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Well it started innocent enough.
Pure Vanilla was back to his old self, mostly. For whatever reason, he wasn't ready to leave the spire or try to fight back or... anything, really. Other than continuing wandering and fiddling with things just as he did as Truthless Recluse. It was curious. Curious enough that Shadow Milk wasn't too worried and kept his usual antics up. After all, he was the master of deceit and therefore master of the spire as well, nothing could get past him. And now Pure Vanilla was actually reciprocating. Participating. Giving all attention to whatever Shadow Milk was putting in front of him. Finally, he was playing along. Some annoying little habits of his didn't go unnoticed, however.
Every so often, Pure Vanilla would try to coax Shadow Milk down from his lofty position floating in the air. He would compliment the beast. He'd reach out and brush their hands together when handing something off between the two. He'd smile in a way whenever Shadow Milk was obviously enjoying the game they were playing at the time. He'd try to soothe and care for him through the shared connection between their soul jams whenever Shadow Milk got even remotely upset. It was...
Shadow Milk didn't know what to think about it, so he deemed it annoying. Not enough to demand Pure Vanilla to stop. He certainly wasn't going to get to the root cause of it all, if that was his end goal. He'd laugh in his face if he brought it up.
But as usual, today, Pure Vanilla was testing his limits at getting closer still.
Shadow Milk dragged him into his own room for once to play a little game. It was just cards, but he preferred the quiet of his room at the moment instead of risking being interrupted by Candy Apple or Black Sapphire anywhere else in the spire. His room was completely off limits. He liked having total control over his space. The low lighting, cluttered displays of knick knacks, and bed almost too fluffy were cozy and calm, and he liked it staying that way.
He was humming to himself as the game continued, both of them seated at a little table, cards splayed out in the center. “Careful now~ One wrong move and you're basically forfeiting!” He couldn't help gloating. As matter of fact, Pure Vanilla played the wrong cards about two turns ago. Whether it was due to his lack of knowledge (Shadow Milk refused to tell him the rules and insisted he learn by watching as he plays) or lack of eyesight (the low lighting coupled with the dark blues and blacks of the scenery weren't doing the blind healer any favors), he was losing either way. Everything building ontop of that already lost him the game, but it was fun to see him try, struggling against futility.
Pure Vanilla only taps his finger to his chin, lost in thought. He moves a hand slowly, as if he's unsure... hovers it over his cards... thumbs at one- no, another... Makes his decision at last, and places it onto the pile gently-
SLAM!
Shadow Milk's card lays on top, triumphant. “I WIN!” He stays seated as he bounces lightly and giggles. “Did you even know you lost like three turns ago?? You should pay better attention! Who knows what kinda schemes you'll fall for like that!”
Pure Vanilla, ever infuriatingly graceful, just smiles and laughs along with him. “Honestly, I can barely see the cards... I'm glad you're having fun.” His words are a bit distant as Shadow Milk's too busy basking in his victory. Before he knows it, the ancient hero has stood and moved over to him, taking his hand into his own and taking him out of his celebration. “Shadow Milk... Is this alright?”
The jester pauses, smirk wiped clean off his face and replaced by something blank, unreadable. Clearly Pure Vanilla isn't intending anything harmful. But what is he intending? Raising an eyebrow, Shadow Milk readies to snatch his hand back-
Pure Vanilla's free hand has raised to oh so softly stroke at the jester's hair. Shadow Milk relaxes his palm against the others hand, leans up into the touch. Involuntary. “...Fine, whatever.” He grumbles, tries to save face. Pure Vanilla hums happily to himself, and Shadow Milk gives his hand a more than firm squeeze in retaliation. The wince that crosses his face doesn't go unseen. He doesn't stop him otherwise.
...His hand's so warm. Both the one he's holding and the one petting his head. He closes his eyes, lets himself focus on the feeling.
He doesn't notice when it happened, but when he blinks his eyes open again, lazy and content, he's leaned up against Pure Vanilla's tummy and nuzzled down against his robes. Ah...
He can't do this. This is disgusting. He should hate this guy. He shouldn't be enjoying it this much. There's no reason why he shouldn't have taken his soul jam back right now and yet! He didn't do it. It would've been the perfect reward for winning, too.
“Alright, you got what you wanted, get off me.” Some half hearted attempt at putting himself back in control, even if it's sure to fail. He eases away from the other, refusing to look at him, glaring off to the side and taking his hand back. He misses the sensation of fingers carding through his hair. He could save this. He could demand it happen again.
He doesn't get the chance to.
Pure Vanilla's lightly holding his shoulder with the hand previously caressing him, other hand coming to gently nudge his face towards him, wordlessly asking him to please look his way. Reluctantly, he obliges. Only to come face to face with Pure Vanilla. Closer than ever. Eyes widen. He's very close. The mage can probably see him without the aid of magic at this distance. A heart is hammering away, but with their soul jams tethered to each other, its unclear whose it is. Certainly not both. Not Shadow Milk's. For someone who knows everything, he doesn't know what to do in this situation. Torn between shoving the hero away or embracing him.
Their lips touch.
Pure Vanilla's taken choice away from him again and closed the distance, first hesitant, then gaining confidence and pressing forward after the first graze of a kiss.
“Mmpf-!” Shadow Milk's brain absolutely short circuits. A kiss? He's kissing him? His lips are soft. Pure Vanilla is kissing him. Pure Vanilla is kissing him! A frill-covered hand flies up and balls itself into gold and white robes. Pure Vanilla doesn't budge, stays right where he is.
…
Shadow Milk's grasp slowly unfurls, merely resting against him now, another point of contact. He presses forward, deepening the kiss. Pure Vanilla makes the most adorable little noise about it. He needs to feel more. Needs to hear more. Everything he could give him. He stands, earning a surprised squeak as he absolutely refuses to break contact. Presses against him fully, bodies flush together. Their soul jams are off by just a bit, close but not quite touching with how they're perched on a chest and a neck, and for now that's intentional. Shadow Milk doesn't need anything extra getting in the mix. Not right now. The hand cupping his cheek slowly slides down to his unclaimed shoulder. Pure Vanilla starts moving his mouth against him, and if inhibitions were holding Shadow Milk back before, they certainly aren't anymore. It's addicting, intimacy with someone so sweet, so willing. He moves his arms to encircle the other's waist and nips at Pure Vanilla's lips.
“Shadow Milk...” Pure Vanilla breathes out his name between kisses, making something dark and possessive curl in the beast's heart. He doesn't ask outright, only giving him the warning of a single swipe of the tongue before he's licking into his mouth, exploring and tasting as he pleases. Pure Vanilla nearly melts into him, whimpering and weakly trying to add his own tongue into the mix despite Shadow Milk absolutely dominating the kiss now. It's all spit, and logic dictates it hardly tastes any different from his own mouth, but right now Pure Vanilla's the best thing he's ever tasted. Tongues twist together and he tries pressing even closer, as if it were possible. They're moving as a result of said attempt, but he doesn't really care.
Pure Vanilla's all gasps and squeaks, trying to get as much air as he can inbetween Shadow Milk's taking of his entire mouth. He holds him tighter against him, and- Pure Vanilla doesn't pull away from their surprise makeout session, but he lightly pushes him back. In return, Shadow Milk moves his arms and pushes harder, ready to ask what his problem is but Pure Vanilla falls onto the bed. The bed?
Oh. That's why he pushed. He'd walked them straight back and knocked the healer's legs against it.
And now he's getting a full view of him, propped up on his elbows after catching his fall. Pure Vanilla's face is completely flushed, chest practically heaving with how his breath comes out in huffs, all over a little kissing. His hat was either knocked or taken off at some point, presumably abandoned on the other side of the room. Legs are pressed tight against each other if the folds in his robes are any indication. His soul jam glimmers.
“Get on the bed.” Shadow Milk inclines toward him, eyes all focused and taking it in as much as possible.
Pure Vanilla blushes even more somehow. “I- Um-” Stuttering, glancing away, worrying the blanket between his fingers, “...Okay.” There's a minute tremble to his limbs as he moves, scoots up so he's sitting in the middle. He would've missed it if he wasn't watching him like a hawk. His heart races. They watch each other for a moment. There's no doubt that Shadow Milk's got a flush to his own cheeks. Pure Vanilla's looking at him like he's the savior-figure instead of himself.
The ancient opens his mouth to say something and that's when Shadow Milk pounces, puts himself ontop of a yelping Pure Vanilla, and goes to smash their lips together again. Some foreign but familiar feeling crashes over him and he stops, gasps loud, Pure Vanilla's own voice joining as an echo. Their soul jams press against each other, something electric coursing through him in response. Emotions, sensations, melded together and almost overwhelming. It's everything. It's too much. It's way too much. A cacophony of heated sighs, gentle pleasure, excruciating anticipation, sparks both up and down the spine. When his mind finally pieces itself together enough to regain coherence, he hears Pure Vanilla moan, albeit quietly. Maybe he himself just did that too. It doesn't matter.
He resumes, capturing Pure Vanilla's lips in his again, being the one initiating this time. Something crackles in their connection, enough to almost make him whine. It's far too much. It's perfect. He's perfect. They're back where they were before getting on the bed, now with stuttered noises and hot breath added into the mix. Shadow Milk wants to grind down against him so fucking bad. Evidently he forgot to tuck that thought away because Pure Vanilla the absolute angel he is is doing it for him, hips rolling up and drawing a whimper out of the beast for a change. The gesture of consent is enough to start grinding against him proper, Pure Vanilla breaking the kiss to better catch his breath. He's clutching onto Shadow Milk, trying to reciprocate movement but under the other's weight and the force he's using to rut against him, he's not managing much. It's cute. It's not enough.
Shadow Milk pauses, reaching a hand down, almost frantic as he tries to gather up the robe. He can't get it, obviously Pure Vanilla's still wearing it and even laying in it so it's very much trapped under and around him. He tries anyways, his hero patient and waiting as he gets no where in the endeavor. It's starting to piss him off, and he eases up, breaking the connection for this stupid thing-
Wait.
Connection broken, mind a little less clouded, it finally occurs to him what exactly they're doing. What he's trying to do. And while he doesn't exactly want to stop... No, he should want that, what is he thinking.
Pure Vanilla's eyeing him curiously, arms having fallen to the plush surface of the bed, one raised above him provocatively and the other resting at his side. As if Shadow Milk needed his head to spin even more. All blushing and panting, even.
“Nilla, you- …” A use of the nickname he'd given the other to try and piss him off with the over-familiarity. His brain isn't running as fast as it usually does, though. “You're kinda easy, you know that?” He's trying to take control. He had control before, but he needs to calm down. It's not gonna end like that. He'd never do that with someone so polar opposite of himself. He'd never feel this way, it's simply impossible.
Pure Vanilla's eyes dart down, then back up to Shadow Milk's face. Down again. Up again. He covers his mouth with one hand, smiling like he knows a secret. What- “You might be, too?”
There isn't a swear word strong enough to call him in this moment. Shadow Milk sits up abruptly, resting on soft thighs and holding his arms down in front of him to cover the annoying bulge in his bodysuit. Thank everything in the world that his sleeves are so poofy. He musters a glare the best he can. “Shut up!” A beat of silence. “Clearly, this was just a little bit of fun. You wanna be done with this, right?” Smug, he tilts his head. Of course, he's ever all knowing.
“I... I want it.” Or maybe he doesn't know anything at all and is the biggest idiot in the world, as a cruel joke. “If you do.” Pure Vanilla adds, shyly looking away.
“You're lying.”
Pure Vanilla looks at him again, surprise flashing across his face. “I'm not...”
“You are lying, hell that's why you're still here in my tower, isn't it?”
“Shadow Milk...” He says his name like he's beckoning him. “I want to... I want to have sex with you.” He's clearly nervous, but actually, he might just be excited? No, he's gotta be nervous. Shadow Milk feels like his brain, no, his entire head is fizzling out.
“I-I can't hear you, suddenly.” Who's the liar now?
Though it's more muffled without them touching anymore, just as it was before all that, there's something soothing flooding his soul jam. Gentle, kind, reassuring. Wanting. “I really want you. I do. It's okay... Please?”
Please.
Oh my god. Please.
A little indulgence never hurt. Frankly, that's what he was going for with the whole deceit gig anyway. So it's basically like he's doing nothing different. Yeah. This can be casual. “Say that again.” It's not like hearing Pure Vanilla beg for him made his cock throb or anything.
Pure Vanilla's too observant for his own good, even when he can barely see. “Pleaaaaase, Shadow Milk..!” He smiles, squirms in place as he draws out his plead, shifting his legs in vain as Shadow Milk's still seated atop them. Was he really trying to spread them, or is that just the horniest thing that can come to mind right now. Don't care. Either way, it gets a reaction, the beast shifting off his lap in favor of sitting to the side as he reaches for his robes again. Another endearing squeak from the healer as he lifts himself up a bit, aiding in getting the damn thing off him. Or at least lifted up past his hips. It's kind of hotter like that, actually.
Undergarments are slipped off just as easily and then quickly replaced with Shadow Milk's hand, gently touching, searching, feeling him out. Pure Vanilla's holding back some kind of noise as he discovers just how absolutely soaked his cunt is.
Oh my god. Oh my god. They won't even need lube.
“Geez, Vanilla! You got this worked up from some kissing?” He's gotta tease him. Pure Vanilla tries to snap his legs shut, trap his hand where it is so it can't touch further, but Shadow Milk places his other hand on a thigh and wrenches them open again. The other whimpers about it, seems to get even wetter. “Oh? You like that? So much for being called 'pure'.”
Pure Vanilla looks every part the virgin, eyes darting around every which way, seemingly unable to decide whether looking at Shadow Milk is making him too shy or not. “I-I like it... Ahn..!” He affirms, unable to stifle a moan as Shadow Milk moves his hand up and brushes his clit. He really can't take it any more. He needs to ruin him, corrupt him a second time, make him his in an entirely different way.
And while Pure Vanilla needed to be disrobed at least a bit, all Shadow Milk needs to do is remove his hand from pussy and snap his fingers and then his cock's freed, a very generous hole in his bodysuit appearing instantly. Magic's so fun like that. He positions himself over Pure Vanilla once more, nuzzling their cheeks together in mock affection. “Ready, sweetheart?” Teasing him comes naturally enough.
Pure Vanilla nuzzles back, wrapping his arms around him again like they belong there. “Yes. And, um, please be gentle.”
Well that's a big thing to ask of him when he's this riled up. “What, are you really a virgin?” It's just a joke, but he doesn't expect the healer to actually nod. He's really taking his virginity then. It sends his heart soaring above the clouds. Metaphorically, of course. “Wow! All those years on you and you've really never-? And you're fucking me of all people? You really will be all mine by the end of this, Vanilla~” He rubs their cheeks together harder, nudging the other's head to the side with the force of the action.
“I...” Pure Vanilla starts, takes a big breath before continuing, “I-I want to be yours...” It's muttered so softly, so quiet he wouldn't have heard if he weren't so close, so sincere.
It's enough to make him feel drunk, those words.
Shadow Milk's heart is about to pound right out of his chest, but he has to be careful. He has to remember that. He can't just slam himself into him as fast as possible. He can't back out now, and he would probably tear the entire spire down and go into hiding for the rest of his miserable life if he got too excited and fucked this up. He keeps that in mind as he lines his cock up with Pure Vanilla's cunt, presses in as slow as he can restrain himself to. It's hard to do that when he's just gliding on in anyway, like they were made for each other. It really truly does feel like that.
Forget Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk needs a moment once he's fully hilted inside him. He's so damn tight. Velvety and hugging onto him in all the right ways. He's even wetter than he felt with his hand, there's definitely going to be a mess on the bed after this. “Hah...” Shadow Milk lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. His head's spinning. Pure Vanilla twitches beneath him, one hand clenched and grabbing at his clothes, breaths coming fast. His face scrunches for a moment, that's worrying. Even though he quickly relaxes.
He notices the flicker of emotion, moving a hand to cup Shadow Milk's cheek gently. “I-I'm alright. Just... adjusting. You're really big...” He very obviously tries to do something with their soul jam's connection too, but it's easily drowned out by the ego boost he just gave him. As much as Shadow Milk wants to do something, he also needs this moment.
He doesn't have to let him know that, though. “W-Whenever you're ready~” He lilts his voice, but it barely hides how his words catch and waver. Talking is a lot. Pure Vanilla's stuttering breaths as he tries to get used to him is a lot. Him squeezing around his dick is a lot. Is that intentional? From the look on the hero's face, it surely isn't. It's so good, but Shadow Milk doesn't want to cum like this. Not that he's going to. But he could. It's an idea for another time.
Heavy breaths fill the silence. Pure Vanilla's thumb strokes the jester's cheek, gently pulls at him, urges his head down til foreheads are touching and they're staring into each other's eyes. Shadow Milk has no choice but to make eye contact. It'd be weird to look away, for one, and for two it'd be too much of a tell that he's not used to this intimacy. He's not a virgin, but this... It's nice. Being wanted instead of needed. Ugh, no, he can't admit that-
“I'm ready... Um, y-you can move now, I think...” Pure Vanilla interrupts that train of thought, shy and ever so slightly shifting beneath him. Impatience? Shadow Milk goes to tease him a little more but it's punched right out of him, sucking air in through his teeth as Pure Vanilla squeezes his cunt around him on purpose. Feeling out how he's filled up, goading him on, a physical expression that agrees with his words.
Honestly, Shadow Milk doesn't mean to be rough. He can't help himself, hedonistic being that he is. He leans up a bit, breaking that intense eye contact in favor of leverage, bringing his hips back and snapping them forward. Burying himself into that divine vice Pure Vanilla has on him. Pure Vanilla half yelps, half moans. Sensitive. Perfect for him. He at least tries to be gentler this time, drawing back and sliding his throbbing cock in again with a slow roll of his hips, testing the waters. The noise the ancient makes isn't as high pitched this time. So that's good? Definitely good enough for Shadow Milk anyhow, pleasure seeping into his very being as he sets a pace of it. Slow... Okay, maybe not actually slow, but he'd consider it slow. Pure Vanilla's clutching onto his back again, the hand he had on Shadow Milk's face removed and brought to his own mouth instead, muffling his whimpers. As much as he wants to hear every noise he makes, it's too cute to make him stop. Also that'd require Shadow Milk stopping, and that's not something he's willing to do right now. They're both panting, and the beast isn't very capable of holding back some moans of his own. He just feels too good on him.
One movement a little rougher than the others, his excitement getting the better of him. “Sha- Shadow Milk..!” Pure Vanilla's no longer covering his noises in favor of gripping onto the bed. Crying out his name like that though...
Shadow Milk's self control was already out the window and now it's somehow even further in the ground, dead and buried.
He's fucking into him harder, Pure Vanilla's gasping and moaning with each thrust, it's music to his ears. More. It's not enough. He needs to be his. Each time he pulls out and sends himself back home into that tight, wet heat, it sends electric through him. Pure Vanilla squeezes every so often, makes himself even tighter, and Shadow Milk sees stars. It's enough to make his thought process nothing but getting Pure Vanilla to make more of those noises, getting his cock in as deep as he can with each thrust, push them both further to their climax. Make Pure Vanilla his and his alone, all his.
“M-Mine, you're mine, you're mine, mineminemine...” His thoughts spill from his lips and Pure Vanilla gasps like it's doing something for him. Pulls him down, leans his head up so they're speaking into each other's ears. Wraps his legs around his waist, oh fuck-
“Yours- I'm yours, I'm- Ah! Yours!” Clearly he's forcing the words out, speaking far too difficult with how noisy he is, but what he's saying is heavenly. Divine. It's everything. Pure Vanilla is his. He belongs to Shadow Milk. They belong together.
Shadow Milk starts doing as he pleases, speeding up in his thrusts, fucking him how he really wants. He's making noise inbetween all the babbling and repetition of 'mine', surely, but it's nothing compared to how Pure Vanilla's practically screaming in ecstasy. Clinging onto him like he's everything to him. And he is. Pure Vanilla nuzzles against his shoulder, mumbles something barely detectable, something that sounds like I love you-
Shadow Milk buries himself into him as deeply as he can as that tension snaps, he cums, cock pulsing in him as he gives him everything he has. Everything's so blank for a moment, that feeling of pure pleasure washing over him the only thing he can focus on. But senses return all the same, finding himself heaving for breath. Pure Vanilla's in a similar state, making sounds with every exhale and fluttering around him, holding him tight both inside and out, he must've came too.
…
Shadow Milk's still hard. He wants to chase that high again. With their soul jams nearly touching, the connection's a little stronger, and Pure Vanilla's clearly curious as to what he's thinking. Why not show him? He hasn't caught his own breath before he's dragging his cock in and out of Pure Vanilla's cunt again. “Haha... Ahaha, you're such a doll, Vanilla- Ah...” More sparks are sent dancing across his skin, building it up again. Are the eyes in his hair displaying hearts for pupils? They might be. Hell, he'd like that right now. Let Pure Vanilla know just what he's doing to him.
Pure Vanilla startles at the resuming thrusts, squeaking bleeding into little whimpers. “Mm- Shadow Milk you're- You're so good... you feel so good-” Evidently he hasn't caught his breath either, but he's praising him.
It's definitely too soon, but he can't help it, picking up the pace again and drawing more of those sweet moans from the hero. His hero. Just thinking about how Pure Vanilla was affirming he belonged to him is getting him closer to the edge. The way he's fitting so snug inside him still despite the rough fucking like this is just serving to add to it. He wants to hear more, all about how good he is, but he's already closing in on his peak-
Pure Vanilla's moaning stutters, pitches up, his cunt pulses around Shadow Milk, he's cumming again already and Shadow Milk can't take it. He falls into his own second climax, the shared sensation just as satisfying as it was the first time. He's aware enough to hear his own whimpering this time. Pure Vanilla's womb must be full by now with how he's been pressed in far as possible both times.
Shadow Milk can't do a round three. Not after all that. He manages to pull out before collapsing ontop of Pure Vanilla, nosing his way into the crook of the healer's neck and wrapping his arms around him as best he can to get comfortable. Pure Vanilla returns the gesture, legs relaxing and finally letting go, arms resting on him loosely instead of that tight grip he had on him before. Their chests rise and fall almost in sync as they struggle to get much needed oxygen in their lungs.
Quiet. It's nice like this. Calming in contrast to how heated things were just a few minutes prior. Pure Vanilla's carding fingers through Shadow Milk's hair again, just like he wanted more of before. The jester sighs contentedly, actually relaxing for the first time in a long time. With his Pure Vanilla, no less. He could fall asleep like this...
“Shadow Milk... Could you lift up? Just a second?” Pure Vanilla's voice breaks his reverie. He huffs all displeased, but he guesses he can do that, rolling off of him and fixing his bodysuit so his dick isn't just hanging out while he's at it. Pure Vanilla's presumably fixing himself up too, maybe using magic to get rid of all the cum or something, getting his robes back in order.
But as full clarity returns to Shadow Milk...
He didn't just do all of that. He didn't just do all of that. None of it happened. He's royally fucked it up this time. He wasn't supposed to get attached, figuratively or physically. And since he's the master of lies, no he totally didn't in fact!
“Well, this was niiiiice~” Sing-song as he gets up out of bed, his bed mind you they did this in his own bed, no they didn't, he puts on a smile as usual. “But y'know, I'm a really busy guy!”
When he turns to do one of his grand bows, Pure Vanilla's sitting up all dressed again and gawking at him. “What?”
“Places to be, things to do, lies don't spread themselves, you know the drill!” Shadow Milk floats up, back to his usual stance some feet above the ground. Nothing major happened. It's fine. He's fine.
Pure Vanilla stares at him for a good couple of seconds. He sighs, shakes his head a little, then smiles. “Of course. You are quite busy.” Knowing... something. Shadow Milk can't imagine what.
“Cool! You get it! You can stay here as long as you can stand, some of the stuff in here could maybe kill you? Sure hope it does, it'd be doing me a favor! Don't let the door hit you on the ass when you leave!” And with that, he waves a hand and opens a rift to leave. His dignity's totally intact. He didn't have passionate claiming sex with his enemy. It's fine. Everything's fine.
…
Alone now, Pure Vanilla starts fixing the blankets. It wouldn't do to leave Shadow Milk's bed a mess, the beast would surely throw a fit over it and toss him into another punishment game of sorts. He respects him enough to clean up regardless. It's cute, seeing Shadow Milk so in denial of their shared feelings. He can't exactly hide the truth when Pure Vanilla's constantly seeking it out. Through body language, through veiled words, through their very soul jams, pure emotion lighting across them...
He wonders how long it'll be until he's allowed to show affection to the beast again. Probably not for a while. Good thing he's patient.