Scott was having a blast. The moaning, the whimpers, the movement, the sound of that adorable little bell! He'd been avoiding touching any of Ryan's privates as part of the foreplay, but his fiance was as erect as he'd be if they'd been doing anything penetrative. He slid a free hand down Ryan's thigh, which graciously opened a little wider in invitation. Scott traced the outline of that perfectly skimpy pair of underwear with his finger.
When Scott traced the back side, his fingers came back stringy. Ryan was almost dripping wet. It seems someone else was enjoying this even more than he was! It was time to up the ante. He applied another small patch of whipped cream, and while he got busy on that, he reached for the vibrator wand they'd used last night. Ryan peeked his eyes open at the sound of the thing turning on, but a well timed kiss easily convinced him to close them again.
Scott got close to Ryan's ear. "Tell me how good I'm making you feel," he whispered, punctuating his sentence by suckling Ryan's earlobe.
"So good..." Ryan's voice was a low whine. "It feels... so good..."
They shared another squirt of whipped cream through a kiss as Scott began very gently running the vibrator along the length of Ryan's penis. To say that Ryan was having trouble concentrating would be an understatement.
Scott moved a little lower, lapping up chocolate sauce applied just under Ryan's collarbone. He moved the vibrator lower too, teasing Ryan's slick hole through its scant fabric covering. Ryan was arching his back in earnest, trying, and failing, to suppress his voice. Scott didn't let up. He wanted to push Ryan over the edge.
That's when something very warm, and very gooey, hit him square under the jaw. Under him, Ryan was panting heavily, face contorting as the waves of his orgasm hit him.
It brought a greedy smile to Scott's face. He wiped off Ryan's ejaculate and went in for another kiss. A tender, gentle kiss. Ryan practically melted.
"Your aim's pretty good, you know." Scott joked once Ryan opened his eyes back up. "Impressive distance this time, too!"
"What?" It took Ryan a few moments to have thoughts with any kind of cohesion.
Scott pointed out the residue on the back of his hand, and what was still stuck in his stubble. He thought it was funny. Sexy, even. Ryan lay under him in shock as the realization of what happened dawned on him.
"Safe to say we found your kink, Hot Stuff!" Scott chuckled.
"But I didn't mean to jizz on your face!" Ryan apologized, grabbing a tissue from the box on the hotel's nightstand to help wipe the mess from Scott's chin.
"Did you know you're the best tasting birthday cake I've ever had?"
"You're too much!" Ryan laughed. "And speaking of birthday, YOU'RE the one who's supposed to be in the receiving end of all the feel-good activities today, you know!"
"But, seeing you cum turns me on," Scott argued, keeping his voice low and seductive.
It wasn't a lie, either. Scott was ready to go. He was even dripping a little. Ryan stuck his tongue out at him, before hopping off the bed to retrieve the crown from where it had landed.
"Well, I say it's time for your highness," Ryan firmly placed the crown back on Scott's head, "to allow your consort to service you."
"Well, if you're that insistent, who am I to disagree?"
Ryan knelt on the floor between Scott's knees, wielding the whipped cream can in one hand and the chocolate sauce bottle in the other. Scott licked his lips in anticipation. He didn't do it often, but Ryan was a pro at filacio.
What Scott didn't expect was how COLD that stuff was! He suppressed the urge to jump as Ryan applied whipped cream in a neat spiral up the length of his penis. He definitely wasn't going to have to worry about climaxing too quickly anymore! The now almost droopy tower was topped off with a drizzle of chocolate before Ryan got to work.
Scott wasn't able to get in to it until all the offending COLD was licked away. Luckily, Ryan's mouth was warm and his tongue was skilled. Scott let himself fall back against the bed as he succumbed to his fiance's attentions. How Ryan got turned on by something like cold whipped cream was beyond him, but seeing as he himself was turned on by piss, he had no room to judge.
Licks, and nibbles, and suction made his whole body tingly from the toes up. Ryan almost seemed to be toying with him. He nearly came twice, but each time Ryan backed down a little before diving back in with enthusiasm. The little bell he was wearing sounded clearly with his movements. It was all driving Scott crazy, in a good way.
Ryan was very attentive to his task. He'd been trained well, and thoroughly, in this particular activity. The only difference was that now, he was sure he actually loved the person on the receiving end. And he was sure this person loved him. Besides, pleasing alphas is an omega's purpose in life, right? Ryan would very gladly please this particular alpha for the rest of his life.
Ryan edged him twice more before letting Scott finally cum, throat working so he wouldn't spill a drop. Scott twitched and trembled before him as Ryan sucked down the bitter goo. HE was the only one who could make Scott feel this way.
"Do you... even need... to breathe...?" Scott panted.
Ryan applied a little more suction at the tip before popping Scott's dick out of his mouth like a lollipop. "Consider it a special birthday service."
Scott beckoned Ryan closer with his finger, then pulled him down onto his chest, holding him close. They cuddled like that for a while, until Ryan admitted the cat headband he was wearing was starting to give him a headache. Scott removed it for him, tossing it to land gently on their bags.
"I think this needs to go, too." Scott ran his fingers along Ryan's hip, tracing the side strap of the thong, "At least, if you're up for round two?"
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The next morning, both of them were rushing frantically to pack their bags. Neither thought to set an alarm, and if they weren't quick, not only would they miss checkout, they'd also miss breakfast!
They'd both passed out after last night's vigorous bedroom activity. Ryan vaguely remembered Scott passing out on top of him, but his memory was a little fuzzy. They'd been running around all day yesterday, and Ryan thought he had the stamina... Either way, the first agreed upon activity in their frantic dash to get ready to leave was a joint shower in the hotel's small bathroom to wash off the sex stank and the sticky chocolate sauce residue.
After the third check to make sure they didn't forget anything, incidentally the second check revealed Scott would have left behind his phone charger, they made a mad dash to the elevators. If checkout didn't take too long, they should still have twenty minutes left of the hotel breakfast. They could always go out to eat, but Ryan wanted those seashell shaped waffles one more time. After last night, Scott had no problem indulging him.
They ended up making it with time to spare, and even got to enjoy a somewhat leisurely breakfast while the valet held their bags. They'd planned one last walk on the beach before heading home, and thankfully the hotel was willing to hold their bags and Scott's car until the end of the day. When they were done eating, Scott made sure to leave a tip for the staff to atone for delaying their cleanup efforts.
Hand in hand Scott and Ryan headed out towards the shore. Ryan made no fuss in wearing his shoes this time. He wasn't keen to deal with sandy socks for the drive home.
The walk was bittersweet. Tomorrow, work resumed as usual for both of them. But for now, there were sparkling waves crashing on the shore, cold sea wind, and seagull antics to enjoy.
Scott stopped suddenly, bending down to pick up a shell that caught his eye. He presented it to Ryan.
"These are hard to find in the summer with so many beach combers, but they make for a good souvenir."
Ryan studied the shell in his hand. It was a tight little spiral, like a unicorn horn, about the length of his thumb. "This is so cool!"
He pocketed the shell, then started scanning the ground in earnest as they continued their walk.
"Looking for more?" Scott asked.
"Of course! I have to find you one too!"
Ryan did eventually find one after they'd turned around and started to head back. It was a little smaller than the one Scott found, but Scott accepted it graciously, thanking his fiance with a kiss.
Their drive back to the city was quiet and uneventful. Scott made sure to plan an extra bathroom stop, but it wasn't necessary. Ryan had passed out shortly after they'd left the beach side town, and slept all the way home.