winter_wisp | Phouka

Phouka

Winter slunk back to Phouka's flat, still sulking a little and shrinking himself down so he could play.

He wasn't sure where Phouka was, and so he made himself at home, building a little nest from discarded socks and the Phouka's pillow in the middle of the bed. He still had the tablet he'd acquired when he'd first come to London, and small hands easily found Netflix and something entertaining to watch. Zombies no longer appealed, and so he settled on a show about mortals who worked in a police station.

He sat happily with a bag of sunflower seeds and a small bottle of pop that was nearly as tall as he was, trying not to think too much about his chat with Willy.

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Winter didn't answer, he only opened his eyes as he smirked and took the Phouka deeper.

The sheets creaked in his hands as he fisted them hard. Another gasp, another whine, and he arched his back to try to keep some sense of control over himself so he did not cave and use Wither with reckless abandon.

It had been a while since he'd done this, but it was something he'd been taught to do properly- A thought that made him bristle slightly. A thought that made him want to rebel.

So rather than suckle sweetly, Winter grew bold and allowed his teeth to scrape ever so slightly against sensitive flesh.

Phouka instantly released his hold on the sheet to grab Winter's hair again. No moan, no whining, this time he growled ferociously and simply could not hold back. He pumped his hips, his cock raking against teeth.

"Fuck," he swore. "Fuck...shit, Winter...fuck..."

Winter panicked though, letting out an alarmed sound as one of his wings viciously smacked the Phouka's hand away- One reason Aspid had been so keen to keep them weak. Winter's wings were strong, stronger than the pixie himself- And though the motion wasn't enough to cut skin, it would almost certainly leave a nasty bruise.

The Phouka let out a shocked yelp of surprise and pulled his hands back to himself.

"I do apologize," he panted. "Forgive me. Forgive me, please."

"I didn't- I didn't mean to hit you," Winter said quietly, his expression crumpling slightly. "I'm sorry, Phouka. I'm not mad at you. I'm not! ...I'm sorry I struck you, please don't strike me in return," he said, tensing as though he expected his pleas to fall on deaf ears.

At that the Phouka sat up just a bit, bracing an elbow on the bed to help him keep up.

"Winter, I would never strike you. Never first, never in return. Never," he promised. "I know you are not mad at me...though I do apologize for pushing for more before you were ready. I swear I will not do it again. I swear it." He paused before sealing the promise thrice. "I swear it."

Winter looked surprised by the promise- Shocked, but touched.

Emotion overwhelmed the small creature, and he threw his arms around the Phouka, holding him tight.

"You are good to me Phouka. So kind."

"You deserve only love and kindness. Tender kisses and gentle touches to make you coo and wriggle," he replied, gently running his fingers up and down Winter's sides.

Winter was terribly ticklish, and he wiggled and laughed loudly, wings fluttering slightly.

"Yes!" he chirped gleefully.

Every wiggle made Phouka smile more. Oh, he was a lustful creature and craved Winter's body, but he was truly just as happy to wriggle and roll around with him.

"Please, my favourite, do not ever think I will lash out at you. I will not. My promise is firm. But I will..."

He grabbed Winter and rolled him onto his back, leaning over him to kiss him deeply.

The sound winter made was bright and loud, a sound of pure delight that was soon lost against the Phouka's lips.

He returned the kiss eagerly, wanting to make up for his panic before- Wanting to arouse the Phouka once again.

It took very little to arouse him as he'd been. Plunging his tongue into Winter's mouth, Phouka moaned into the kiss. He moved his powerful body against the pixie's who, even at this smaller size, was still smaller than the Phouka.

"I want you, my dove," he said tenderly. "At your pace. In your way. Whatever you feel ready to do...I want you."

Winter nodded, small fingers groping at the Phouka's chest and hips.

"I want you- Very much, I want you. ...But you must be slow and must be careful. I am- Fragile, I think. Not in body, but... Inside. In my head."

"I think you are right," Phouka said. "I will not be angry if you want me to stop. At any point. If you do not enjoy yourself then I will get no joy, either. But I will certainly enjoy you as much as you're comfortable with."

And with that, the Phouka began to kiss Winter's neck and chest, nipples and rbs, then down his belly. He took his time and did his best to not tickle.

Phouka's lips were warm and perfect, and the pixie cooed as he melted into the mattress.

"Oh- Oh Phouka," he whispered. "Oh, Phouka- I adore you so."

Phouka kissed down to the skin of Winter's hips that was tight and soft. He nuzzled and enjoyed the smell of him, then ran his lips along the pixie's cock, his breath feathering hot over the skin.

Winter made a happy chirp of a sound, wiggling then gasping.

Delicate fingers clutched at the bed sheets, and the pixie panted slightly as his toes curled.

Phouka closed his warm mouth around him then, suckling slowly. His tongue undulated along the underside of Winter's cock for a long moment before he began to actually bob on his length.

Winter gasped, hips jerking up before he could stop them, and his whole body arching towards Phouka.

The fae creature was well versed in this particular form of pleasure and licked as he sucked, teasing the slit and circling the head before plunging down. He closed his eyes and hummed happily as Winter reacted with pure reflex.

It had been so long since Winter had been touched, and he was shaking and trembling already, so close that he already felt ready to burst.

"Phouka!" he gasped, panting and scrambling- Then turning bright pink with embarrassment as he came.

The Phouka licked him clean and then crawled up his body to kiss his lips.

"There. Now we can enjoy one another for much longer without frantic need getting in the way," he said. "Do you feel good now, little one?"

Winter nodded a little, still dazed from the pleasure.

"I feel light headed- Like I've been spinning in circles."

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