Phouka

[winter_wisp]

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]

Winter seemed relieved to hear it, and he returned the kiss before slipping his arms around Phouka's middle and holding n tight.

"I can be better. I can be less pixie. Tell fae Willy I'll be good. He will listen to you."

[phouka]

"I will tel him," he said. "I will tell him you will do as he says. But in here, with me, you can be al the pixie. I adore my pixie..." he said between kisses.

[winter_wisp]

Winter lit up at that, his smile growing wide and bright as he looked up at the Phouka.

"I like being your pixie, Phouka."

[phouka]

"You will always be my pixie. From now on," he replied. Phouka stroked his face and bent to kiss him once again. "You are my favourite."

[winter_wisp]

"Your favourite pixie? Or your favourite?" Winter asked curiously. "Fae Willy told me when I returned I should tell you that... That I am selfish, and wish you were just mine."

Not in those words, but those words felt more honest to the pixie than 'love'.

[phouka]

That made the Phouka smile and his chest puff up.

"You should not make wishes around faeries, little one," he teased, then caught Winter's face and kissed him soundly one more time.

"You are my favourite," he said.

[winter_wisp]

Winter smiled brightly against the Phouka's lips, then sighed contently.

"You are my favourite too, Phouka."

[phouka]

"Then I want you to stay and not be banished," he said. "I would miss you terribly."

[winter_wisp]

"Then I will learn to thrive without my wings," Winter said quietly. "I will be a good pixie."

[phouka]

"Will you show them if I ask? We will not tell the prince," Phouka said.

[winter_wisp]

Winter grinned brightly at that, then nodded. "And when I am small, I will not hide them then," he decided. "I need them when I am small."

[phouka]

"You will need them when you are small because I shall become my raven-self and chase you and catch you and gobble you up," the Phouka teased.

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled, a bright and bubbly sound that was more like the tinkling of bells than any sound a mortal might make. Bright and full of cheer.

"I would like to be chased and caught by you very much," he grinned.

[phouka]

Phouka pulled him close.

"And gobbled up?" he asked with a smile.

[winter_wisp]

Winter ducked his head, still smiling as a faint blush crept up his neck and cheeks, turning pale skin pink.

"Yes," he said softly.

[phouka]

"I would start with your nose," Phouka said. "I would gobble it up first."

He lifted Winter's chin and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Then your lips. I would take my time because they are so sweet..."

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled, then blushed again- Before practically pouncing on the Phouka.

"Do you love me, Phouka?" he asked, his enthusiasm sending them both toppling over onto the bed.

[phouka]

For Willy the concept of love was elusive, or it had been. He'd been among mortals for a very long time and had seen love turn to bitterness, had seen the love of mother for child, the love of true friends that was hearts and minds. He had known people to say love but mean lust, had 'loved' plenty of men and women alike over the years in that he took them to bed and knew their bodies.

But for Phouka it was so much simpler. Perhaps it was not love as the prince and his mortal shared. Perhaps it did not run as deep or as pure. But he did love Winter. He thought of him often. He enjoyed his company. He wanted him to stay and live with him and bring happiness to his life and he wanted always to make Winter smile and blush.

"I do love you, Winter Wisp," he said, some small bit of magic rising with the utterance of the true name. "And do you love me?"

[winter_wisp]

"I think so," Winter nodded. "I do not know if pixies love, but if they can, then I'm very certain I love you, my Phouka."

[phouka]

"I will accept what you give with an open heart," Phouka replied. "And I do believe you love me. I feel it in my bones."

He kissed Winter then, tasting him with little flicks of his tongue along the curve of Winter's lips.

[winter_wisp]

Winter cooed softly, a happy little sound, nipping at Phouka's bottom lip and then looking slightly bashful again.

"Do you still want me?" he asked. "I know I've refused in the past, but..."

But he wanted to try. He wanted to give Phouka what Aspid had taken. He wanted to offer himself to the Phouka, to give him pleasure- To receive pleasure himself. Many had tried to share Winter's bed in his new home, all confused when the fair skinned pixie quietly offered only innocent touches instead. ...But here and now, he wanted to. He wanted to share everything with Phouka. ...An odd feeling for such a greedy little creature.

[phouka]

"I want you always, but I am ever patient, my little love. Do you want me? When you are ready, I am yours. I want to know every inch of you, but only if it will bring you pleasure. I have no desire to frighten you or hurt you," he said gently. The prince had told him of Winter's captivity, filling in gaps Winter himself had let out. Phouka would have gladly hunted the wizard down and torn his throat out with sharp dog's teeth...the taken the form of a bird to peck out his eyes. But he would take the form of a human to render the final blow of death...only after making Aspid suffer.

[winter_wisp]

"I do," Winter said quietly. "I fear it, but... I think I will always fear it if I do not try. I want to try, Phouka."

Pale fingers came to rest against warm and rich brown skin, and Winter held on lightly as he closed his eyes.

"My body sings when you are near."

[phouka]

Phouka bent low to kiss Winter's forehead, then his nose, and again his mouth.

"My heart thrills when you touch me," Phouka said. "I want to banish all fearful thoughts from your head and heart. I want you only to know such pleasure as you have given to me."

[winter_wisp]

Winter nodded, his mouth going a bit dry.

He looked around the room, at their mortal surroundings, and it all felt wrong.

"Would you like to see my home, Phouka?" he asked quietly. "We can come back before Willy and the mortal know we've been gone."