The Honey Jar

Every other Sunday us roommates gather around to have breakfast together. The five of us have been living in our cramped apartment for three years. I carefully collected all of my favorite cowaiters from the ritzy French restaurant I work in and invited them one by one to live in the building down the street with me. The small space made us spend every moment together, and it feels as though we’ve grown up together in our home made of mismatched furniture and second-hand rugs, a snug kitchen with a living room to match. Now, with our increasingly busy lives, we decided to make a date to have a group breakfast every two weeks. Except this week: I gave three roommates the keys to my family’s mountain cabin, while I work on an apology breakfast for him. 

I wake up early only to find myself daydreaming of our first encounter in front of the stove. I was stacking coffee filters at the restaurant when someone tapped me and said they wanted to introduce him. The newest waiter. I turned around and looked up at charming eyes connected to an impossibly soft structured nose that framed the most heavenly lips you only hear about in stories. My eyes followed his face down an elegant neck to the perfect mound where his—oh. I startled myself by the feelings this man conjured in me. He smiled with shy eyes and introduced himself as Santiago. I tried to act as normal as possible, but I could hear the chill in my voice, making myself stay far away. It never seemed to bother him, though. He didn’t perceive me as cold, he accepted me as I was. It was comfort-at-first-sight. For some reason we kept ending up in rooms alone. It was how we got to know each other so well. 

When he first kissed me some months ago I knew I would disappoint him—my every fear convinced me I had to repress my desires for him. His face held so much want, I ached to give in to him. Still when our lips first met, I held back; and I continue to hold back. Because of this, Santiago has begun to distance himself. I am torn by the warmth and heat I find only in him. My fingers swim in it when they’re inside him. My aching body is enveloped by it when he touches me. I fear I will have to eternally live in his mercy. 

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In the middle of whisking, he walks in, and I feel heat rise in me. His long torso is completely bare, and I visually devour his olive brown skin that seems made to be stared at. He’s wearing the lowest imaginable crimson boxer briefs, and my brown fur coat. His long masculine figure walks to the shelves, and his feminine hands grasp a jar of honey, a peach blush across his face as he catches my stare.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks, smiling at my pancake batter from a distance. I’m always the one that starts things off with coy actions. Whether it be a lingering touch, a neck grip, or an overly friendly back hug. And he always ends me with his forward flirtations that leave me flustered. But not this time. I’m too hungry.

“I could ask you the same.” I point at his lack of clothes. Now he’s the flustered one, leaving me deliciously on top. 

“I wanted to be admired,” he catches up.

“Well, lucky for me the others aren’t here, but believe me they would have admired you.” 

He places the jar down on the table, his broad back facing me and doesn’t say a word.

“But that’s the thing. They can look at you…” I walk up behind him, and hear his calming breath. “Only I can have you.” 

He turns around and looks down on me with his bedroom eyes, his mouth is open as if he’s going to say something. I practically pounce on him as I grip his hips and press my tongue on his. In this sloppy rough kiss he still manages to gracefully lead my tongue with his, turning the kiss breathy and slow. His long arms drape around my neck, and his slim fingers grip my hair. 

“Don’t…you know that only I…can see you like this?” My right hand slides so far down his ass the tips of my fingers graze his taint. He breaks our lips apart and gifts me with the quietest moan that only I can catch; yet the sound is so visceral that I can’t help but groan back. I see his neck thrown back, and as he starts to straighten again, I stop him.

“Tsk, tsk. Stay.” I whisper as I keep his neck bent back, and lightly skim his Adam's apple with my fingers. I make my way back to the space between his legs and continue to squeeze his plumpness as my two fingers rub. The room is silent other than his moans every time my fingers brush against his hole. 

“Haikuan…” He moans my name and massages the swollen mound that’s stifled under my robe. Suddenly the fabric under my fingers frustrates me. 

“Turn around.” I command. 

His eagerness to please me excites me further and I gently remove the coat from his broad shoulders. I kiss the back of his neck until I hear the coat fall to the ground. He slumps forward with hands on the table and his ass makes contact with my hardness. I get an idea. I sink to my knees and pull down his red shorts to reveal just the top of his ass. My tongue meets the tip of his crevice where his ass meets his lower back, and I stay there wiggling my tongue between his cheeks. He begs me to keep going, and I finally slide everything off of him. 

Still on the floor I look up and see his towering naked figure bent over and waiting for me. This view of his ass leaves me admiring it for a few moments before I shove my face in it and begin to eat. I can barely breathe between him. He smells like sex and tastes like sweet sweat. I move in harder and harder and he spreads his cheeks as wide as he can. I guide his hands to do the opposite, and I sit there in bliss suffocated between him. My tongue finally reaches his hole and I give it a kiss before I spit on it. A loud moan escapes his lips. 

“Good boy.” I say as I tap his thigh.

“I’m about to cum,” he says, gripping his cock. 

“Show me.” He turns around and starts pumping his dick in front of my face. 

“Close your eyes, Haikuan.” The sound of my name coming from him so desperately makes me hard again. I feel splats of warm cum drip on my face. I open my eyes and he’s looking at me with worried eyes.

“Oh, Haikuan, I ruined your new robe!” His soft-spoken voice calms me after the high we were just on. I can’t help but laugh. 

“It’s alright.” I scoot myself to lean on the fridge as he frantically grabs a kitchen towel. He delicately wipes my robe with a look of guilt on his face. Smiling, I take his wrist.

“It’s fine, Santy. Really.” Now he smiles and I see the warmth in him again, the distance is closing. I stare into his beautiful face as he wipes his seed off of my chin. I get so lost staring at his features I forget he’s still naked. He catches me staring, and his nose scrunches up in laughter. He lays me down on the ground and begins to untie my robe, leaving me bare. He covers me with his warm body and kisses me with the affection I so often crave from him. Because I fantasize about us doing brutal things to each other, I realize I take tender sensations like this for granted. I breathlessly move my lips on his for what feels eternal as hours, blanketed by his skin on mine. Just every so often he presses into me, our members rubbing slowly against each other. After a while Santy stops and grabs something off the table next to us. 

“May I?” He asks as he holds the jar of honey over my chest. Reminding me of the forgotten breakfast. 

“Of course.” I grant him permission to do as he pleases. He swirls the thick honey over my nipples making them go hard. His cat-like eyes stare back at me as he licks the honey off and bites my erect nipple. He licks his way down to my throbbing cock and savors my head. Suddenly, he weaves his hand through my bush and tugs. A loud groan comes from me as I throw my head back. My fists clench. His teeth barely scrape me as he shoves my cock in his mouth. It’s almost unbearable—sounds of slurping accompany the sloppy wetness of his mouth. I can feel the cum ready to explode in his throat, but as much as I want to release now, I want something else more. I achingly pull his hair to separate us and he looks up at me with his dripping mouth, covered in drool and honey. 

“I need to be in you, Santiago.” We’ve never gone this far.

I clean his mouth with mine, tasting the sugary stickiness. I lead him to the kitchen table, our naked figures dancing across the cold room, craving the warmth from each other. Both of us glisten with each other's saliva and pre-cum on our bodies. He sits and spreads his long legs, then wraps them around me. I cling to him, feeling his tired body. As I press my lips to his shoulder over and over again, I notice him still clutching the honey bottle in his hand. He takes two of my fingers and gently places them in his mouth, his plush lips reaching my knuckles. I feel his tongue playing with my fingers as he coats them with thick saliva. With a pop, he releases my wet fingers and looks at them like prize jewels. 

“This is all we need,” he says, as he takes the cap off of the jar and dips my fingers in the honey. I shove my fingers in the honey jar, then I glide my fingers into his teased hole. He pumps himself desperately, as I bite his neck. Swirling the walls of his rectum with my syrupy fingers I add another.

“Haikuan!” My name has never come out of his mouth louder. My cock needs to feel what my hands are feeling now, so I slip out of him and lean towards his ear.

“Get me my robe.” A command I utter deeply, followed with a stern bite on his ear. He does as I say and returns to his original position. I reach into the pocket and take out the condom for my generously sized erection. Sliding the condom on, I spit on my palm and mix my saliva with some honey.

“Can you give me what I want?” I plead, looking him in the eyes. 

In a barely audible whisper he nods and answers, “Yes. Always yes.”

Santiago grips the table edge as I position myself, waiting at his gate. He rests his head in the crook of my neck kissing me to ease some of the anticipation. Without thinking any further, I plunge in, trying to fit as much as I can in him at once. I want to see him moan. I want to feel him tighten around me. 

“F-uh-ah…” Hearing him incoherent makes me bite my lip from the spike of arousal.

“More!” I feel euphoric scratches on my back as he digs his nails in me. His repeating cries and my moans grow louder and louder. With him still freshly spread I force myself to hold back. But I can’t when he looks at me pleading.

His teary voice in my ear whispers, “Please, Haikuan, th-the…pain’s nothing.” He knows how to control me completely. Santiago presses his lips to my lobe and moans obscenely.

I forcefully pull out of him, flip him over, and bend him over the table. The throbbing makes my whole body hot in anguish. I don’t want to be outside of him, so I quickly straighten my body and slam. Over and over again slamming my hard cock in him with my arms wrapped around his torso. I hear the table moving under him as I keep pumping in and out as hard as I can. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes through the house. The combination of being in him and his plump ass colliding against me enraptures me. 

“Santiago, Goddamnit!” I feel myself getting closer and closer. 

“Cum in me, Haikuan.” The jar falls as the table jerks under our intense friction. The sound of glass trickles, but the honey seeps slowly, soundlessly out over the floor. The chaos of it all sends me further into nirvana. I lose control and feel the condom fill with my warm cream, as the rest of my body loosens, losing my adrenaline. I slump on Santiago’s back and press my lips to his skin. 

“Did you finish?” He asks, out of breath.

“Yes. What about you, love?”

“Almost.”

“Here. Let me help you.” 

With the little strength I have left in me, I hold his cock in my hand and pump him with his back still pressed on my chest. His cum finally leaks onto the table, putting an end to the perfection that just took place. I pick up the discarded coat from the floor and wrap it around him. He sits on a chair as I collect my robe. Kneeling in front of him I take his hand and apologize—

I used to put you in a jar; hide you. I feared everyone and their disapproving faces. And deep down there was an excitement to keeping you hidden. You were under my lock and key. But all this time I should've been worshiping you. You’ll never be my secret again, still you will remain my sweet sin.