While Anthony tried to keep fit and healthy with activities like running and yoga, he had a sweet tooth; he was especially fond of cake. But he wasn't very good at baking, and he didn't feel it was fair to ask Sören, Maglor or Nicholas to bake him cake regularly. Store-bought desserts weren't quite as good as homemade.
Anthony had taken to buying a jar of marshmallow fluff once in awhile at the supermarket. He felt a bit self-conscious about eating it in front of anyone because it tended to get messy, even when he was trying to be very, very careful, so he had to time his indulgence just right. Tonight Nicholas was late giving a lecture, and Sören and Maglor were taking a detour to hit the store on the way home from work... so Anthony had a pocket of time. He took the fluff out of the cupboard and tucked it under his arm as he made off with it to the bedroom, like he was doing something forbidden, the theme song to Mission: Impossible playing in his head.
He had three clean plastic spoons, so he could eat straight from the jar without being completely unsanitary. The first big glob inevitably dripped down his chin, and he managed to get the second spoonful on his nose and his shirt as it was going into his mouth. That was the moment when he heard keys in the door and Sören calling out "CORNYYYY, I'M HO-OME," then a concerned "Elskan?" when Anthony wasn't in the living room as expected.
Oh shit. Anthony had to think fast - wipe his face or eat the third spoonful of fluff and then wipe his face. He decided to bet on being able to do the latter fast enough, and just as he got the third drippy spoonful in his mouth, getting more fluff on his chin and his nose and his shirt, that was when Sören walked in the bedroom door.
Sören's eyebrows shot up. "Wow, that's a look."
Anthony sat there with the spoon hanging out of his mouth.
Sören had to go there. "I was going to tell you to come look at something but... you already have a cum look."
Anthony laughed so hard the spoon fell out of his mouth. He facepalmed and rolled his eyes, still laughing, equal parts exasperation and amusement. "Dammit, Sören..."
Now Maglor was behind Sören, and Maglor's jaw dropped, no sound. The look on Maglor's face made Anthony laugh even harder, even though he was also mortified.
Sören turned around to look at Maglor, who shook his head before he walked off, and then looked back at Anthony. "So, fluff time?"
"Guilty as charged." Anthony reached over for the washcloth he'd brought to wipe his face. "You can't really talk, Sören, I've seen you with whipped cream on your nose more times than I can count."
"Jæja, but I'm not posh like you. I don't pretend I'm Mr. Suave." Sören attempted a wink that was more of a clumsy blink, then grinned and before Anthony could start wiping his face, Sören walked over and took the washcloth out of Anthony's hand. Anthony thought Sören was going to wipe his face for him but instead Sören leaned in and licked the fluff off the tip of Anthony's nose, before planting a tender little kiss on it. Anthony's cheeks burned even more, but now he also felt that soft, loving feeling - after all these years they still had it - and Sören's playful tongue made his mind go right into the gutter.
Sören didn't stop there. He also used his tongue to clean Anthony's chin. The feel of Sören's tongue along his jaw made Anthony's cock stir to life, stiffening more when Sören licked at his neck and throat. "You got some there, too," Sören husked.
"I see," Anthony said, surprised by the breathiness in his voice.
Sören smirked and then he took the jar of fluff and dipped his fingers in it, holding them to Anthony's lips. "Want some more?"
Anthony was surprised; usually Sören was a stickler about unsanitary practices. "You know, that's not hygienic -"
"I'll buy you a new jar. In the meantime, I asked you a question."
Anthony groaned and took Sören's fingers in his mouth, sucking off the fluff as his cock throbbed urgently. He licked Sören's fingers clean, which made Sören moan, and then he decided it was time for some turnabout. Despite having protested a moment ago about hygiene, now Anthony's fingers went in the jar and he brought them to Sören's mouth. Watching Sören suck his fingers made his cock jolt, and when Sören's tongue slid up and down his fingers to get the lingering stickiness and sweetness, the heat in Sören's eyes made Anthony growl.
The fluff had also dripped onto Sören's beard and down Sören's shirt. Anthony leaned in and licked at Sören's beard, smiling a little as he heard Sören's breath hitch. Then Sören looked down at the fluff mess on his shirt. "I better take this off and get it in the laundry," Sören said. He gestured to Anthony. "Your shirt will need to be washed, too."
Their shirts came off, but of course they didn't go into the laundry hamper right away. As soon as their shirts were off, chests exposed, they fell on each other, kissing passionately. Sören put his fingers back in the fluff jar and Anthony did too, and Maglor came back in to see them sucking each other's fingers, hard cocks bulging in their pants.
Maglor folded his arms. "I leave you two alone for five minutes."
"Mhmmm," Sören said around Anthony's fingers, innocently batting his lashes.
Maglor chuckled and shook his head. "Also, I don't know how you can eat that stuff."
Anthony let Sören's fingers slip from his mouth, licked them, and then he said, "Have you ever tried fluff?" He was extremely curious.
"Well, no -"
"Then how do you know you won't like it?" Anthony cocked his head to one side.
"The same way you've never been with a woman and you know you don't like that," Maglor said.
Anthony chuckled. "Sexual orientation is a bit more complicated than preferences in food, my dear." He gestured to Maglor, then the jar. "You should try a little, just once."
"What is this, an afterschool special about drugs? Just try it."
Anthony laughed harder, and Maglor rolled his eyes. "It's pure sugar, which sounds disgusting," Maglor said.
"Have you ever even eaten a marshmallow?" Sören asked.
"No," Maglor said.
Sören and Anthony exchanged conspiratorial glances. Sören looked back at Maglor. "I can't believe you've been on Earth all this time and you've never once had a marshmallow."
"Marshmallows have been around a comparatively brief time in my lifespan," Maglor said. "I remember when 'real food' was roasted mammoth and whatever berries you could forage that wouldn't kill you."
"And you had to walk uphill in the snow both ways -"
"Because you burned the ships," Maglor quipped, before Sören could finish with something about school. Anthony couldn't help guffawing at that, and now it was Sören's turn to give a disapproving look but he ended up laughing too.
"One of these days, Káno, you're going to eat marshmallow," Sören said. "Possibly even today."
"I highly doubt that. It would take a lot. I would have to be starving."
"You'd have to be very, very hungry?" Sören raised an eyebrow.
As soon as that question was out of Sören's mouth, Anthony knew where this was going - he knew Sören too well, and the first thing to know about Sören Sigurðsson was that he was incorrigible... and insatiable. Anthony's cock jolted again, in anticipation of where this was going.
Before Maglor could ask, Sören dropped trou and his boxer-briefs, freeing his hard cock, and with a mischievous little giggle Sören took the jar of fluff over to the bed and poured some over his chest and stomach, and even over his cock. Then he leaned back and grinned at them.
Anthony came right over, delighted, and shucked his own pants before he joined Sören on the bed. Anthony started at Sören's stomach, kissing and licking off the fluff, enjoying the way Sören moaned and shivered as much as he enjoyed the taste, and then he looked over his shoulder at Maglor as if to say Well? I'm waiting.
With an exaggerated sigh, Maglor removed his own clothing and got on the other side of Sören. Anthony's tongue dipped into Sören's navel, making Sören giggle and groan, and after a few licks his tongue traced around Sören's navel, to scoop up some more marshmallow cream across his stomach. Maglor took his first lick of marshmallow fluff down the center of Sören's chest, to kiss over Sören's heart.
"Sweet," Maglor said. He looked into Sören's eyes with a soft smile. "Just like you."
"Do you like it?" Sören said.
"I don't know yet. I think it warrants further investigation." Maglor licked his lips, then he gave Anthony a pointed look.
Maglor and Anthony licked the marshmallow cream from Sören's pierced nipples, making Sören gasp and quiver, and then they sucked his nipples at the same time and Sören cried out. Sören's breathy moans as they feasted on the lingering sweetness on his nipples - looking as delicious as they tasted, pebbled and glistening - got Anthony even hotter, grinding his hard, dripping cock against Sören's thigh. Maglor and Anthony continued to lap and suckle, Sören writhing, panting, and then at last they licked down - there was more fluff to clean. They licked his sensitive stomach, and then licked up and down Sören's cream-coated shaft, long, slow, deliberate licks, teasing and sensual. Drops of Sören's precum slid down the shaft and the taste mixed with the marshmallow fluff was delectable. Anthony moaned with pleasure as he tasted.
"I think I like it," Maglor said, licking slowly at the head of Sören's cock, before popping the head into his mouth, sucking slowly. Sören bucked and cried out, clutching at them. He swore in Icelandic as Maglor continued to suck just the head and Anthony's tongue rubbed up and down the shaft, then Anthony sucked on Sören's balls as Maglor licked up the remaining marshmallow cream from Sören's cock. "Yes, I like it a lot."
"Then you should have some more." Sören tugged at Anthony's short hair, pulling him up, and then he had his fingers in the fluff jar again; Anthony sucked Sören's fingers greedily. Anthony put the fingers of one hand in the jar, then the other, and watched, cock throbbing as Sören and Maglor sucked his fingers. When Sören and Maglor had licked his fingers clean, they stole an open-mouthed kiss, tongues licking together, and Anthony's cock jolted. He needed to come, desperately.
There was still fluff in the jar and suddenly Sören shoved Anthony onto his back and poured the rest of it over Anthony's body. Anthony howled with laughter, and his laughter became moans as Sören and Maglor dove in, licking his chest - it was harder to get the fluff out of Anthony's healthy pelt of chest hair - before their tongues lashed his exquisitely sensitive nipples. He moaned as they sucked his nipples together, hard, then lapped at them again, more delicately, before sucking harder. Licking and suckling, licking and suckling until Anthony was a shuddering, panting wreck, pulling Maglor's hair and Sören's curls, begging incoherently. But the rest of his body was still covered in fluff - Sören had even poured some onto Anthony's thighs - and Sören and Maglor got to work, licking his stomach, licking his hips, licking his thighs, every stroke of their tongues shooting fresh fire through his body, cock and nipples aching, going out of his mind with lust and sensation and frenzied animal need.
His cock was also thoroughly coated in fluff, and Sören and Maglor licked at it ever so slowly, the pleasure and torment building to the breaking point. They gave his cock the same treatment that Sören's cock had received, with Sören sucking on just the head as Maglor's tongue slid up and down, then Sören getting the rest of it as Maglor licked and sucked the tight, full balls.
"This is good cream," Sören said, licking his lips, "but I think I know what would taste even better."
They took turns kissing and then they got in position, Sören sucking Anthony's cock as Anthony sucked Maglor and Maglor sucked Sören, the three of them moaning with their mouths full, gently rubbing each other's balls and fingering each other's holes. As they got closer, their moans louder and more urgent, trembling, they switched and now Anthony sucked Sören's cock as Maglor sucked Anthony and Sören sucked Maglor. They got closer, closer, lost in the debauched pleasure of sucking and being sucked, worshiping cock, until Maglor gave a little cry around the cock in his mouth and Sören responded with a deep groan; Anthony knew Maglor was coming in Sören's mouth. That thought set him off, coming just as Sören flooded his mouth with hot, salty-sweet cream, blending with the lingering sweetness of fluff in a most pleasing way.
They took turns kissing again, swapping seed, savoring the taste of the three different creams combining with the fluff notes, and then they curled up together, Sören and Anthony resting on Maglor's chest, legs entwined, holding each other as Maglor pet them.
"You should try it with peanut butter," Anthony heard himself muse aloud, his voice a mumble in the glowy post-orgasmic daze.
"What, your cum?" Maglor's laughter rang out.
Anthony facepalmed and Sören gigglesnorted. "No. Well... yes, but no. Fluff was what I meant, but I imagine peanut butter, fluff and cum would be quite tasty."
"We should definitely try that." Sören's eyes widened and Anthony could practically see the gears turning in Sören's head. "That's how we'll sell Nicholas on the idea to make him try it. 'AS YOU KNOW, peanut butter is nutritious.'"
"Make me try what now?" came Nicholas's velvet bass from the doorway.
"Fluff," Sören said.
Nicholas narrowed his eyes. "I shan't eat that abomination. Anthony is welcome to it."
"Oh, you shall." Sören snickered. Nicholas walked off, muttering to himself.
"Not tonight," Maglor scolded. "We need to eat a proper meal, not gorge on fluff."
"Cum has protein," Sören said. Then his voice rose, as he added, "If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding."
Maglor gave an exaggerated groan and kissed the tip of Sören's nose. "Shine on, you crazy diamond."