Author's note: I HAVE A DIRTY MIND. THAT'S ALL I'M GONNA SAY.
It was torture.
The way that mouth was moving; sucking.
Oh my God, Alfred moaned in his mind.
Matthew's tongue darted out to lick at the tip, sucking in his cheeks happily and giving out a pleased sound. He began to take more into his mouth, savoring the taste.
Alfred couldn't stop staring. His own mouth began salivating, wanting to see more of what that delicious mouth could do. Matthew hummed to himself as he sucked, making Alfred feel hotter. The Canadian then began to lick up and down the base before sucking the tip nearly dry.
M-Mattie, oh God, don't stop.
"Mmm," Matt moaned low in his throat.
Fuck! I can't take it anymore!
"Al, this is really good," the other man continued as he licked.
"Tell me about it," the American mumbled.
"N-Nothing. So…uh…you like that, huh?"
Matthew smiled. "You know I love popsicles."
Oh I do… "I didn't realize how talented your mouth was."
"With a popsicle I mean," he added quickly. But imagining what it could do to other things…
"Oh." Matthew shrugged and went back to sucking the popsicle.
Alfred had a pained expression on his face. He watched Matthew lick a few more times before letting out a wild cry and launching himself towards his brother. Matthew looked up just in time to be tackled to the ground.