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"Y'sure you wanna do this, blueberry?" Horror asked yet again, soothing his hands up and down Dust's thighs.
"Yeah," his following sigh sounded shaky. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" He was sitting on Horror's lap as the larger laid back in bed. A few days ago Dust had wanted to ask him about something, which wasn't that rare seeing as how he had known pretty much nothing. The topic had blindsided him, though.
He knew for a fact Dust heard him, Killer and Nightmare sleep together before. He wouldn't look them in the eyes for hours after - so when he sat down next to him with his new laptop, Horror had expected Wikipedia, as he liked to check facts with experience, but instead he had been presented with porn.
Apparently Dust's cult was big on purity. You had to be pure in order to be accepted after death, if not your SOUL would remain on Earth. When Dust had realized sex and masturbation was in fact a thing, it had been one of the topics he was more hesitant to ask about. Good thing, Horror didn't want the nice ladies at the library to scold him, Dust would probably never return. So he had The Talk with Dust. He did say he could ask about anything, afterall.
As it turned out, Dust had already tried experimenting with himself. It had taken a lot of time and courage, but he had at least touched himself during the time he started to come to the bakery fairly regularly. Horror wasn't sure on the orgasm front, as Dust didn't know what that was, and didn't seem to remember the feeling. He had asked Horror to show him, as if this were some cheesy porn (which, made sense in hindsight, as he only read related Wikipedia article and watched porn). Horror knew he already had the blessing of his boyfriends, but he had asked again to be sure. And no, Killer you cannot watch.
Making sure to mention that sex was still rather personal (no, you were not supposed to try to seduce strangers, or give someone a handjob at the park like you saw in porn), Dust had been a bit more hesitant then, but still wanted to move forward with it.
"This is…." Dust elongated the 's' as he thought about it, "riding?"
Ah, that was the other thing. Like everything else, Dust craved to know as much as he could, this wasn't any different. He had positions memorized that Horror had never even heard of.
"Yeah, good job. Uh, for your first time though, would you feel more comfortable being on top? Or beneath me?"
"Missionary " Dust automatically labeled, blinked down at him, considering it. Horror was patient, still trying to soothe his jitters. "Uhm. I'm not sure how I'll react...I think, missionary is good?" He searched Horror's face as if to see if that had been the right choice.
"Aight, switch me spots."
As the repositioned Dust looked a bit intimidated, but when Horror boxed him in with his arms something in him relaxed, and he boldly placed his hands on Horror's shoulders. "You good?" Horror muttered, and Dust nodded, taking a moment to think before responding.
"I feel safe like this," he admitted, making direct eye contact. When Horror flushed, though, Dust realized he might've said something too honest as he tended to do. "Sorry, ignore that."
"Nah, 'm glad you feel safe…" He leaned down, hesitating just before he made contact with him. Dust seemed to know what he was going for, as he tipped his chin up, meeting their teeth with a small tap. Dust was already blushing wildly and he had to admit, having such a small skeleton underneath him like this, vulnerable and so trusting despite everything, it did a lot for him.
Swallowing nervously as he tried to keep his magic from forming early and scaring Dust away, he tapped a little kiss to his teeth again, then again. Testingly, Horror gave a small lick, repeating the action when Dust didn't react at all. Eventually he got the hint and opened his mouth. Immediately Horror ran his tongue over his little lover's, before lifting it with his own to suck on. When Dust made a startled noise, Horror opened his eyes, greeted with the sight of those pretty eyelights. They weren't shrunken, which was a good sign, but his sockets were wide as if he had been caught off guard. He probably had.
"You 'kay?" Horror's normal speaking tone always lowered whenever engaging in some sexy stuff, quieting as well. His words were practically whispered for only them to hear. Mouth still slightly open, the tip of his tongue sticking out, Dust took a deep breath in. It shuddered out, and for a second he was worried he had upset him, then he realized it was shaky with lust, not fear.
"Yeah, good. ...Does this mean we're… dating now?" he asked, unsure. Horror blinked down at him, then realized he had never explained the whole kissing thing to him. Chuckling a little, Horror sucked on his tongue again, making Dust whimper into his mouth. That sent a strong rush of magic down to pool and collect, and he was helpless to keep his dick put away.
He had kept a fair amount of space between them, not wanting Dust to feel trapped or overwhelmed, but even in the confines of his shorts his bulge easily brushed against the area his womb would've formed in. Dust jumped, his face a vibrant pinkish purple as he snuck a peek down, looking guilty for it.
"To answer your question, by the way," Horror rumbled, shivering as he kept still underneath the curious hand that was sliding down, "Uh, we'd have to talk about it with Nightmare and Killer, since I was dating them first, y'know?" Dust had turned 100% of his focus onto him when he said that, looking like he was trying to commit everything to memory. "They both gave me their blessing before, though, so I'm sure they'd say yes. They're fond of you too," he purred, nuzzling underneath his chin, tipping it up to reveal his neck.
As he went to work nipping and licking his neck, Dust's hand continued torturously slow, going lower and lower down his stomach. It felt like he left a trail of warmth as he went, and when he finally placed his hand on the bulge in his boxers, Horror groaned a little. Dust paused and Horror assured him "Good noise. Feels good."
His touch was feather light as he trailed his fingers over and around his clothed erection, like he was reading braille or something. Pressing his palm flat, Dust started to rub small, firm circles right on his dick. "Fuck, blueberry," Horror groaned, unable to help himself but rock down into his hand. Pulling himself back to the moment, he could tell Dust was fascinated with his reactions, as well as the hard magic beneath his fingers.
"Mngh," Horror gently took that sly hand, pinning it to the side of his head on the pillow. Dust looked guilty again, so Horror leaned forward to kiss him. "If you wanna take my dick we gotta focus on prepping you."
That was one thing Dust had been insistent about, that Horror fucked his cunt his first time. It seemed like a very uncharacteristic move for him, seeing as how vulnerable that made him, but he knew what he wanted. Horror just made sure he knew he could always change his mind at any time.
"Signs of arousal are dialation of the vagina and clitorus, an increase in natural lubricants, sensitivity of the body," he heard Dust mutter to himself. Horror found it extremely endearing but didn't say anything.
"You want me to finger you? I can use my tongue too," he asked, his face pressed too close to Dust's to see his expression as he went back to kissing his neck.
"Uhm, yes please," his voice cracked a little, turning his head so Horror couldn't see his embarrassment.
He wasn't sure if Dust even knew he could try and hold back his moans, as he got everything from over the top fake porn, and he didn't want to put the idea in his mind. So he bit back his comments about being as loud as he wanted, instead kissing down his body.
Unlike Horror, Dust had summoned his full ecto body from the get go, ready to do everything by the books. However, Horror was determined to slow down a little and help him thoroughly enjoy his first time.
He was so reactive, twitching and whimpering with every new place Horror kissed and nipped. By the time he reached his cute pussy, Dust was tense with anticipation, staring down at him with that same wide-eyed look. "How do you feel?" Horror hummed against his lower stomach, biting down ever so slightly when Dust squirmed.
"Weird," he finally said. "Hot, and there's this weird ache, but not in a hurting way," Dust tried to explain. "It's different than whenever I touch myself."
"Yeah, it feels a lot different when it's someone else makin' you feel good," Horror explained, before placing one last kiss just barely above his clit. Dust's stomach was tight as he held his breath. "Ready?" He got one decisive nod, then Horror was licking him from bottom to top.
Dust jolted at the feeling, giving him an assuring "I'm okay," when Horror glanced up. Running his thumbs soothingly on each of his hips, he dipped his head back down to repeat the same action a few times. He wasn't even putting enough pressure to dip in between his lips yet, just barely able to reach the tip of his little clit that breached his labia. Everytime Horror passed over it his legs twitched involuntarily. Guiding him by his thighs, he directed Dust to rest his legs on his shoulders. When he seemed a little less sensitive he finally took the plunge, making sure to lick his entrance directly.
"Ah!" Dust gasped, simply out of surprise. His eyelights were slowly growing wider and it pleased Horror, especially with how cute it made him. He didn't pause as he had before, instead focusing on each section of his pussy one by one, making sure to lave every inch of him with his magic.
Dust seemed especially interested when Horror finally paid more attention to his clit. He surely knew what it was, as he probably looked at diagrams, but he had told Horror a little bit before this that he didn't directly touch it. It was incredibly sensitive against his fingers, and he could only bear to massage the hood protecting it. Wanting to hear him cry out, Horror used a thumb to lift his little sheath before running his tongue right over his clit.
It was as if Dust had touched a live wire. He spasmed hard, unable to help but curl up to Horror's skull, clutching onto it (mindful of his injury) with frantic energy. "Oh my god," Dust gasped, following it up with increasingly louder cries as Horror kept it up. "Oh my god, please-" Dust was choking, tears rolling down his cheeks as he writhed, subconsciously trying to get away from the feeling.
Deciding he'd better ease up before Dust got too overwhelmed, he gave it one last kiss before letting his hood fall back over it. He noticed that he had definitely swollen some, as a lot more of him was visible underneath the protective layer.
"'M gonna work on stretchin' you out, 'kay?" Horror made sure to keep his mouth on Dust, the vibration from his voice making him twitch a little.
"Kay," Dust whispered breathlessly, letting go of his skull to lay back down when directed.
"I know it's gonna be hard, but you gotta try and relax during this part. The more relaxed you are the less it'll sting."
"Okay," Dust repeated, his sockets closed as he prepared himself, tensing up as he braced himself.
Shaking his head with a small laugh, Horror wormed his tongue back to his entrance, slowly working the tip of said magic in. Dust made a low noise deep in his throat and when Horror looked up he just seemed confused at the sensation. "....I feel like a worm is trying to get inside," he stated flatly, making Horror laugh, accidently slipping out of him.
"Yeah, 's gonna feel weird at first. With my fingers especially, you might just feel pressure at first before it starts to feel good." he assured, going back in when Dust nodded.
After a few minutes of dedicated time to eating him out, Dust started to relax. Not because it felt particularly amazing, but because he was growing used to the new feelings. As he loosened some Horror dove deeper, his tongue squeezed as he managed to sneak his way inside. Dust had his mouth closed and eyes shut, his brow creased as he focused on the sensation. When Horror finally curled his magic upwards, rubbing persistently against his walls, Dust finally arched up a bit, moaning louder as he looked back down, sweat starting to run down his skull.
"Was that my G spot?" he asked, his voice definitely more shaky than before.
"Dunno, maybe," Horror hummed, wiggling his way back in to repeat the action, the tip of his tongue firmly swirling inside him. In response Dust arched away more, gasping as Horror kept him there, pulling back only briefly to give him a smug "Yup," before continuing.
Sure enough Dust was as loud as he wanted, his mouth gaping open as he moaned over and over, eyes shut once more. His hands had scrambled to hold his, and Horror happily squeezed back when Dust's fingers started to flex. He was arching so heavily his feet were flat on Horror's back, and he could feel the slight pinch as his toes curled hard.
"Ohng-" Dust shuddered, going limp briefly before regaining control. Not quite an orgasm, but he was clearly enjoying himself.
As he worked Dust higher and higher, he gently pulled a hand away to rub a single finger through the slippery magic Dust was producing, coating it well before he circled his entrance with it. Dust could definitely tell the difference, as he looked back down to Horror, who steadily held his flushed gaze. "Ready? 'S gonna be that pressure" he warned again, prompting Dust to nod as he panted.
He had loosened some with the work Horror had already done. Replacing his tongue with his finger wasn't too hard. The tight ring of muscle resisted the intrusion before finally giving way, allowing Horror to sink a finger in deep.
"Ewgh-" Dust made a noise, face scrunching up at the unpleasant feeling, and Horror couldn't help but laugh again, his warm breath brushing against his slightly exposed clit.
"Give it a second," he kissed a thigh before continuing, sliding his finger out ever so slightly before sinking it back in. "You still feel that aching?"
"Ngh, yeah," Dust was starting to squirm again, his eyes bright as he got used to his finger. "It's almost worse, somehow. I think my body just wants something inside it."
"Yeah, 's what feeling horny is like," Horror teased, getting a knee knocked gently on his head in recompense.
"But you already are inside me," he frowned, experimentally rolling his hips down. Horror let him fuck himself on his finger for a bit, watching his soft tummy with appreciation, able to see the strong muscle underneath as he moved.
"Y'need something bigger," Horror winked up at him, making Dust flush and glare before he slipped a second finger in rather quickly.
"Oh, fuck!" Dust gasped, his eyelights briefly glazing with fear at the increased pressure, before realizing it didn't really hurt. "Fuck," he repeated, his head falling back to his pillow with a soft thump.
"I am," Horror said before curling his two fingers upwards, able to pay better attention to his sensitive insides than he could with his tongue. The reaction was immediate, with Dust rolling his hips down again, instinctively trying to increase the stimulation on the spot. Horror obliged for a bit, leaning his skull on his hand as he simply watched Dust jerk and gasp.
"Hhng," Dust moaned lowly, his eyelights fuzzy with pleasure as he stared off into the distance, his expression dreamy as Horror continued to finger him. He managed to slide a third digit in with minimal reaction, other than Dust moaning and squeezing his fingers hard before letting go.
"Can you tell me when you're about to cum?" Horror crooned, expecting the reply he got.
"How do I know?" Dust gasped, still squirming as Horror finger fucked him.
"It feels like a lot of pressure building right here," he used his other hand to smooth against the little area right under his stomach. Dust hadn't summoned anything aside from the necessary parts, so he had nothing there, but Horror felt a bit soft anyway at such a vulnerable part of him, pressing a kiss to it. "When you cum all that tension kinda just, snaps, all at once. It feels really good, letting go of everything that had built up."
Dust didn't say anything else for awhile, trying to focus on when to tell Horror he was cumming. His pleasure mounted higher and higher, and he started to babble frantically. "I'm cumming! Oh my god, I'm cumming- I came, oh fuck!"
He had in fact, not cum yet, simply overwhelmed by the build up. Horror had to use his elbows to keep his legs separated, lest he want Dust to accidentally crack open the rest of his skull.
"Not yet," he mumbled, making sure to watch for any alarming signs that it was too much.
"I came! I came I came I cam- oh my god," Dust was writhing almost violently, the only thing keeping him on the bed were Horror's sturdy hands. "I ca-me, oh my god I'm gonna die! 'm gonna die," he chanted over and over. Horror could feel him winding up to cum, so he worked him quickly, knowing if he were to stop now Dust would probably be pissed he stopped what was probably his first orgasm.
"-dy-ing," he moaned one last time before arching hard. His gasp was loud as he curled up again to lean on his elbows, his hands locked where they were tearing up the bedsheets. After that initial sound he was quiet as he came, his eyes shut tightly, mouth open as he held his breath. He looked absolutely beautiful in the midst of pleasure, and Horror did his best to ease him through the devastating orgasm.
When he finally withdrew two of his fingers Dust immediately went boneless, his pussy still strongly throbbing in time with his racing magic. Horror didn't hook upwards as he had been doing, simply stroking at anything he could with that last finger. He touched his velvety insides, satisfied with his quiet sighs and gasps, pulling away to tease the muscles around his entrance, before finally letting go of him completely.
Dust was limp, panting and sweating, still staring off into space as he processed through the past few minutes. "That was my orgasm?" he finally managed, letting out a quiet "fuck" when Horror confirmed it. "Definitely haven't had that happen before.
"Heh," Horror kissed his sticky thigh again, using the loose bed sheets to try and clean him up a bit. "You like it?"
"Fuck yeah," came his breathless whisper. Laying his head on his stomach, Horror hugged the legs still thrown over him, nuzzling happily at his soft belly. He had honestly expected Dust to be exhausted after that which is why he was a bit surprised when Dust moved to sit up. "Are- did you still wanna fuck me?" he asked quietly, trying to erase the hopeful note from his voice.
"If you're still up for it, course blueberry," he smiled, following his lead when Dust laid back down. Hovering over him yet again, Dust was back to looking at his dick. The front of his boxers were wet now from the spectacle he had been treated to, and it made him blush.
"'S that because of me?" he muttered, trying to sink deeper in his bed as if he could escape the embarrassment.
"Course," Horror grunted, clicking his teeth against the smaller's forehead. "That was hot as hell."
As they repositioned themselves again Horror could visibly see Dust get eager again. He was looking down between them, his expression surprised, almost in awe of what they were doing. Horror moved to push his own shorts down but Dust beat him to it, looking him shly in the eyes before pulling.
His dick got caught, but Dust figured that out pretty quickly, grabbing the band to pull instead of the pants part. He got them down to about mid thigh before his dick sprang back up, hard and weeping.
Horror didn't make a move, content to let Dust do what he wanted. Below him, Dust reached out with a single finger, poking the wet tip once, almost as if to confirm it was real. When he wasn't immediately struck down he grabbed it, his thumb naturally moving to rest on the head. He swiped it up and down a couple of times, making Horror groan in surprise.
Unfortunately that prompted Dust to take his hand away, embarrassed again. "Sorry," Horror muttered, going to take his shorts off completely, throwing them somewhere else in the room.
"No that was fine- it was good, sorry…" They'd be here all night contesting each other if this continued, so Horror ducked his head to kiss him. Dust was so earnest, so happy to be kissing him it blew him away, honestly. He of course had felt this before with Killer and Nightmare, but this just felt different. Dust was handing him the keys to something important to him, one of the only things the Journyers hadn't taken from him. Just the thought of him trusting him that much…
Mid kiss Horror reached a hand down to test his wetness. He was still soaked, and he brought his fingers back up to suck the slick off of them. Dust's neutral expression twisted to disgust for a moment as he let out an "Ew." Horror snorted, reaching back down to position himself correctly. When Dust felt him nudge his entrance he carefully schooled his expression back to it's typical neutral, his hands still loosely settled on his chest.
"Ready?" he asked again, as he had earlier. Dust nodded, looking him in the eye, and once again Horror was stunned by the raw trust painted on his face. With a deep breath to steady himself, he slowly pressed in.
His expression twitched very slightly, though Horror couldn't tell if it was from pain or something else. "Hurt?" he grunted, worried Dust was trying to hide it.
Dust shook his head, then considered a verbal response when prompted. "It doesn't… hurt. It's like stretching for the first time? But sensitive?" words seemed to fail him, but Horror nodded as if he understood.
"Uncomfortable but not hurting?" Dust nodded in confirmation. "Okay, Imma go deeper," he said, and Dust let out a long breath the further in Horror pushed himself.
He felt himself reach the back of Dust's magic, when he was only a little over halfway inside him. Instead of pushing to try and stretch him farther, Horror checked his face one more time, before drawing back, then sliding home once more.
As he built up a slow and steady pace, Dust couldn't keep his face steely, unable to help his shocked gasps whenever he was thrust into. His eyelights were dilated again, framed by his wide sockets. He didn't seem to be reacting from pleasure just yet, moreso the hardness pushing at his insides.
As Horror continued, he was able to sink in a little deeper as Dust's body got used to the intrusion, obediently making more room. His magic seemed to stretch and shape around his cock and it felt perfect.
Without meaning to, he grunted, hips twitching without input. It drove him further into Dust, who let out a surprised "Oh!" as he hit the back of his entrance again. Based on his reaction, compared to before, Horror guessed that he had rediscovered his G spot.
Focusing, Horror tried to angle himself the exact same way to continue hammering that spot. It seemed to work, as Dust's eyelights rolled up briefly before he shut them, hiding his beautiful eyes from him. Missing that cute surprised expression, Horror paused a moment to bring Dust's legs up and onto his lap, instead of where they had been propped on the bed. Not wanting to try a position that might be too much too quickly, Horror directed them to rest on either side of his hips instead of pressing them up like he wanted to. At this angle Dust was partially in his lap, putting him at the perfect angle to hit all his sweet spots each time.
Dust shook his head briefly, hands clutching into the blankets. Horror was concerned at first, just about to ask if he needed to stop, when Dust started his sounds again. Like before, with each thrust he exhaled like all the air was being forced from him. Mixed in were the cute little, "Oh!"s.
Incredulous at how good it was beginning to feel, Dust blearily opened his sockets to look down at where they were connected, before Horror ruined that by pushing back in, making him go lax once more.
"Uh! Uhn! Nnnh!" He couldn't help but make small sounds everytime Horror thrusted back in, his entire body rocking with the force. Dust brought a hand down to set on his belly, trying to feel the cock moving inside him. Horror growled at the sight and picked up speed, hoping he could feel him underneath his fingers.
Dust's cries were getting louder and higher pitched the longer this went on. Pretty limp by this point, he let Horror do whatever he wanted, simply enjoying the ride. That deep ache wasn't quite satisfied yet, but his body was definitely happier. His entrance clenched tight as he tried to fully get rid of the ache, making Horror groan, slamming in a little too hard.
"Fuck!" Dust shouted, and Horror stopped. "No, dammit keep going!" he whined, trying to rock his hips down. "I need that again, please!"
Emboldened by his words, Horror increased his pace yet again, making Dust’s toes curl, his head falling back again. He hit his limit about 20 seconds in, his whole body trembling as he once again tightened around the dick inside him.
Horror was slightly surprised, as he hadn't been touching Dust's clit at all and yet he still came. He supposed it made sense tho, as he was suffering an onslaught of stimulation he had never felt before.
Cries faded to whimpers, and Dust was easily maneuvered, his legs pressed a little higher as Horror traded speed for power. Their ecto sounded loud together as he railed his little love into the bed, kissing every tear that fell from his sockets. He sobbed, overwhelmed as he was fucked through his orgasm, and the sound pushed Horror off the edge. Hilting himself one last time, he practically growled as he came deep inside Dust.
His sockets were partially opened again, looking to his stomach as he was filled up more than he could've imagined. It was weird, feeling full not from his stomach, but from lower down. It was impossibly good and he shivered slightly as leftover sparks of pleasure ran down his spine.
When Horror pulled out, Dust immediately noticed the ache was still there. It was starting to get annoying- he had just gotten fucked hard for the very first time and his greedy cunt still wanted more. He frowned as cum slid out of him, and he pressed two of his own fingers in. Horror watched as Dust fingered himself, sloshing his magic around as he felt himself. There was a lot more room now, as Horror was...pretty big, and he scissored his fingers curiously, trying to open himself further to stop the ache.
"Urgh," he finally gave up, leaving his fingers inside himself as he fell back, glaring up at Horror.
"You good, blueberry?" Horror was startled, worried he had done something wrong. Dust seemed to realize that and his expression softened, casually wiping his fingers off on the blankets.
"Yeah, it felt really good, I liked it," he smiled briefly, knowing Horror liked it when he did, "But it still feels like it did before, like my body needs something inside of it. It got slightly better...in the middle of it," he blushed, turning his head to glare at the wall, "but it's back." The last part of his statement was bashful and quiet, his legs still wrapped tightly around Horror's waist.
"Oh, yeah," the larger chuckled, finally sitting back, stretching his sore arms above him. "That'll happen. If you wanna go again we can. Or when you calm down a bit it'll prolly stop." He watched as Dust considered his options, letting his legs fall open as he experimentally rubbed at his clit, wincing.
"'m sore," he mumbled, and Horror got off the bed fully, yanking him off as well, smiling at the yelp Dust gave as he moved to hold him like a princess.
"Warm bath will help," he rumbled and Dust pressed his skull on his chest, feeling the pleasing vibrations. "If you change your mind and feel up to it we can just fuck in the bath."
"Isn't that gross," Dust narrowed his sockets, making Horror huff a small laugh. "You're sitting in a wet soup with all the sweat and semen."
"Well when you put it like that," he snorted, kicking open the bathroom door, carefully setting Dust on the lid of the toilet to mess with the taps. "You shower off after, too. Don't worry, you won't get dirty~" he teased, winking at the blushing skeleton.
"Shut up," was all he muttered, crossing his arms as he curled up to hide most of his body.
Horror made sure to wash him thoroughly, and they did in fact have bath sex, only this time Dust was sitting in his lap. He had seemed nervous about letting any water spill on the floor, but with encouragement he got used to slowly grinding and bouncing on him. He got tired quickly so Horror helped him the rest of the way, easily lifting him.
After two rounds Dust looked ready to pass out. Horror deposited him in his own room, but it felt wrong to leave him, so Horror curled next to him on the twin sized bed. It was a bit awkward, but the smaller didn't seem to mind, curling close to him as he relaxed.
"Thanks," he yawned, prompting a soft smile, and a caress to the back of his skull. Within moments he was asleep.
The next morning he was extremely unamused when Killer happily exclaimed that Dust hadn't died. That was also the first time Dust realized how thin the walls were, vowing to be quieter next time, and also not yell that he was dying.