winter_wisp

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It seemed to happen so fast, and Winter made a small sound of surprise as he hit the bed. ...Though that sound was soon followed by a low moan of pleasure.

This was new. Phouka was always careful and slow, cautious and wary of spooking Winter or hurting him. It was how he knew Phouka loved him. ...But maybe sometimes you didn't need to be loved to be wanted. ...Maybe it could just be lust. Maybe it could be greedy desire.

The thought made the pixie groan softly, thin fingers raking through Eric's hair and then holding on tight.

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Winter was silent as Eric opened his trousers, suddenly still and a touch nervous. His new way of being made him feel so bold- Right until this moment.

Maybe he wasn't as changed as he'd thought.

Not wanting to let fear best him, Winter leaned in and kissed Eric hard, cupping the vampire's face in his hands and groaning deeply. All he needed was that little spark and he'd be fine. That eager seed of wanting taking back over and causing him to groan as he let his own hands return to the task of undressing Eric.

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Eric met the hardness of Winter's kiss and took over, licking into the pixie's mouth as they managed to get each other out of the rest of their clothes. His hands were cool on Winter's heated flesh, even as his fingers curled around the pixie's length to stroke him a few times.

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It felt nice to be touched. ...Better than nice- And somehow it all felt a bit new again. Though Winter supposed that made sense. His body had changed, it wasn't so odd that things might feel different now.

The pixie groaned into the kiss, letting Eric take over.

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The vampire's free hand stroked down the surface of a wing. "I don't suppose being on your back would be very comfortable."

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"Are you worried they'll be crushed?" Winter asked. "They are uncrushable. I am uncrushable. ...I can lay however I like."

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Eric had been thinking of comfort levels, rather than injury, but if the pixie didn't mind, he kissed him again, using his forward momentum to push him down onto the bed so Eric could stretch above him once more. His kisses moved back to Winter's neck, blunt teeth nipping at soft skin as his hand kept stroking his length. "Would you like me to fuck you, Winter?" he asked, the breath with which he said the words brushing against his ear.

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There was a moment, just a moment, where Winter was terrified. Not of Eric, but of this, what he was doing, where he'd wandered, his whole new sense of self. A tiny part of him wanted to say no, to run off into the night, bare as the day he was born and as small as he could possibly make himself.

The rest of him though- The rest of him felt so alive, no longer ice, but pure heat. It was enough to make him glow faintly, blue light shining through white skin.

"Yes," he said softly, his breath hitching and his hips lifting up slightly. "Yes, I want that."

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That reaction - that blue glow - was something else, and Eric straightened up to admire Winter for a beat, hand still moving lazily over his cock. Then he let go and was gone one moment, and back the next with a bottle of lube, squeezing some out into his hand before wrapping it back around Winter.

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the friction stopped, then changed, but it was still good. Better even. Need crept through him, making him shift and whimper with wanton little sounds. His fingers reached for the vampire, thin fingers touching all the skin they could reach.

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When Winter reached for him, Eric shifted to stretch over him again, dipping his head to lick a wide stripe over a nipple. His hand let go of Winter's cock to fondle his balls, very clearly making his way to prepping him, but in no rush.

He liked the sounds Winter was making in the meantime.

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Soft touches turned sharp, nails digging into skin as the wanton sounds grew louder and the pixie became more and more desperate for it.

"Please," he panted. "I want it, please," he babbled, fingers moving from Eric's shoulders to his neck, then into his hair. Blunt nails scratched at his scalp as he tangled his fingers in his hair and pulled.

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Eric brushed his fingers over the pixie's puckered hole, then slid one in, and grazed his teeth over his nipple, watching his face.

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Winter tensed, but only for a moment.

"Yes," he panted, magic tinting his voice with pure lust.

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The magic, not being necromancy, washed through Eric without finding anything to hang onto, and he slid his finger in deeper, still paying lavish attention to the pixie's nipple as he let him relax, so he could soon add a second digit.

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The pixie's breath hitched and caught in his throat, melting into a low moan of pleasure as he used his grip on Eric's hair to pull him up for a hard kiss.

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Eric shifted up into that kiss, making it as forceful as the pixie allowed. He fucked his fingers into Winter harder, taking his cues from the kiss, and his body's reactions as a whole.

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Winter's body sang, and the pixie lit up even brighter as his hips rolled and his lips parted.

He needed this. Needed it.

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This was definitely like nothing Eric had ever experienced, and any novelty was to be cherished. He slid a third finger in, sucking on Winter's tongue for a beat before moving on to kiss and bite at his neck - with blunt teeth, and not strong enough to really mark.

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"Please," Winter gasped. "I'm ready. I want you. I'm ready..."

Pale limbs wrapped around the vampire, and the pixie was pure warmth and heat as he pulled Eric closer.

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All the hotter against Eric's cool skin, and he forced himself away from Winter's neck, pulling his fingers out of him so he could squeeze some lube out onto his cock. Then he hooked one of the pixie's legs over his shoulder, the other one on his elbow, and steered himself into his delicious heat.

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It wasn't painful, but it was a touch rougher than he was used to- And for the first time he could understand why Finlay seemed so keen to be hurt when he was chasing pleasure. It almost made the pixie want to feel the sting of Eric's bite again, not that he could find the words to say so.

Instead he moaned, the heel of his foot digging into Eric's back just a bit.

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Then it was lucky for Winter that Eric was of the sort to mix sex and blood as often as possible. For now, he set up a steady, unforgiving rhythm, hips snapping with no more speed or force than a human might've mustered. He resisted the urge to click out his fangs for now, focusing on the sensation of fucking the glowing pixie.

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Each thrust drew a groan from him, and he whimpered as he squirmed and rocked to meet him.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes... Yes, more..."

He was babbling, but he didn't care. It just felt so good and right in that moment. ...And he'd so badly needed something to feel right tonight.

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Eric licked at the sweet skin of his neck, breathing in that fantastic spicy scent of his. More? Of course, he could comply - and in several different ways. "Will you let me bite you again?" he asked without pausing in the fucking.