winter_wisp | Phouka

Winter had tried to sleep twice already, drifting off for a full hour the first time, only to wake again. That time he'd quietly slipped out of bed and gone into the living room to play with his Wii U, happily playing Mario Kart until he'd been sure he was really tired this time. Certain he was really tired this time, the pixie attempted to call it bedtime once again.

Now it was three in the morning, and after waking up every thirty minutes or so, he was ready to give up on sleep.

"Phouka," he whispered, squishing his favourite plush, and then lightly bopping the Phouka with it. "Phoukaaaa," he whined quietly. "Are you awake? I can't sleep, Phouka."

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phouka

The Phouka had woken every time Winter had slipped into and out of bed. He fet it every time he tossed and turned. And so when Winter hit him with the plush he slowly opened his eyes and blinked at the pixie.

"I know you cannot sleep," he said. "What is keeping you awake, little one?"

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winter_wisp

"I don't know," Winter confessed, dropping his toy in favour of rolling closer to press himself up tight against the Phouka.

"I just can't sleep. It's as if my body is weary, but my mind is alert."

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phouka

He shifted so he could get his arm under Winter and wrapped him up in a hug.

"I do not understand, but I sympathize," he said softly. "Can I help you sleep? Or should I keep you entertained while you remain awake?"

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winter_wisp

"You always speak like you serve me, Phouka," Winter said softly. "You don't serve me though. I am only a pixie, and we are friends. ...We are friends, aren't we? The best sort of friends."

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phouka

"The best of friends," Phouka smiled, his teeth shining white in the dim light. "I know I do not serve you, Winter...I only want to help."

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winter_wisp

Winter slipped and arm around Phouka, smiling softly as he leaned in to kiss him lightly.

"You are a help," he assured him. "You are wonderful, Phouka."

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phouka

"You are so kind," he replied, kissing Winter in return. "You are so sweet..."

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winter_wisp

"Sweeter than candy floss?" Winter asked, before kissing Phouka again.

He love these moments. Laying close and being touched by the Phouka. He loved the scent of him, and the warmth of his body- Nothing else in the world made him feel so loved and safe.

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phouka

"Oh, most definitely. Sweeter than candy floss. Sweeter than honey. Sweeter than anything I have ever tasted," he smiled. "Kiss me again so I always remember your taste."

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winter_wisp

Winter smiled brightly, pressing closer and kissing Phouka again. He could feel something warm and happy growing in his belly, a feeling he didn't know or remember feeling before.

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phouka

Phouka reached up to cradle his face and kiss him once, twice, and then even a third. After that he smiled and blinked his liquid black eyes at the pixie.

"You are extra sweet tonight," he noticed. "Perhaps you should never sleep and only always give me kisses."

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winter_wisp

"They would be sleepy kisses eventually though. Tired, weak, lifeless. Not nearly so sweet. You deserve the sweetest kisses, my Phouka mine," Winter murmured, ducking his head to nuzzle at Phouka's neck as he made a small sound and rutted gently against him.

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phouka

"Mmm," Phouka hummed contentedly. He knew exactly what Winter would and would not do and he had no expectations, so he was free to enjoy what affection the pixie did choose to give. He was grateful for every kiss.

"I have had your sleepy kisses and they are just as sweet," he purred, his arm tightening around Winter to keep him close.

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winter_wisp

Winter was feling bold though, and he made it known as slim fingers ventured down, over Phouka's hip, then between their bodies. He hesitated only a moment before taking the Phouka in hand, stroking him slowly.

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phouka

He gasped, a long, slow intake of breath and arched a little. It was the most wonderful feeling, Winter's graceful, delicate hand on him. He could hardly think as the pixie touched him, he could only hold him and catch his clothes in a tight hold.

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winter_wisp

"I want you," Winter said softly. "Oh, Phouka- I'm ready, I think. Maybe that's why I can't sleep. My body is singing. It's calling out."

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phouka

Phouka gasped again and then looked at Winter as if he didn't understand what he was saying for a moment. He did, of course. He understood perfectly.

"Oh, my precious," he said softly. "I want you as well. I want to make your whole body feel awake in a way it never has felt before."

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winter_wisp

"I would like that," Winter said softly, his voice low and slightly breathy. Distinctively different in this moment of desire.

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phouka

He pulled him close to kiss him again, his free hand moving to slide down the back of Winter's pyjama bottoms. He hummed softly into the kiss and he, too, began to rut against the pixie. He could think of nothing he desired more than to have Winter completely. It was something he'd been longing for for quite some time.

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winter_wisp

Winter let out a nervous little peep of a sound, then seemed to relax again as he wiggled against Phouka and sighed contently.

"Phouka, phouka, phouka," he whispered, chanting the creature's name like some old forgotten prayer or spell.

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phouka

The Phouka purred contentedly, happy to touch and be touched. He was sensual at all times, not only sexual but he delighted in textures of fabrics, scents and tastes. He was a bit of a hedonist. But nothing felt half as good as having Winter against him, delicate hands on him, and the sound of his name in that voice.

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winter_wisp

Letting out a content sigh, Winter tangled himself up with the Phouka, the soft skin of his hairless legs rubbing against Phouka's as an arm slipped around his middle and he stole another kiss.

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phouka

"I could kiss you all night until dawn," the Phouka confessed, his hand plunging deeper into Winter's pyjama bottoms so he could get a whole handful of the pixie's arse in his grip.

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winter_wisp

Winter squeaked at the squeeze, then giggled softly.

"Me too. Me too," Winter murmured, nuzzling at the other man's neck, then wetting his lips.

"I want more than kisses, Phouka."