Willy

[winter_wisp]

He'd not sent word he was coming, so he hadn't been surprised to find no sign of anyone home the first night he'd stopped by, but the day after he'd happily tried again, knocking lightly on the familiar door and whistling happily.

He'd missed Willy and the Phouka. He may have even missed the blind mortal a bit as well- However, his new life with his own kind had done wonders for the pixie. Time moved so differently there, and Winter almost looked like an adult now. Older, and slightly calmer too. 

His hair had gone from shock white to a pile of red and brown curls, and his skin was ever so slightly sunkissed and pink, rather than pearly white. Changes brought on from living so deep in the woods.

"Willy Silver, Willy Silver, open your door!" Winter sang happily.

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[winter_wisp]

"It's cold," Winter warned. "I can't help it, even after being in the woods so long, a lot of my magic still has a frosty edge to it."

He traced the cut gently with the tip of his finger, tiny crystals forming along side the wound, stitching skin together, then fading away slowly.

[phouka]

To the Phouka it felt hot, the ice burning the wound as it brought it back together. And then the burn did fade to a chill and he knew it would not even scar. He twisted then, rolling onto his side to look at Winter. And he smiled.

"You are much stronger. Far more powerful now that you have grown."

[winter_wisp]

Winter smiled brightly at that, nodding.

"My powers are much stronger now that I may use them as I please," he nodded,

[phouka]

Phouka walked his fingers up Winters thigh, step step step up his body to touch his face.

"You are remarkable," he said. "One day your captivity will be only a sour memory."

[winter_wisp]

"i hope you are right," Winter smiled, catching Phouka's hand, then squeezing it lightly. "His shadow looms, and it's cold."

[phouka]

He held Winter's hand tightly for a moment and then brought it to his lips. "I know," the Phouka said. "I am ever aware he is over your shoulder at all times. But I would like the chance to give you new memories. And I am not cold."

[winter_wisp]

"No, you're very warm, Phouka," Winter smiled. "The warmest."

[phouka]

"I would share my warmth with you whenever you would like, my dear. Whenever you are ready," he said softly.

[winter_wisp]

Winter wanted to be ready now. He wanted to pull the Phouka closer, to share his body with him- But he knew he wasn't. He knew by the way his hands trembled and his gut twisted.

"I hope I am ready very soon," he whispered.

[phouka]

"I will wait patiently for you, precious," Phouka said, then leaned in to kiss him again. Once on the lips, once on a brow, one more on the other. Then his cheeks in turn, his nose, and finally he ghosted his lips against Winter's again.

"Ever true..."

[winter_wisp]

Winter cooed, a soft and content sound, almost birdlike.

"Thank you Phouka. Thank you."

[phouka]

Being thanked disingenuously or by reflex chaffed most fae, but the Phouka did not recoil from Winter's words. Instead he kept kissing him, little kisses, soft kisses across his shoulders, then his lips again. And down his chest, then back to his lips. Only enjoying the sweetness of the pixie and pressing him for nothing.

[winter_wisp]

Winter could have kissed him for hours, but eventually he wound down slightly, embracing the Phouka and cuddling up close.

"I look forward to many nights spent like this, Phouka."

[phouka]

Phouka nuzzled in close, still hard but this time he hoped not shockingly so. As they lay cuddled close he began to flag. He was quite content to hold Winter close.

"We will have so many nights," he said. "And our days will all be adventures."

[winter_wisp]

Winter nodded, then grew ever so slightly bold.

Slim fingers slipped beneath fabric, and he gently took the Phouka in hand. He trembled, but only slightly, and soon he was moving a bit more confidently. Eager to stimulate the other creature.

[phouka]

The Phouka was rendered speechless and his smile disappeared and was replaced with slack lips gasping for air. He couldn't help but buck his hips into the touch and when Winter touched him just so he whimpered. It was a plaintive sound, needy and wanton.

"Winter," he exhaled, every breath coming faster. "Ohhh...precious..."

[winter_wisp]

Winter blushed, hiding his face a little as he stroked Phouka with a slightly firmer grip, his hand moving faster as he grew slightly more confident.

[phouka]

Not wanting to frighten Winter into stopping, Phouka gripped the shaeet with one hand and the other moved up to take hold of his dreds and pull a bit. He bit his lip and alternated between watching Winter intently and allowing his eyes to roll back in bliss.

[winter_wisp]

"Oh Phouka- Is it okay? Is it good?" Winter whispered softly.

[phouka]

"Oh yes. Oh, yes," he gasped. "It is perfection. Your touch makes my...my heart...ohh...heart beat. Pound. Race. Winter, please. I'm so close, precious..."

[winter_wisp]

Winter let his other hand join in, stroking the Phouka with both now as he wriggled closer and made a soft sound as he put all his effort into getting him off.

[phouka]

Phouka choked then, gasped, thrust into Winter's grip. He bit his lip hard and whimpered and then a shout exploded from him as he came with force. It rocked his whole body and when he'd spent himself he melted into the bed, panting rapidly.

[winter_wisp]

Unsure of what to do about his sticky hands, Winter panicked and wiped them clean on the bedsheets.

"Oh no," he said quietly, realizing what he'd done and feeling certain the Phouka would be cross.

[phouka]

Phouka was sated, practically drunk with satisfaction, and he rolled to take hold of Winter with lazy, heavy arms.

"Not 'oh no'," he said. "It was delightful. Perfect."

[winter_wisp]

Winter let himself be gathered up, and slowly relaxed again.

"I didn't mean to make a mess though. I am sorry for that Phouka. I will clean it up if you want."