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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Phouka hopped around, taking it all in. And then with a shiver of magic he became a man again, still taller than Winter but quite small himself. And because he'd changed from animal to man he was stark naked.

"I like it very much. It is a fine home, one you should take pride in," he said with a smile.

Winter giggled and blushed again, though nudity was nothing odd to a pixie- Even one who'd lived as Winter had.

"And look, it's tidy! I cleaned before I came to visit," he said proudly.

"I like it very much. It is quite different from our mortal world home," he replied. "I would like to know the things you hold dear."

Winter grinned, catching hold of the Phouka's hand and leading him over to a tiny trunk, full of Winter's favoured treasures. From shiny coins to rocks that sort of looked like cats.

"This is my treasure chest," he said proudly.

"And such treasures," Phouka marveled, picking out a piece of broken automobile glass that was a perfect cube. He admired it then gently put it back. "I have never had a treasure chest. I have never had anything to call my own but clothing. Even the things in the flat belong to the prince."

Winter frowned at that, not liking it one bit, and he dug through his chest until he found a stone with amethyst rippling through it that he had always thought looked like a heart... Or a bum if he was feeling rude. It was nearly as big as the pixie's hand, and he held it out in offering.

"For me?" he asked, smiling a little and then quite a bit more. He took the stone and examined it, then looked to Winter again. "I will start my own treasure box and this shall be the first thing in it."

Winter smiled brightly at that, nodding and bouncing just a bit.

"I will help you find many more treasures," he promised, grinning as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

The Phouka hugged the stone to his chest before putting it aside so he could sit beside Winter.

"You are so kind to me," he said warmly. "I hope you find me kind as well."

"You are very kind to me, Phouka," Winter assured him, ducking his head and fussing with the duvet. "You protect me, and you are... You are patient with me."

He glanced over then, nervous but sure.

"You don't have to be patient any more though.

"I will no longer be patient, but I will be tender," he promised. "You are my favourite and I do not wish you to be upset even the slightest. If you need a moment you need but tell me. Do you promise to say so if you need to?"

Winter fidgeted a little, then nodded.

"I promise. I will tell you if I'm afraid or the memories creep back in," he promised, the joy and playfulness fading for a moment, offering a glimpse at a side of Winter that was rarely seen. Something more honest than the outbursts and silliness, a more raw version of himself that he kept carefully guarded.

Winter had been harmed, physically and emotionally, for most of his life- It was hardly shocking that he might spend most of his time using his more fun and frivolous traits as a shield.

Phouka took hold of his face and kissed him then, tender sweetness in his soft lips. He kissed away the fears, kissed away the memories. He wanted Winter to know he'd made a good decision...and if that decision changed then the Phouka would be happy as he'd been, simply holding the little pixie.

"Winter, sweet," he whispered softly. "I do love you."

Winter cooed happily, and his wings fluttered as he returned the kiss eagerly.

Love. He liked that word. He liked how it felt.

"I love you too, my Phouka," he gasped.

Phouka's hand crept up Winter's thigh to his hip where he held on. He savoured the sweet kisses and then pulled away.

"Perhaps you should lay on top of me for a while. I do not want to crush your wings," he suggested.

"They are uncrushable!" Winter grinned, his wings shooting out and going rigid. "I will do as you wish anyway though," he added, happily climbing atop the Phouka.

Phouka held onto him and fell back at an angle onto the the bed, pulling Winter down on top of him.

"You are uncrushable," he said, admiration in his eyes as he looked at Winter. His cock began to stiffen with just that little bit of friction and contact.

Winter made a gleeful sound, wings flapping, then folding against his back.

Cautiously, he wiggled on the Phouka's lap, just to see how it felt.

He could not help himself. Phouka held Winter's hips as hard as he dared and he moaned with pleasure as the little one wiggled.

"Oh, my sweetest," he gasped. "You...you are...Ohhh, you make me weak."

Winter found he liked the sounds the Phouka made, and the way he stumbled over his words. He liked the heat of the other man's sex as it nudge against his backside, and the solid feeling of his hands on his hips.

He thought of all the things Aspid had enjoyed- About him, from him, with him... He thought about those things, and while he'd hated them in their time, he badly wanted to offer them to the Phouka. He wanted to please him.

His hips shimmied slightly, and soon he was bending low- Straddling the Phouka's thighs as he started to kiss his way down his body. Where in the past this had been a dreaded task, he found he craved the taste of Phouka's skin. That he wasn't just willing, but eager too.

His breath hitched and his fingers fell away from Winter as he moved. But when the pixie began to kiss down his body he found Winter's autumnal curls and he carded his fingers into the soft locks.

"Winter Wisp...love...favourite..." he panted, his cock thick and hot as he rutted up against the young one.

Favourite. That meant more to the pixie than love. Love made him feel warm, yes, but favourite... That made him tingle.

Grinning against skin, he flicked his gaze up to watch the Phouka for a moment, then nuzzled at his hip before turning his head slightly and pressing a soft kiss to the Phouka's cock.

"Love, I..." he started, but then his breath shook. He was trying so very hard not to push, not to take more than was offered. He didn't want to hurt or frighten Winter even a little.

Which reduced him to squirming and begging.

"Please. Please, Winter..."

winter made a soft cooing sound, then took the very tip of Phouka's erection between his lips.

A deep sound, half groan and half whine tore from him. He could not stop himself from lifting his hips.

"You must let me taste you as well," he gasped, eager to give Winter just as much pleasure.

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