It was a gorgeous night. Not a cloud in the sky, exposing every little star and speck there was to be seen that flickered up in the blackness. No wind, no clouds, no interruptions as a pair of gentlemen walked into a Seven Eleven.
One stood idly by as the other snatched up countless bags of Poprocks, stuffing them from one hand into the other and then dumping them on a counter.
"Will that be all, sir?" Asked the cashier lady, who was a little unnerved by the amount of candies these men were buying, but she didn't ask. Likely because it would be an answer she didn't want to hear.
"Yes, that's it." Said Dan Howell, placing his money on the counter and hurrying out with the bag filled to the brim with the treats, with one Phil Lester trailing behind. He was unaware as to why his best friend, roommate and boyfriend was getting such a surplus of the candy. Deliciously unaware.
Back to their lovely little apartment. Back to the haven where fans wouldn't pop out of nowhere and screech unintelligible nonsense about them. Back they went. And the closer they slightly-speed-walked toward the home, the closer Philip got to asking the day's forbidden question: Why do you have all that candy, Dan?
Phil's mind wandered as they wandered. What could he possibly be doing with those Poprocks? Is he going to bathe in them? Is he going to just eat them and not share? Is Dan going to CHEW them like some savage? He asked mentally, not realizing they were, in fact, home and he was being stared at seductively by Dan who sat next to him on the couch. One hand behind his back.
A silent snicker, a pinch in the arm, and a rustling plastic bag later, Phil was passed out and tied to the bed in his own room. Stark naked. By Dan.
The single thought that went through Phil's mind when he woke up was: Why in the name of all things holy do I have SUCH a raging boner right now?
And also why Dan was grinning down at him with an open bag of Poprocks.
"Dan, what are you doing? Is this that 'surprise' you said you had for me this morning..? If so... I'm not liking it." Said Phil with a bit of a tug on one of his ropes.
"Oh, Philip. You're going to LOVE this! Trust me!" Dan said in a perfectly chipper tone. "Aphrodisiacs tend to let you have a better time during things like this." He added. Much to Phil's dismay.
Sure, they had been dating quite a while, and sure, they'd fucked and made the neighbors super mad, but Dan had NEVER done anything like this before.
"Dan.. what are you doing with those?" Phil asked as Dan sat next to him on the bed, facing his erect member and grabbing a couple of the not-legit-rocks.
"Shh, don't worry! I told you, you're gonna love this." There was a hint of malice in the overly posh voice.
"Dan, I really don't think thaAAH~" He was cut off by a harsh lick to his dick and the sudden sound of crumpling paper bags.
Dan licked all around Phil's member, especially across the slit atop it. It was, of course, incredibly pleasant..
Before the fizzy candies were shoved down his urethra.
Phil let out an agonizing scream as the candy took effect and began to pop and fizz inside his dick hole, the incredibly sensitive organ twitching quite a bit from the INTENSE pain it was being subjected to.
Dan chuckled and took Phil's dick into his mouth again, this time sticking his tongue -as much as he could of it- into Phil's urethra, licking at the treat inside it.
Pained screeches and howls came from the black-haired male as his cock, or the inside of it, was assaulted by tongues and popping candy. Although, it was pleasurable in it's own strange, burning way.
This was evident as after a small amount of time semen spurted out of the member and into Dan's eager mouth. And he swallowed it, yes he did.
And then Dan jacked off right onto Phil's chest, the juices coating his bare body thoroughly as Dan really milked it.
And after all the jizz was on Philip, Dan covered it all in Poprocks, and force-fed it to Phil. Although, he did willingly eat it.
But, the aphrodisiacs lasted a few hours, and there was a LOT more candy...