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“Cream for me, come for you.”
They’re totally naked on the bed, Seb’s wrists bound to the headboard, Jim straddling his hips. On Seb’s stomach are a puddle of cold, congealing come, a punnet of strawberries and a pot of cream.
Jim takes a couple of strawberries, coating the first liberally with come before popping it into Seb’s mouth, then dips the second into the thick cream for himself.
“I’d rather have the cream, you bastard.”
“Of course you would, darling. But Daddy wants you to eat up all your come, so swallow it down like a good little Sebby.”