus moved forward automatically.

�Hello,� he said casually, tongue darting out to capture a droplet of cream. �Took you long enough.� He didn�t get the opportunity to say more than that, because he instantly had a warm tongue shoved into his mouth, lapping up the trace amounts of creamy liquid. His eyes fluttered shut and he attempted to reciprocate, but the sports elf was having none of it, so intent was he on stealing every drop of it from his mouth. Robbie moaned quietly and let him.

Eventually, tasting no more of the delicious substance, Sportacus released him, reluctantly, and instead pressed close, breathing warmly on the man�s neck. Robbie shivered and attempted to maintain a sense of control. It had been his plan, from the beginning, to sexually tease and taunt the sports elf with what he knew was something the man couldn�t resist. Robbie dipped his fingers into the dish again and lifted them up.

�You really like your treats, don�t yo-�

He was cut off again, but this time in shock. Sportacus had intercepted his fingers and was gently sucking and licking the substance off. Oh hell, was that humming too? Robbie felt his vision swim and his pants tighten.

Sportacus removed the long digits from his mouth. He breathed a little heavily, feeling warm. He could really go for some playtime with Robbie. Was the taller man even in the right mood? He glanced up cautiously.

Oh, yes. The glazed over heated stare told it all. And if that wasn�t enough, the sports elf abruptly found himself crushed up against him, where he could feel very clearly exactly what mood his love was in. With that particular worry gone, Sportacus had absolutely no qualms about giving in to whatever whim struck him. He grinned in a very un-Sportacus manner and breathed into Robbie�s ear.

�Bed.�

Robbie slid off the stool, keeping hold of Sportacus (past experience warned him that when the elf felt frisky, it also meant he felt playful- and chasing the bastard around the house for half an hour wasn�t going to happen again). Sportacus let himself be led into the bedroom, but sneakily grabbed the carton of cream and kept it hidden.

As soon as the bed was in view, Sportacus tripped Robbie and sent him sprawling across the mattress with a feminine yelp. The sports elf quickly set the carton down at the edge of the bed and pounced on Robbie, undressing him quickly, despite half-hearted struggles. Sportacus knew well enough by now that this was Robbie�s way of playing. Something like tug of war. Once clothes were disposed of, Sportacus leaned over and reached� Robbie watched curiously, wondering what he was up to. His eyes widened as he saw the carton.

�Oh, hell,� he breathed.

Sportacus had him straddled. He was on his back, naked, on a bed, and straddled by an elf who was currently looking at both him and the cream with equal hunger. If it were a ride, Robbie would have had white knuckles from hanging on for dear life.

He flinched a little as the cool liquid was carefully poured onto his chest. Sportacus immediately bent over and started lapping it up eagerly, warm tongue and lips coming through cold cream to meet equally warm flesh. It made Robbie�s heart beat frantically, and he saw flashes of white across his vision. Forget cake. Sportacus poured a small trail out, starting at his chest and ending just below his stomach. The elf let it sit there for a moment, admiring his double treat, before he slowly licked his way downwards, savoring it. Robbie made a small sound in his throat and his eyes closed. Hell, forget every ounce of sugar on the planet. He�d eat fruits and vegetables for the rest of his life as long as this kept going on.

Sportacus hummed lowly as he lapped up the cream. This had to be heaven. It felt too good not to be. Everything felt fantastic. He opened his eyes a little and looked at Robbie. The pale man was flushed, eyes closed, and definitely enjoying himself. Sportacus allowed himself a true elfish grin- one full of mischief and mirth and not a little bit of seduction. Robbie had probably planned this. He had such a clever love. It was perfect.

He got off of Robbie, resting between his legs. He tipped the carton just enough to let a small amount of cream trail out and drip onto the man�s hardness.

�Oops,� he purred as Robbie flinched at the cold. �I spilled some.� To hell with the mess this created on the sheets. He gave the cream-covered head a gentle, short, teasing lick. Robbie moaned and bucked his hips, which sent a thrill of satisfied pleasure through Sportacus. He held Robbie down with one hand.

�Shh,� he shushed Robbie. �I want to enjoy my treat.�

�God, you sonofabitch,� Robbie breathed, already far too turned on to tolerate much more. �I told you no teasing.� Sportacus grinned and licked a droplet of cream that was sliding downward off of the hot skin. The mewl that wrenched itself from Robbie�s throat was just as delicious.

�Who�s the tease?� he questioned, breathing hotly onto the wet skin in between swipes of his tongue. �Me? Or the man who was in the kitchen licking cream off his fingers?�� He sucked lightly, relishing the contrasting flavors and savoring the cream. Robbie broke, pleading incoherently while he kept trying to press his hips upward, even though there was no chance of getting any further without Sportacus letting him. He didn�t care. The world was hazed, and all that mattered was more. And he begged for it.

And what kind of hero would he have been if he didn�t answer Robbie�s pleas for help?

He removed his mouth from around Robbie, ignoring the whimpered protest, and quickly threw open a drawer and retrieved a clear plastic bottle. He opened it and spread some liquid on his fingers, then pressed those fingers against Robbie�s entrance and the tips of his fingers teased it. He didn�t have any of the experience doing this that Robbie did, but hell if he wasn�t a fast learner. He watched Robbie gasp slightly, his head back and eyes fluttering shut. One finger slipped in, then another, stretching and preparing. Robbie twitched and made small sounds of pleasure throughout the process, until finally Sportacus removed the digits and used the remaining liquid on himself. He pressed against the widened entrance, leaning over Robbie�s prone form. A second passed.

�Oh god, you�re not going to make me beg for it are you?� Robbie complained, desperately. �I can�t take anymore. I want it. Give.� Sportacus would have found the childish wording amusing, but he already had every intention of giving.

�If that�s what you want,� he said. Robbie gave him an utterly frustrated look with liberal amounts of pathetic mixed in, and ground his hips upward in a silent demand. Sportacus pushed in slowly, and he shuddered in ecstasy even as Robbie was groaning. He moved inside him, taking time to savor the feeling. It wasn�t often he got to be the one �giving,� so he was going to enjoy every single moment and draw them out.

Robbie had other ideas.

The taller man snatched the carton up and drank a mouthful of the stuff. This needed to go faster, and the elf was taking his damned sweet time, tormenting him further. Well, the only solution to that was to drive him over the edge.

Luckily, Robbie thought the elf was pretty damn hot when he lost control.

The carton was snatched back and shoved onto the bedside table. Robbie opened his eyes and nearly came right there. Sportacus was staring down at him, hard, with a smoldering look of determination. Abruptly, Robbie�s mouth was forced open in a hard kiss, the sports elf ravaging his mouth for every drop of sweet cream, and simultaneously pounded into the thin man underneath him. Robbie moaned louder than he could ever remember making any noise during sex. The elf finally found that certain place and he pressed against it with every hard thrust. That combined with the aggressive tongue in his mouth and the friction between them against his own need caused his vision to tunnel suddenly. It felt like every pleasure-center in his mind and body simultaneously went off, and his back arched up off the mattress as he dug fingers into the sports elf�s shoulders. He was absolutely rigid for a moment, before collapsing bonelessly back down, panting and gasping for air while savoring the sweet release.

Sportacus groaned Robbie�s name loudly and released inside of him, various muscles throughout his body twitching sporadically, which usually only happened after a very vigorous workout. The sharp passionate fire that felt like it had been scorching the inside of his veins dulled to a soft, content warmth and he carefully rested on top of Robbie, catching his breath quickly. Robbie�s own panting was slowly lessening, until he was merely breathing deeply. Sportacus watched him curiously and adoringly, feeling very much like a kitten in a panel of sunlight: utterly happy and content, and likely about to doze off. Robbie�s face conveyed a similar state, but far closer to the dozing bit than his.

�We need to buy more cream,� Robbie murmured sleepily, still holding Sportacus loosely. The sports elf laughed quietly.

�Not too much. It�s really not that healthy.�

�Like I care.�

Sportacus kissed him until he felt Robbie stop responding, and pulled back. The man had fallen asleep. Sportacus smiled, feeling almost lazy, but not quite enough to nap, and he shifted to lay on his side, while Robbie muttered in his sleep and turned to cling to him more tightly.

�Stephanie needs to have sleepovers more often,� was the last truly coherent thought he had before he let his mind wander, holding the softly snoring Robbie close.
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