Scene: Skylar & Casey - I’m just having breakfast. Who: The Aller’s What: A casual romp When: Saturday, June 18 - morning Where: Their room Status: Complete Rating: NSFW
It had meant to be a small surprise for Casey. Skylar enjoyed baking and creating new things especially with the knowledge that his husband would be able to give into a bit of temptation. He’d whipped up a batch of assorted cupcakes (it was hard to decide on just one flavor) and brought it back to their room with high hopes.
What he hadn’t expected was what that gesture had spiraled into. Not that he was complaining. A leg kicked away the remaining heap of sheets that was barely holding on in a Mission Impossible style cling. Casey was on his back, bare, and Skylar was nestled cheekily between those long, sprawled legs. Sky clutched a piping bag of icing in his hand and was making small clouds on his husband’s taut stomach. Each flick of his wrist produced a small button of buttercream. Those hazel eyes lifted and focused with each circle, before he dipped down to lap the sweet cream from milky skin. He’d started up at the clavicle and worked his way slowly down.
The stomach, the v of the groin, an inner thigh. Licking a bit of frosting from his own lips, Skylar piped a small circle onto the purpled head of Casey’s member. That playful gaze observed throughout the short duration, and then the small bag was set aside and out of the way. Since that one night they’d come home to mix a drunk Skylar with chocolate sauce, they’d incorporated sweet additions into their love life which he was glad for. Keeping his gaze on Case, Skylar dipped down to lap the cream off of that tip, watching his husband’s reaction as he did so. His own organ twitched excitedly.
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The joys of one Casey Aller: the man could sleep. Med school and years of shifts where you got sleep when you were blessed to have a moment made it so he could snooze damn near anywhere. But when he got to tangle up in bed with his beautiful husband knowing he had two days off in a row? Well all bets were off.
When he was working or on call, it was so easy for Case to wake up. But times like this let his body relax, there was no need for hyper vigilance, odds were it was just Skylar sneaking about. It’s not like he wouldn’t wake up if his alarm went off or a devil just whispered in his dreams.
Speaking of dreams, the doctor was definitely enjoying an alternative to their first night together. Skylar, spread out amongst the flowers in the Atrium without a care in the world, as he crawled up that perfect body. And in a blink, that mischievous smirk was shining down on him as the baker took control.
“baby,” he breathed, head shifting on the pillows as his body pressed into that skilled mouth. Fucking hell, the dream lined up so well with what was happening that the doctor barely started to wake up.
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That sleepy groan caused Skylar to hum. His throat was locked around the firmness, vibrating muscles against the sweet, tender flesh. His fingers followed his mouth upward and Skylar relinquished his hold with a satisfying pop from his mouth. Tendrils of saliva was all that connected those plump, icing coated lips to his sweet prize. “Hey,” he murmured softly. Another ring of icing would circle its way across that moistened head and he piped a trail down the underside.
A sticky palm found purchase on Casey’s thigh and Skylar dipped down again to chase the sweet cream with the edge of his tongue. Softly he exhaled through his nose. Casey was a sight fully clothed, but naked and sprawled out on sheets with moans tumbling out of his mouth? Skylar was helpless. He would’ve obeyed any command uttered in that deep, throaty tone.
He wouldn’t admit to giving Nate a few pointers - but even the Devil needed a bit of R&R and who better to initiate it than the person you wanted to spend your life with. “Just relax, baby,” Skylar cooed in a gentle way, “I’m just having breakfast.”
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A curse slipped out as Skylar iced him up again, reality pulling him even closer to the surface. Just a few more moments of indulgence and the doctor’s eyes were lazily sliding open, blinking away the sleep as he realized why his dream felt so damn real. A soft laugh came as his hand tangled through raven colored locks, “you’re just a sexy little devil in disguise.” Leave the illegal nonsense to the blue eyed ones, his babe was just there to be wicked with his mouth and a piping bag.
“Who am I to stop you from having a balanced meal,” not that frosting and cock was high on the pyramid, but it’s not like Casey was in doctor mode right about then. Skylar told him to relax and there was no way he was about to start arguing with a babe welding a piping bag.
He settled back into the pillows, “if they only knew you practiced piping on me and not cupcakes.”
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“I don’t even have the trademark blues,” he chimed, although the way his mouth split open was anyone’s guess. Another circle of icing and Skylar arched a brow before diving down onto it to lap it up. He groaned, sticky…sweet.
Frosting and cock was high on his personal pyramid as long as they belonged to the current tree that had sap flowing from its roots. Maybe he was an incubus incarnate. Maybe he just loved the pleasure he brought to the man of his dreams.
“They’d be so curious.” Another circle of icing, this time on the skin closest to the V. He lapped it up.
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“Yeah, but I know where you hide the horns,” in the same place another angelic guy did, tucked right into that mess of silly hair to prop up the halo. It was like all the babes on the island secretly had tricks up their sleeves, but Casey only had eyes for the one currently frosting him up. The only one who mattered and would keep on mattering till the end of time.
Casey hummed as Skylar’s attention shifted away from the bit of anatomy that wanted his attention, “pretty sure people would try to pay for the job of willing canvas.” Stretch out nice and pretty, letting the baker just work his magic across their skin till they begged for him to lap it up. But the doctor wasn’t worried, he knew he had that job in the bag.
Speaking of bags, a quick hand swiped the frosting from Skylar, “lemme see that.” A messy stripe found it’s way going up the doctor's chest with a telling smirk.
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Skylar flicked his tongue out playfully. He did spend a lot of time with Nate and Jude. Tricks weren’t necessary. He just knew what he liked. He loved Casey and keeping things interesting was the best thing for their marriage. At least, that’s what Jude had told him.
“I just want your love,” he growled playfully. No money in the world was worth that. Casey had no competition. Skylar was all about the tall, tree of a doctor and there was nothing that could change his mind.
Skylar snorted. “Hey!” And then he leaned forward to lap up the trail of sticky icing left from the bag. His mouth found Casey’s. “I love you.”
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And, honestly, if there was anyone outside their bedroom that actually knew what Casey liked, it was Jude. There had been little moments where his green eyed babe did something that gave away just how much the mini-devil and the baker were sharing. It was kinda sweet in a way, which he’d gladly take over the shitstorm they went through in the past.
“You’ve got it all, baby,” he purred in return, no one else could come close to getting a claim. A little band of gold and a perpetual hickey worn proudly somewhere on his body made sure of that.
Casey managed his most innocent face before melting into the kiss, “I love you too.” And clearly the best way to show just how much he loved Skylar, the doctor wrapped a leg around his babe to flip their situation. An pair of somewhat shaky hearts were piped over the baker’s nipples before Casey’s tongue went to make quick work of the frosting.
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Maybe anyone else would’ve been upset or put off by discussing those types of things about their husband with an ex, but Skylar welcomed the chance to bond. It was better than fighting or someone ending up in the infirmary. He knew he didn’t want to go back to the hospital no matter how much he loved the man currently covered in sticky icing.
He wasn’t worried but the confirmation made him smile. “Good.” No devils were likely to take his man away if they all got along.
And then Skylar was on his back. He smirked and glanced down at the little piped shapes. “Hey! Not bad for a doctor,” Skylar murmured. “I’ll hire you for cupcake duty.” But all other thoughts were quickly drowned as Casey’s tongue lapped up that sweet icing. Skylar turned into a puddle underneath that touch.
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It all really came down to playing nice in the end, as long as everyone kept on the straight and narrow. Which seemed to be working, but he really didn’t want to think about anyone else in that moment. The last thing either of them needed right about then was accidentally summoning a whispering devil in their ears looking to see that the commotion was.
“So you’re saying I should quit my day job?” Casey murmured against Skylar’s skin. “Might be a bit of a pay cut, but we could make it work,” though the squiggle that made its way across the baker’s hips that vaguely looked like his signature may have highlighted just how bad that idea was. Regardless, the tall doctor was chasing that frosting with his tongue to make that work disappear.
“This was a good idea,” the smirk spread across his face as Casey swirled a bit of frosting around the tip of Skylar’s cock, eyes flicking up as his mouth made quick work of it. Okay, frosting and cock might be his new favorite breakfast.
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As much as he knew about the Devil, Skylar wasn’t actually concerned. He wasn’t worried for his safety. But then, he also tried to find the good in people. He had nothing to hide, either. Let the blue eyed devil look into his mind.
“And be my baking assistant?” He laughed but tried to look serious. “We could carpool.” And there would be less blood and danger. Skylar leaned into that squiggle piped onto his skin. The muscle that followed had the baker nearly purring.
“It’s my favorite start to the day,” Skylar chimed, wiggling his brows. They were on the same page when it came to a preferred way to start the day. But his jaw dropped and rendered any other words blurred and useless.
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“Better for the environment,” and Casey would have a normal schedule, not get woken up in the middle of the night for emergencies, great work life balance…Y’know, that was sounding mildly inviting and maybe there’d be some soul searching after breakfast.
There was something special about reducing Skylar to a mess of noises. Always so well spoken, and yet here he was melted into a puddle of need as Casey swallowed him down. No matter how many times they found themselves in this situation, it was the doctor’s favorite place to be. Big, brown eyes watched the beautiful babe spread out above him with hungry eyes. The frosting might have helped with some actual hunger, but the only thing that could satisfy him was currently stuck in a state without words.
No matter there, the doctor wasn’t scared to just take what he wanted. While the idea of frosting being used for lube came up, the medical side of his brain went no fucking way. But he could just flip Skylar over and frost him some buns in the most literal sense. After some rearranging, strong hands flipped his darling husband over till those glorious buns were pointed skyward and easily frostable. Gone were the neat lines in favor of an artful squiggle across the crack and ended at that tight ring of muscle.
Casey took his time tracing over the frosting, arms wrapping around Skylar’s waist so he couldn’t wiggle too far away. “My favorite canvas,” was spoken softly against a cheek before his tongue delved between those mounds to take care of the frosting situation.
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“Agreed.” They’d be able to work together and create amazing things easily boasted humbly about. He wouldn’t be selfish enough to take Casey from his patients, though. The island was better with him in the Med bay.
And then he was spinning. Hardened organ pressed into the sheets and he thrust forward in a slow motion to take care of himself. While the fabric wasn’t ideal, he shivered in a mess. He might’ve held his buns up tauntingly on purpose. Maybe.
And then he felt the pressure of the icing weighing down on that perfect peach. His jaw dropped and a heavy sound escaped. The weight of the arm around him prevented him from wiggling too far away. “Babe…” he gasped, grinning. Those hazel eyes glimmered as he looked over his shoulder.
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Anytime those buns were exposed was a taunt to the doctor, it was just so hard not to give them the attention they so rightfully deserved. A grabby hand, a playful little slap, peppering them with kisses, or delving into the tight heat between them. Honestly, how the pair didn’t end up perpetually tangled in the sheets was a miracle.
“Yes love?” Casey hummed, head poking up to fast his brightest smile before he drove back in. Working Skylar open with his fingers was always a delight, but with his mouth? Well, it honestly wasn’t something he was particularly practiced in though that just meant he made up for it with enthusiasm. Though that gasp out of his love made it seem like he was going in the right direction.
His arm shifted, taking the opportunity to wrap a hand around Skylar’s length for a little relief from the sheets. Just enough tightness to take the edge off, but not enough to push him over the edge unless he really worked for it.
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He could’ve lived in those sheets. Thankfully it was easy to take tips from a certain mini devil to ensure that his love life stayed exciting. Weird, but okay. And he was never disappointed with anything they did.
“Baby,” he answered, voice laden with need. He gasped, arching back against that slithering muscle. “Mm…I need you.” It wasn’t quite begging as much as it was a statement but it could go either way.
And then he was arching into those long fingers as much as he could without breaking contact. His fingers gripped at the sheets.
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Ever since that first night, there had never been a ‘want’ in their connection. It had always been a ‘need’ and that clearly made a statement about their relationship that Casey would wholeheartedly agree. They were just so in love and wrapped up in the other that the world tended the blur out in the background when they were together.
The doctor hummed in response, alternating between broad strokes and teasing presses against Skylar’s opening to coax it into relaxing. “How do you want me?” A difficult question to answer possibly made more difficult as Casey pressed the tip of his tongue in. He had a feeling he knew what the baker wanted, but there was some fun in light teasing.
And to make matters worse (better?), those fingers tightened up to make it just a little easier to get that friction.
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Skylar shivered. As soon as the tip of Casey’s tongue slid inside, his own jaw dropped and he became a mess. His muscles quivered, his belly twisted up into the right kind of knots. “In all ways,” he whispered. “But mostly inside of me.” He had Casey in all ways already, and Casey could say the same about him. Skylar rocked in toward the palm and fingers coaxing stiffness out of his front. He’d erupt soon thanks to that tongue if he wasn’t careful.
They did this often enough that it wouldn’t take much to get down deep. Fingers gripped into sheets and he turned to watch Casey take his time with a shimmer in his hazel eyes.
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“Pretty sure I’m inside you now, babe,” while the smirk was hidden from view as he pressed in deeper, it was easy to catch it in his voice. But he couldn’t tease for long, not when he could feel that ring of muscle fluttering around his tongue and just imagining how that would feel clenched tight around him instead. Not to mention it was so hard to not give Skylar exactly what he wanted (especially when it’s what Casey wanted as well).
“But I know what you want,” He pulled back, taking a very indulgent moment to nip at that perfect peach before stretching towards the side table with those long limbs. With a flip of a cap, a squeeze of a tube, and a few quick strokes later the doctor was slowly sinking into the heat of his husband. Casey took his time, hips finally seating against Skylar’s ass after what felt like years.
His hands curved around Sky’s hips, giving teasing little rolls forward but not pulling back just yet.
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“You are,” Skylar agreed, trying to keep the whine out of his tone. He wasn’t going to beg Casey to stop, either. That tongue was perfect for giving him the taste he wanted before the real thing would come. His fingers curled around the sheets, chest heaving as he drew in sharp breaths and let go. “Caaaasee.” There was the whine.
Wiggling that peach tauntingly, Skylar smirked and waited for his husband to prepare. As soon as the penetration came, his jaw dropped and his hips arched in an effort to take Casey all the way in. The lube made it easy enough but the pace was driving him wild.
“I love it when you’re deep inside.” Looking over his shoulder, those hazel eyes crawled across Casey’s body. He clenched down against his husband encouragingly.
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The whine was his favorite. Skylar could beg all he wanted, but when that whine came out Casey knew he’d done well. Pushed his love to the edge of being teased and left him teetering with need. If there was a cruel bone in the doctor’s body he’d draw it out, really make Skylar wait it out to get what he truly wanted.
However, he was also a guy who was so fucking turned on it almost hurt and he was getting squeezed in the most delicious way. Fucking beautiful babes who knew how to get their husband to cave with a simple clench. “Feels so good, Sky. Always so good,” he breathed, eyes slipping shut as he finally moved.
Hips pulled back and slowly sunk back in as if he was going to keep going at that grueling pace. Slow in, slow out for a few more thrusts before the doctor was picking up speed.
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He’d have to send Jude a gift basket when all of this was said and done. “Mmm….” His whole body vibrated. “Babe..” Casey was naturally good at reading him, though. From the first time they’d collided in the hallway to those first moments where he lay sprawled in the grass of the atrium, Casey just knew where he wanted to be touched or what he needed.
Swallowing thickly, Skylar turned to look down at the sheets. His hands gripped the fabric and his body arched in as Casey pulled back. Slow. It was agony. Soft moans left him. But as the pace quickened, Skylar moved along with Casey.
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A soft curse left the doctor as his head fell back, eyes slipping shut as their bodies moved together. He could only keep that pace going for so long before the restraint left him with that primal need to just chase his release and fill his sweet, perfect husband like a creampuff. God, he was probably going to start calling Skylar his little cream puff from then on because it was perfect.
But Casey wasn’t going to be selfish, no. A hand shifted from Sky’s hip down to his cock, fingers stroking over the length so he got the best of both worlds. While their morning may have started out with the baker taking care of everything, it was the doctor’s turn to take over.
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“Caaase.”
Skylar was on cloud nine. He clenched down with each thrust in and push back, taking his time to ’work yourself down. Go slow, make him work for it.’ Advice from the mini devil. His frame tensed with the dive that brought the treasure up from its plunder. His lungs heaved.
And once that palm curled around him he was done. It took exactly three pumps and Skylar lost the war, expelling himself across the sheets (sorry AJ) with a loud groan.
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Each clench pulled a moan out of him, teeth biting at Casey’s lower lip as he snapped his hips forward. That move wasn’t lost on him and it was fair to say he might be chipping in on that gift basket. Sneaky little devil with their sneaky little tricks, there were probably a handful of babes on the island now casually upping their skills thanks to Jude.
Casey let out a sharp groan as Skylar clenched around him, hips giving a few final thrusts into that tight heat before he was a goner. Buried nice and deep in his love, face pressing into Sky’s back as he panted and rode out his orgasm, “Fuck, babe.”
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Skylar shuddered from the intense pleasure. Breathlessly he smiled and eased down into the sheets, letting Casey ride out his release. It always felt so good to finish together. The part he hated was the separation. Nothing filled him up the way that Casey did, but that was okay. They coupled so often that he didn’t go without it for too long.
“That was….” He laughed a little bit. “The best way to have breakfast.” Good morning to the Aller’s.