Ares shook the strange can idly in his hand and cast a speculative look to the naked form tied to his bed "What's this?"
"Uhh...whipped cream." Blair Sandburg, Hippy, Anthropologist, Guide, Shaman, and all round good guy tried to shift away as the God shook the can again, feeling the leather holding him in place tug on his wrists and ankles. "You uh, press the little nozzle thing at the top to make it come out."
"Whipped cream?" Ares sent a fountain flying across the room and Blair flinched. Jim was gonna pissed at the foam covering his couch, that was for sure
"What do you use it for? Is it like normal cream? How do they whip it?" The God of War, Bondage, and all manner of things foul and kinky was intrigued by the idea. "What kind of whip do they use? Does it make any noise when you whip it?"
"Uh…no...they um, beat..." Ares leaned forward. "Whisk it around in a bowl until it gets really light and fluffy."
"Oh." Ares was disappointed "No whips?"
"No whips. Can we steer this conversation away from whips??" Blair was getting nervous as Ares moved closer. The God ran a slow hand up his leg and he shivered.
"So what do you use it for?"
"Um…you put it on things you're going to eAt" Blair's voice went a little wonky as Ares slid a proprietary hand over his stomach, tickling it lightly before cupping the anthropologist's balls in his hand
"uh-OOOOOAhhhh...Um...um...I guESS!" Blair's voice was yo-yoing like a bungee jumper on crack as the smooth, cold cream puddled lightly on his stomach. Ares grinned at the noise and moved the can higher, tiny little foam mountains around each nipple, over each breast, idly recreating Discord's leather outfit in whipped cream.
Shifting down, Ares knelt between the splayed legs and viewed the waiting monument with interest. This would mean something different - no tight leather pants for Blair, something like this deserved to be left free, a proud display.
Tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he concentrated, Ares delicately creamed Blair's lower belly and groin, covering him from the navel down with cream, carefully leaving his balls and cock clean. Blair mewled above him and the burgeoning erection burst free with a poing, smacking lightly against his belly as he writhed in ecstasy at the sensations
With a tsking noise, Ares set the can to one side and trailed his finger up the cream-smudged flesh. Putting the finger in his mouth, he grinned and straddled his frantic prey, lightly licking his creation free.
Blair went gorrillashit below him, jerking at the restraints, hips bucking frantically as just the tip of the God's tongue lapped him clean, desperately craving release. The God toyed idly with the pathetic mortal pinned under his paws like a squealing mouse, then grew tired of the game.
A wave of his hand and the restraints disappeared, and with an ease born of strength, he flipped Blair onto his stomach. Whipped cream squished and smeared all over the silk sheets and Blair desperately grabbed two tight handfuls as the god scrolled carefully across his buttocks.
Tossing the can aside, Ares punctuated the word by biting a creamy cheek, marking the anthropologist. Blair squealed underneath him and Ares lost control. Leathers vanished and he wrenched apart the foamy globes, burying himself deeeeeeeeeeeeeep inside his property and fucking him raw.
Blair shouted, screamed, squealed and begged for more as he was shoved headfirst into the sheet and ridden within an inch of his life. His hands slid all over the foamy silk, clawing and biting as the god sunk his teeth deep into his shoulder and came in a seemingly-never-ending stream
Clothing reappeared and Ares smirked down at the foamy, creamy, teeth-marked man panting and slobbering in his bed.
"Nice fuck. Remind me to do it again some time."
Then he was gone, leaving Blair alone in a four poster, curtain-draped bed in
the middle of a cream-covered loft, reeking of sweat and sex and wondering
how the HELL he was gonna explain this to Jim.....
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