Peeta panted heavily as he thrust the thin bread in and out of him. This was so much better than anything that Katniss could ever do with him. He had tried it with her and it felt completely right- except for the Katniss part. So of course he had broken up with her a week later and officially started dating breadkind.

The bread that was moving in and out of him felt heavenly. He had baked it himself just before and the intoxicating scent of freshly baked bread hung heavy in the air. Needless to say, he was hard as a rock.

He moved the bread deeper inside him, seeking out that one- ungggh. Shivers of pleasure wracked his body and he nearly came right there and then, but no, he had bigger bread to put in him before that happened.

Peeta pulled the breadstick out and nearly fainted at how beautiful it looked just pulled out of his butthole. Unable to help himself, he bit into the bread with a deep moan. He could tell that the bread really enjoyed this and that made him enjoy it even more.

"I love you, bread," Peeta sighed, overwhelmed by how amazing breadkind treated him as opposed to- ugh- Katniss.

He grabbed a bigger breadstick out of the heat containing bread and thrust it into him with one sure push. He let out a squeal at how full and amazing the warm, freshly baked bread made him feel. Katniss never made him feel like this.

"Unf- Bread- unf- harder," Peeta grunted, not realising that he was in control of Bread.

Bread responded by moving his hand at a faster pace and with more power behind each thrust, causing a very, very manly yelp with each thrust.

"No, no, Bread, you have to stop or I'm going to cum."

Bread navigated his hand to pull it out of his ass, making Peeta whine at the loss of Bread.

"No, no, Bread, where are you going? Come back!"

Peeta's hand was drawn back to the heat containing bag and pulled out the biggest breadstick. The mother- no, father- of all breadsticks. Father Bread.

Father Bread pushed slowly into the butthole in front of it, and just barely fitting its tip in the whole butt. Father Bread started rocking into Peeta, relishing Peeta's needy keens for 'more, more'. Father bread could not get enough.

Finally after two hours of Father Bread 'not getting enough', Father Bread came with a cry from his non-existent mouth and sesame seeds exploding into Peeta's ass.

Peeta came for the third time, his body spasming for ten minutes with pleasure.

"I love you, Father Bread," Peeta cried at the end of his orgasm, biting off Father Bread's head just as he was finishing the declaration of love.

His body was exhausted, sore, bleeding, but it was all worth it to be able to have the tip of Father Bread in him and eat Father Bread's bready goodness when it was all over.

Peeta smiled in contentment as he thought of how Breadkind was everlasting and so would his relationship be.