winter_wisp | Phouka

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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"Would you like to stay on top of me, little love?" Phouka asked, delivering kiss after kiss against his mouth and along his jaw. "Or would you like me on top of you?"

Not being able to see Winter's face was not even an option. He wanted to be able to look into the pixie's eyes.

Winter felt certain that if he was on top He'd only be nervous and awkward, and so he ducked his head shyly as he spoke.

"You should be on top, Phouka. I would like to learn from you. I'd like to see how this can be good."

"Be careful of your wings," he said softly, then moved to roll them over. He gave Winter time to settle in against the pillow so that his wings would not be trapped or crushed. Then the Phouka took his time, kissing the pixie's mouth one last time and then trailing those kisses down his body to explore the planes of warm skin with his sensitive lips. He could not believe his luck, this gift Winter seemed ready to give. He was certainly the luckiest Phouka alive.

Winter fidgeted a little, then tensed as he suddenly grew nervous.

Would it hurt? It had been so long since he'd last been intimate, surely it would be painful... It always had been in the past, and Winter let out a nervous little whimper at the thought.

Phouka kissed the whimper away and then met his eyes.

"Tell me all your fears," he said, his question quiet and gentle.

"I don't want it to hurt," Winter said quietly, glancing away and looking uneasy. "It's always hurt."

"Oh, my little love. I will do everything I can to make it not hurt. I only want you to feel good. And if it does hurt I insist you tell me right away so I can make it better. Do you promise?" Phouka said, laying down tender kisses.

Winter was silent for a moment, then seemed to relax.

"Okay, Phouka. I trust you. I will tell you if it begins to hurt. I promise,"the pixie said softly, nuzzling at Phouka's neck again and holding him tightly.

"Before we do anything like that, though, I will kiss you all over and make you eager for more. I want you to be calm, your body singing with need," he purred, then moved lower to kiss Winter's body. He began with his narrow shoulders and then mapped his whole body from neck to chest and lower and lower until he could nuzzle against his sex and kiss the hot length of him, all slow and tender. Phouka could be as frenzied as any other creature but he had been waiting for Winter to be ready for this next step and he'd thought many times of how he would make love to him and make sure he knew this was a good choice.

Stretching out, Winter moaned softly as he tangled his fingers in the Phouka's braids, grabbing a handful but not pulling. He was gentle and calm- But he grew more and more wanton with each kiss.

By the time he tok Winter's cock into his wet mouth he had the pixie breathing in gasps and squirming. Just how he wanted him. He adored his cock with lips and tongue, suckling and licking to make sure Winter's desire was a peak before he spread his legs, slid off his cock, and began to kiss his thighs and lick at the tight pucker to coax him into relaxing.

"What are you doing?" Winter gasped, confused and shocked by where the Phouka's lips had wandered.

Phouka stopped and looked up at Winter.

"Kissing you where it will bring you pleasure," he replied. "Do you not feel good? I will stop..."

"No, it's just... It's new," Winter replied, looking a bit unsure of himself and fidgeting on the bed.

He sat up a bit, raking his fingers through his hair and wrapping his arms around himself.

"All of this is new, Phouka. I've never... You know. Not willingly."

He sounded so grown up now, post his time as a mortal. In fact, Winter seemed to have aged slightly all around. Just a little, but still a noticeable amount to those who knew him.

"Then that is all the more reason to make this as you want it, my little love. To make you feel good. So you know it can be a wonderful experience, with nothing to do with fear or pain. I want you to only feel loved," Phouka said, his dark eyes deep and liquid with his pupils as big as they could get.

"I don't know what I want though, Phouka. I only know I want you," Winter said quietly.

"Then lie back and relax, love. Nothing I will do will hurt. I promise. I swear on the queen's crown. You will only have pleasure. I will worship every inch of you with my hands and my mouth and my sex," he swore.

Winter nodded, then lay back down, wings folded neatly against his back.

"You're so kind to me, Phouka," he sighed. "I'm lucky to have you in my life. Truly."

"You are my favourite, Winter. I could be nothing but kind to you," he replied, beginning to kiss him again. He kissed his belly and thighs his cock and balls, and then once again returned to the ministrations of his tongue against Winter's secret entrance to make him flex and clench, eager for more.

Gasping, Winter's hips twitched, and he groaned softly as he wet his lips with a flick of his tongue.

"Phouka," he panted, letting out a whimper of pleasure, and then biting down on his knuckle to silence himself.

Phouka heard him silence himself and he pulled away, taking a long lick of Winter's cock before speaking.

"There is no need for quiet, Winter," he said. "I like to hear you. And no one is around to scold you. Do not silence yourself," he finished, then got back to it, circling and flicking and fucking in deep as he could with his blunt, wet tongue.

Embarrassed, Winter let his fingers fall away from his lips. Aspid had always insisted he be quiet. That he stop sobbing, stop complaining, stop fighting... To be treated so kindly, to be treasured and touched so gently- It made him realize just how badly he'd been hurt in the past.

He sobbed, but it wasn't a sob of pain or upset.

"Phoukah... I want you, Phouka."

Phouka kept lubricant in the side drawer but until now it had been simply to ease masturbation. He collected it then and slicked his fingers.

"Soon, my precious. I want this to feel good and not hurt," he said, gently touching Winter as he slicked him well and began to finger him open. He used just one finger at first, getting him to relax and open before he added more lube and a second finger so he could scissor them and crook them to massage the swollen gland deep inside.

"Oh- Oh, it's cold," Winter gasped, sounding genuinely surprised. As if he'd never felt lubricant before.

"It will warm," he promised. He caught the surprise and thought, not for the first time, he'd very much like to kill the wizard. To tear him apart beginning st the throat and then entirely until he could eat the vile man's wicked heart.

He was gentle, fucking into Winter until his body allowed the intrusion, even flexed to let him in deeper.

"My beautiful little darling. My favourite. My love. Are you ready for me? I want you so much."

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