STRIPPIN

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

He gives a small, shy smile and glances away as he mumbles a quiet “W-well, I mean..”, then looks back up just in time to see Strippin closing the gap to move in for the kiss.

The noise he makes isn’t entirely something you could call human - an odd mix between a whimper and a purr, but it only sounds for a short time. Sjin’s more than willing, almost even eager for the kiss to happen, but he’s a little hesitant at first to let their tongues touch; he realises that he probably should’ve mentioned before it got to this stage that his tongue’s forked at the tip, but hopefully it won’t be too too much of a shock.

He blinks at Strippin once he pulls back, tipping his head a little to try and gently rub his cheek against the hand loosely holding his jaw. “Other stuff..? Can I.. see? Or– or would that be sharing too many trade secrets?”

“Other stuff depends entirely on where these interactions are taking us, my good man. I can’t go around divulging all my technique’s on just one quick interaction now can I? You’ll have to work hard to get more out of me, but the reward is always satisfying.”

Strippin groped Sjin by his ass again and lifted him off the floor, carrying him slowly over to the bed and laying him down on it slowly, crawling over the top of him, hands either side of his head.

“Now, time to get down to business don’t you think?” he kissed Sjin’s neck and reached down with one hand to grip at Sjin’s belt. “Wanna help me get these off so that I can show you what this tongue can do that’s not just sweet talking?

#nsfw

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

Sjin’s blush deepened a little as it really began to sink in for him that they were both serious about this, and he obediently followed Strippin as he led him by the hand to the bedroom.

Once in through the doorway, Sjin steps to one side, waiting patiently by the wall while the other man shuts the door behind them both.

“I must admit, s-sir,” Sjin hesitates, studying Strippin for a brief moment to try and gauge his reaction to the honorific before continuing. “I’m ah, I’m interested to learn more about the ways of a bun connoisseur. Like, do you have certain rituals and stuff you like to do before a tasting..?”

Strippin finally let go of Sjin’s hand and devoted his attention to the man before him once again. “You can lay on the bed you know, I’m not gonna bite.. unless you’re into that.” Strippin’s smirk returns.

He briefly ponders Sjin’s question and scratches the scruff on his chin, wondering what he would do and closing the space between him and Sjin once more.

“I usually begin with this.” he kissed Sjin tenderly on his lips, one hand on Sjin’s jaw to hold him steady and his other hand pressed to the wall behind Sjin. He sucked on Sjin’s lower lip slowly and pressed his tongue in fleetingly, tangling it with Sjin’s own tongue before dragging himself away. “And maybe other things.”

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

“Hahaha.. we laugh, but I did hear of a guy who did that kinda thing, and I ah.. really want to avoid being in that sort of situation. I mean– I’m rather fond of what I’ve achieved with these, and I’d rather not have to get some golden-buttcheek replacements!”

A faint, blueish blush creeps its way onto Sjin’s cheeks and he gasps sharply, only making a token effort to stop the quiet groan from escaping him as he’s roughly pulled closer. He moves his hips just a little bit, somewhat undecided on if he prefers to move against the grinding at his front, or the firm hands on his ass, so he tries to get the best of both worlds.

“That.. d-definitely sounds like a lot more fun, but ah.. did you wanna go somewhere a little more.. appropriate first? S-surely even great bun-connoisseurs such as yourself have preferred locations to do their uh.. bun… connoisseur-ing in..?”

“In that case who am I to argue. I think I’ve heard of stranger things happening in the past anyhow.” Strippin laughed softly again and took his palms off of Sjin’s ass, allowing him some more space to be able to move.

“You have a point, we should go somewhere more appropriate, so if you’d kindly follow my lead, I will take you where you would like that to be, I can get down to showing you exactly how well I have refined my tastes. There’s a reason I’m the connoisseur here. A reason you’re going to enjoy experiencing.”

Strippin took Sjin’s hand and began to walk through corridors until he arrived at the first available bedroom, leading Sjin inside and shutting the door behind them with a smirk.

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

Sjin’s purring rumbles a little louder as he starts to get more into things, continuing to press his butt firmly back into the affection. That is, until he jerks his hips forwards with another startled squeak at the light tap - it didn’t hurt, it was just unexpected, and he’s fairly quick to relax again.

“I– I just want to check, but uh..” He presses his fingertips lightly against the other man’s chest and lets out a nervous giggle. “Now, this might sound like a really silly question, but you ah.. you’re not planning on actually eating them are you? Like– w-with a knife and stuff..? Just so I know we’re on the same page here.”

Strippin was briefly stunned by the question, furrowing his brows together and then melting into a soft laughter, pursing his lips to calm himself. “Oh my god. That is quite the mental image.” he turned his attention back to Sjin. “No, not that kind of eating. That just sounds... all kinds of weird.”

Strippin paused himself and his smirk turned darker. “No, the kind of eating I’ll be doing is much more fun.” he squeezed Sjin’s ass harder in his hands and pulled their bodies together by Sjin’s hips, grinding against him. “The sit on my face and let me eat, kind of fun.”

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

“I guess that’s something we need to decide on before we start the real tests then, eh? We testing for capacity or capability?”

While it’s true that the move wasn’t entirely expected on Sjin’s part - he just isn’t really used to people taking his suggestions seriously like this - that doesn’t make it unwelcome by any standards, it just catches him a little offguard. He lets out a small squeak of surprise, jumping slightly and bringing his hands up to place them on Strippin’s chest for support; he probably would’ve stumbled forwards a little if Strippin hadn’t’ve been there for him to fall against.

“O-oh–! I ah– oh my. Uh, s-so what do you think then..? Got enough data to form a final decision yet, or is there more to you need to check first?” A quiet, purr-like hum rumbles in his throat as he tilts his head to one side, and he very lightly pushes his butt back against the other man’s hands.

“I would say it’s safer to test for capability right now, you need to check for that before you can even dream for checking about capacity.” Strippin hummed.

Strippin welcomed the hands on his chest, using the motion of Sjin pushing back into his hands to grope him further, squeezing each cheek in separate palms and kneading it. He smirked at Sjin and gave one cheek a light slap with his palm.

“I would say with this data I can assess that these buns are very soft.” Strippin’s voice was near a purr. “But I still think we need to factor in taste and capability so I’ll need to get even more up close and personal with these beauties.” his voice was a whisper in Sjin’s ear.

#nsfw

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

So do you have to completely fill something to full in order to count it as fillable? That is, is it the state of being full that makes it ‘fillable’ or is it the ability to carry out the act of filling on it regardless of if there’s an end point or not..?

Sixteen isn’t too too bad… I’m happy with sixteen. Though.. how can you be /sure/ they’re a sixteen? I thought there was more to bun-judging than just visual aesthetic; you gotta really get hands on to feel the texture of them and stuff too, right?

“I think if we’re measuring how well something can be stuffed then you need to go all the way with it, get it compact. But if we’re just studying the capability of being stuffed then it’s not necessary to see how much it can hold.”

“Well, you raise a very interesting point, I think I do have to get a bit more hands on if I’m going to completely judge these buns.” Strippin moved a couple inches forward and hooked his arms around Sjin’s waist, slipping them down behind him and groping both cheeks.

Hold the fuck up. Who made you king?

You don’t get made a king, dingus! Sometimes you just… ‘find’ an empty throne that needs filling..! :D

Well I dunnho about you, but I’ve always liked my cakes with lots of cream and icing, and it’s usually nice to layer them up so it sort of counts as a filling..? I think it gets to a point though where everything becomes a bun, right? I mean, what is there that can’t be filled? If you really think about it?

Hmm, well I mean testing a large variety of things is all well and good, but ah, why do that when you might as well just test one or two things to a high standard so you’re absolutely certain you definitely know their result? I’m no Lalna, but I’d say that’s sound science!

‘Utterly delectable’, eh? So on a scale of one to eight, where do they stand? A solid seven? You gotta– pretend you’re Paul Hollywood, gimme a real good breakdown on these buns.

Well you definitely cannot go about filling a black hole. Those things are always empty, just sucking and sucking till.. well.. forever.

I would gladly test one thing to full capacity. I think I can handle testing for a few hours. I mean... stuffing buns is usually my specialty.

I would say on a scale of one to eight I would need a different system. I think to really captivate the delectable status of these buns you would need a scale of one to twenty, and on that scale you could place it around a sixteen, leaving the four there for when it gets stuffed.