winter_wisp | 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_wisp

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.

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phouka

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."

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winter_wisp

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."

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phouka

"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.

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winter_wisp

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."

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phouka

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.

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

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.

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winter_wisp

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

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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.

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

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?"

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winter_wisp

Winter nodded a little, still dazed from the pleasure.

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

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phouka

"Mmm, that is how you should feel," he replied, moving in to kiss Winter's neck so he did not lose the moment entirely. Phouka did not want him to fall asleep.

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winter_wisp

Cooing contently, Winter toyed with the ends of Phouka's hair- Until the cooing became words, a soft song of the pixies. Gentle and sweet.

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phouka

"You are truly beautiful in every way, my little songbird," he said as he laid down lazy kisses. He was rather enjoying himself.

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winter_wisp

"I love you, my Phouka mine," Winter said. "My Phouka, forever."

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phouka

"Do you mean it, my little pixie? Do you mean forever?" he asked. "Your heart would be a more treasured gift than the purple stone, and that I will keep close always."