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

"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.

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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.

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

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."

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

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.

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

"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..."

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winter_wisp

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

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phouka

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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winter_wisp

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

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phouka

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.

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

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..."

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winter_wisp

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.

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phouka

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."

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winter_wisp

"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.

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phouka

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."

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winter_wisp

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."

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phouka

"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.

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winter_wisp

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

"Yes!" he chirped gleefully.

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phouka

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.

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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."