There they were. Petite Crêpe was blissfully gazing at what he had always wanted. His captain's thick member looked more massive and beautiful than in his memories.

He wanted to cry. He was so happy yet so scared. What if it disgusted him? What if it made Gaston uncomfortable? What if the unsure pancake hurt the naked hunter? It just was so surreal to Jacques to have his wildest, craziest dream actually coming true, here, right before his amazed eyes! He didn't know what to do now the most wonderful gift ever was offered to him.

Plus, it was such an ordeal for Gaston. He who had always been on top, who'd always ordered, always been on the dominating side, now was LeFou's bottom. How awkward and frightened must he be feeling now? The caring nurse looked at him. He couldn't help thinking the man of his dreams looked like an erotic painting.

He's so beautiful.

"We… we don't have to do it if you don't want to." The concerned pancake lowly stammered.

"I've already done it with a million of girls I don't love or even know." The hunter sat up and caressed Petite Crêpe's carmine cheek. "With you too. The one I love the most. Why couldn't I do it again?"

"Be-because you… you've never been on… this side before." Jacques couldn't help blushing and softly rubbing his cheek into the calloused palm. He was so excited, so happy yet so unsure. Fresh tears rolled over his crimson face. The strong hand wiped half of them.

"Look at you, my sweet Jacques." Gaston warmly smiled. "I'm supposed to bottom yet you're the one insecure and crying."

After a passionate kiss, LeFou crawled down to his lover's tanned hairy chest.

Oh God. He looks so hot here. Petite Crêpe couldn't help thinking.

The spontaneous entertainer eyed one of the small nipples. Vulnerable, at his mercy. Although he knew it was wrong, he kind of liked it; to have these fragile bits of flesh offered to him… What's more his beloved Gaston's… Nevertheless, he looked at his captain's face to see if he could… go for it.

Gaston had his head turned to his right, staring into nothingness. His eyes rolled to meet his fluffy pancake's. They softly twinkled. He faintly smiled and nodded in approbation.

LeFou smiled back and gazed down at the coveted outgrowth. It was even prettier when seen up close. Faded pink, slightly glistening and circled with sparse hairs. How could he not want to take a bite of it? He began with licking it from the tip of his tongue.

"Ah!" The submissive captain yelped.

"Sorry! Have I hurt you?" Petite Crêpe worried.

No. You've never EVER hurt me, my sweet pancake.

Gaston softly shook his head.

"No. It's just… so new to a man like me… who's spent his life giving orders… know what I mean?" He looked at LeFou.

"S-So… do I stop?" LeFou enquired.

"No, Jacques. You take the lead for once." Gaston whispered.

How could the amorous nurse resist to such beautiful eyes? He hurried back at the precious pink bud to keep on licking it gently. It tasted so good. And his beloved captain's soft moans were so cute. He'd never heard Gaston's voice that way before. Small, low… For once the ex-captain wasn't playing a part; he wasn't being all dramatic and exuberant and acting as the tough and strong and iron-balled leader. He was… true to himself. And… to Jacques. Gaston was showing his true self only to his Petite Crêpe!

The more he tasted his hero's nipples, the more he tended to savagely suck on it. He barely heard Gaston's screams. He was allowed to do anything he pleased to this perfect, herculean body! He'd been dreaming of it all his life! Petite Crêpe was so excited it didn't take him long to actually sink his teeth into the sensitive nipple. The proud captain moaned again. What was that delightful music streaming into LeFou's ears? Gaston usually growled, grunted or snarled during sex, never softly whined or melodically moaned like a woman would do. Like LeFou would. But Gaston had never been at the bottom before.

He lapped the dark pink burgeon to soothe it. Then went back to gently suck it. His ears were all the more blessed by his lover's sweet moans. Since he didn't intend to tease this defenseless rosebud alone, the aroused pancake began to gently pinch the other nipple between his fingers as he kept on nibbling the first one. He felt the thick chest shivering under his touch.

"Ah! Ah… LeFou…"

"That's not my name, captain." The bossy crêpe scolded before he squeezed hard his tiny victims.

Gaston screamed as his body uncontrollably arched.

"Ah! No! Stop it! Stop it!" He begged as tears were running out from his shut eyes.

"What is my name, Gaston?" The new dominant insisted.

"Jacques! It's Jacques!"

"Correct." Jacques confirmed as he loosened his grip.

The not-so-long-ago invincible solid warrior was now panting, drooling and crying.

"Ah… ah… Jacques…"

Maybe the horny pancake had gone too far.

"More…" Gaston breathed.

What?

"Please more… my sweet petite crêpe…"

The manly he-man liked to have his nipples mistreated? LeFou got harder. He could feel the cloth of his pants rubbing against his manhood. His mouth started to suck on the other exposed nipple and he was pinching the first one.

"Ah… yes…yes..." Gaston purred.

The smooth torturer now was rubbing the sensitive red buds with the tip of his forefingers.

Oh… no… it feels so good.

The steel warrior gasped and threw back his head, unintendedly bringing out his sunburnt throat to Petite Crêpe's amazed eyes.

His thick, flawless, veiny, bite-begging throat…

Keeping his teasing work on Gaston's nipples, he assaulted the tempting throat with his hungry teeth. Oh, sweet. LeFou's lips and tongue could feel the intensified moans underneath the trembling rugged skin. His possessive mouth still on the tasty throat, the horny pancake slowly pulled on the fragile scarlet buds.