STRIPPIN

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

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?”

“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?

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

“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..?”

“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.”

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

  “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..?”

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.

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

  “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 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.”

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

“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 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.

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

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?

“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.

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

‘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.

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.