Prompt: #91 Champaign
Word count: 100
Summary: More wedding night fun.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Rose Petals and Champaign (#91 Champaign)
“Don’t move.” Charlie whispered as Ian lay debauched, rose petals clinging to his skin.
Ian lay still as Charlie opened the Champaign. He poured some into a glass then poured some into the hollow of Ian’s throat. Ian held his breath and Charlie sucked the Champaign away.
He poured more into Ian’s navel mixing it with fresh cum then loudly slurped it away. Ian giggled.
Charlie dribbled more over Ian’s soft cock then sucked it away. Ian moaned. Charlie handed Ian the rest of the glass. Ian drank.
“Love, I never want to drink Champaign again, unless it’s with you.”