At twenty years old, Charlie Bucket had learned a lot from his mentor and lover, Willy Wonka. They had been dating for two years, and it had taken Wonka a while to open up to Charlie not just emotionally, but sexually. Their sex life had been nonexistent at first, which was fine with Charlie. He wanted Wonka, but didn't want to rush the older man because he knew he was uncomfortable with touch.
They had finally had sex for the first time a year into their relationship, on the day of their anniversary. Charlie had made love to him gently but passionately, and based off of Wonka's moans and whimpers throughout the whole experience, he had enjoyed it. Afterwards, Wonka confessed to Charlie that he'd never had sex before then.
Now, a year later, it was approaching their two year anniversary. Charlie wanted to make it special for him, and so he worked late hours in the Inventing Room to come up with something special for their two year anniversary.
On the day of their anniversary, Charlie had finally finished his invention and handed it to his lover during their romantic dinner. They'd had lunch with his parents earlier that day. That had been a journey in itself - Mr. and Mrs. Bucket had been furious with Wonka for a while at first, but eventually accepted that the two were in love and were not going to break up just because Charlie's parents didn't like their relationship. And also, Charlie was an adult, so it wasn't technically illegal. They couldn't do anything about it.
Charlie handed Wonka his wrapped present. "Happy anniversary," he said with a mischievous grin as Wonka opened it. Inside was a package of different flavored lube.
Wonka flushed scarlet, clearing his throat and scratching the top of his head. "Er, Charlie dear...this is quite new."
Charlie laughed nervously. "I made it myself," he informed his lover.
"I...it's great, and I'm proud of you, but it's..kind of...erotic?" Wonka stammered awkwardly. In all their years together, Charlie didn't think he'd ever seen Wonka so flustered.
"It's supposed to be," Charlie said, laughing. "I thought we could use it tonight, if you want. You know, test it out." He winked flirtatiously. "I can always test it out on you first if you're nervous."
Wonka's eyes widened. "All...all right," he stammered as Charlie crawled into his lap and kissed him. Wonka moaned, wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him closer. His tongue slipped into Charlie's mouth, caressing his heir's. Charlie's fingers fumbled at Wonka's shirt buttons, trying to get them open. "Having trouble?" Wonka asked between kisses.
"Oh hush," Charlie said embarrassedly, breaking the kiss to take off Wonka's red-purple jacket and pull the shirt over his head. "Two years later and I can't get over how bloody beautiful you are," he breathed, running a hand down Wonka's pale chest. Wonka's breath hitched, and he tugged at Charlie's shirt collar and kissed him hard. Charlie gasped against his mouth as Wonka took control, pinning Charlie back against the pillows that scattered the floor where they'd been eating. Charlie moaned as Wonka's lips trailed down his neck as Charlie grasped his hips. Those hips ground against his, and Charlie groaned. "God, you are so sexy," Charlie gasped as Wonka sucked on his Adam's apple. The next thing Charlie knew, Wonka had removed his shirt and was squeezing some of the cinnamon-flavored lube out. It was cold against Charlie's skin, but Wonka's tongue was hot and wet as he licked it off, stopping to suck at a nipple. Charlie moaned, hardening against Wonka's leg. "Willy," Charlie whimpered, fingers buried in his lover's chocolate hair and his voice thick with lust. He burned with desire for his mentor, wanted that mouth down below.
"Shhh," a seductive voice whispered in his ear, and Charlie shivered. He felt fingers fumbling at the button of his trousers and then undoing the clasps, tugging them down. Wonka pulled down his underpants, and Charlie sighed as that delicious mouth wrapped around him. Charlie felt himself throbbing, and sighed as Wonka's tongue rubbed him in places that felt heavenly. He loved that mouth, that tongue, and had gotten to know it very well over the course of their romantic relationship. No one could make him feel quite like how Willy Wonka made him feel.
It didn't take Charlie long to come, and Wonka moaned after he swallowed and licked the mix of cinnamon and semen off his hands. "Delicious," Wonka gasped. "Augustus-flavored-chocolate-covered-Gloop would have been disgusting, but you..." His breath against Charlie's ear, he continued, "I could make a fortune off of you if I was willing to share. Which I'm not."
Charlie gaped at him, wide-eyed. Their gazes met, and it was an intimate, sexy moment filled with passion and very mutual desire. Wonka's hair was messy, his lips were swollen, and he was gloriously shirtless. Boldly, Charlie leaned forward and unbuttoned Wonka's trousers, sliding them below his hips, as well as his underpants. Willy Wonka was completely naked before him, and Charlie pressed him against the pillows. "I want to taste you too," he said, spreading some of the lube on Wonka's chest. He licked it off as he kissed down his chest, stopping to lick at his navel. Wonka groaned as Charlie followed the line of dark hair down to his hardening length, and he promptly took Wonka's whole length in his mouth. His lover cried out, and Charlie could taste his precum already. Mixed with the chocolate lube, it was delicious and very sweet.
"Charlie," Wonka moaned, trembling under Charlie's body. The younger man savored his mentor's breathy whimpers and moans, taking him deep as Wonka arched his back, lifting his hips in pleasure. He came shortly after, gasping Charlie's name, and the younger man swallowed before moving up his lover's body to kiss him. Wonka moaned into Charlie's mouth as he tasted the remnants of himself and the chocolate. "I want to make love to you," Wonka murmured breathlessly, and Charlie could feel his mentor's breath on his lips.
Charlie blinked in surprise. "What?" He'd always been the one to make love to Wonka - not the other way around. Charlie was still sort of a virgin, unless you counted deflowering another man as losing your own virginity.
"I want to take you," Wonka whispered in his ear, seductively.
Charlie moaned. "Please," he said.
They didn't even make it to the bed. Wonka slicked his fingers with lube and pushed one inside Charlie. The younger man moaned again, and Wonka took this as encouragement to add another finger since his young lover didn't seem to be in pain. "Willy," Charlie moaned, and Wonka curled his fingers deep inside him. Charlie gasped as Wonka hit a sweet spot, digging his fingers into Wonka's bare shoulders. This made Wonka moan. "God, that feels so good..." Charlie's voice. "Please, Willy, more...I want you inside me."
"All right, my love." Wonka kissed him surprisingly softly, removing his fingers. Charlie gasped against his mouth at the feeling, deepening the kiss. He tried to focus on the kiss instead of Wonka pushing inside him, the lube he'd made easing his entrance. Still, it hurt a bit, and he cried out as he held onto Wonka. "Shhhh, it's okay. It'll go away eventually," Wonka reassured him. He waited for a moment before sliding in deeper, earning a moan from Charlie. Naked together on the floor by the fireplace, Willy Wonka made love to Charlie Bucket for the first time, instead of the other way around. They moved together perfectly, like puzzle pieces.
"God, oh god," Charlie moaned. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Wonka replied breathlessly. "My Charlie." He moaned and came inside the younger man, Charlie's face buried in his soft, chocolate hair. Charlie had never felt so close to his lover than in this moment, with Wonka's lilac eyes gazing into his lovingly. He leaned down and kissed Charlie deeply, and his heir sighed happily against his lips. They kissed until they grew tired from a night of passion, and fell asleep with Wonka still inside Charlie, wrapped in each other's arms.
They would both look back on that particular anniversary as their best ever.