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As Blueberry Milk's mind began to return to awareness, he opened his eyes and looked around his surroundings, finding himself standing in the same bedroom in the spire where he and Pure Vanilla had fallen asleep in, except instead of laying on the bed, he was standing beside it, looking down at the rumpled, unmade bed that sat empty, no trace of his blond lover anywhere. Frowning, remembering Pure Vanilla's promise to be there when he woke up, the sage made as if to turn around, only to jump when he felt bare, warm arms wrap around his waist and squeeze, an equally warm face resting on his bare shoulder and nuzzling into his neck with a low chuckle.
“My my sweetheart, quite the risqué little ensemble you have on you today. Did you dress yourself this prettily just for me? I must say, black lace truly does look lovely on your skin tone.” as he said it, Pure Vanilla's arms moved from his waist to instead glide over Blueberry Milk's hips, tracing the line of the thin elastic bands that connected the delicate lace garter belt at his waist, to the top of the black lace thigh high stockings that covered his legs from the toes to about mid-thigh, leaving a small amount of bare blue skin visible between the stockings and the pair of frilly lace panties barely covering his crotch and ass.
A sight that Blueberry Milk had only noticed when he looked down at himself while following the path of those deliciously warm hands, but one that made his face flush with bright indigo, and a pathetic little squeak come out of his throat, shock overwhelming him and making him want to hide, embarrassed beyond belief at such a sight. Why was he wearing something like this?! He didn't remember owning any such outfits, much less putting one on like this without noticing!! Why wouldn't he have noticed he was wearing it before, when now it was the only thing he could focus on, considering the way his lover's warm hands were tracing the delicate rose and diamond patterns of the lace itself, his breath a wispy thing against Blueberry Milk's neck.
Said lover was, of course, delighted by such a sight, being utterly unable to resist tracing his fingers over the lace, and slipping a finger under the top of one of the stockings, tugging it a little bit off to the side, and letting it snap back into place with a pleased chuckle as he nuzzled into his lover's shoulder and neck, the arm around his lover's waist pulling him back until he was flush with Pure Vanilla's own body, letting Blueberry feel the heat of said body all across his back, as well as make note of where there was bare skin, and where there was some kind of fabric covering the other's body.
Had he been able to turn around, he'd have seen that Pure Vanilla was wearing a halter top much like the one he'd been wearing earlier under his robes, but this one was made from a sheer black fabric that didn't really hide anything from sight. A fabric that, due to its very sheer nature, only served to add to the scandalous feel, by revealing the various darker tan scratches covering Pure Vanilla's torso, as well as the obvious imprints of teeth marks over his pectorals and nipples, as if someone had been trying to cover him in possessive marks of ownership, but kept it under what could be concealed under a normal opaque shirt. A secret for only him and the one who put them there to know of.
A sight matched by the equally sheer black shorts that went from his low waist to his mid thigh, revealing yet more scratches, bites and hickeys covering the skin of his inner and outer thighs, as well as the clear dark imprint of four claw marks over his right ass cheek, the scratches still relatively fresh, or purposefully not healed up with magic, as if he'd wanted to keep it as it was for a while longer, like some kind of badge of honor.
When the healer spoke, it was in a pleased, rumbling chuckle, his hips rolling slowly forward into Blueberry's backside with intent "Especially with this kind of decorative design, you'd be sure to turn anyone's head, were anyone else to see such a divine sight. But you would never, would you my sweet? This is a sight solely for me to enjoy, and by the Oven, I want to dive in so badly. You're like a decadent meal laid out for me to enjoy, and stars above, I want to indulge Blue." Burying his face against the shoulder, he mouthed at the cool skin of his lover's neck as he nearly growled, hips rolling forward into his lover's clothed ass "Wanna trace my hands over every little design, wanna feel the lace under my tongue, want to grab those terribly, terribly wicked stockings with my teeth, and drag them off you, one. Inch. At. A. Time."
Bringing a hand up to the lacy panties keeping Blueberry Milk's half hard cock trapped, he gave the bulge a little squeeze as he lifted his face to whisper directly against his lover's ear "I want to mouth at those frilly panties keeping you covered, until they're absolutely soaked through with my saliva and your own precome from the attention I give you. And then, I wanna pull them down just enough so I can free your dick from its confinement, and swallow you down to the hilt until I get you to cum down my throat again." Letting out a deep throaty groan, he swallowed harshly as he murmured "Stars above, my mouth is already watering, and I haven't even started yet. You've ruined me already, and you don't even realize it, do you Blue?"
A choked gasp was his only answer, Blueberry Milk shaking as he tried to chase the pleasure from both sides, legs threatening to fall out from under him. His hands flew up to grab at Pure Vanilla, clenching around his shoulders as tears began to bead up from the suddenness of everything. "V-Vanilla? Wha-what's-oohhh stars!" A particularly hard roll had him stumbling from the sensation, the healer tugging him closer to rest his weight against him, only to further drive his interest home.
With strong tan arms wrapped around his blue waist, Blueberry was forced to lean back against the warm chest behind him, and the hard bulge pressing against his ass, the hips pausing their movement for the moment so that the blond could chuckle as he brought one hand up Blueberry's chest, tracing his belly and chest, before lightly settling below one of his nipples, not yet touching but clearly in position to do so. The other hand remained over his lover's panties, rubbing gentle fingertips over the shape of the trapped cock as Pure Vanilla grinned and murmured “You know, one of these days I really should order something like this for you to try on for me. This is probably the third different design I've pictured on you, but stars, they all look beyond lovely on you. I suppose that's also a testament to just how gorgeous you already are, though that's no surprise. You truly are unfairly attractive my love. Or maybe you were just tailor-made to be everything I could ever possibly want out of a soulmate.“
Pressing a soft kiss to Blueberry Milk's flushed cheek, the blond grinned as he gave the torso a squeeze with his arms “Regardless of reason, I'm extremely lucky that you're mine. Thank goodness that you're just as obsessed with me as I am about you sweetheart, it means I don't have to share you with anyone else. Not only do I get to give you as much of my love and attention as I want to, I also get to see you melt into each touch as if you couldn't live without them. Truly, you are my perfect half in every way I could hope for.”
In response Blueberry Milk could only whimper and shudder, the loving words and touches over his body only adding to the slight haze of arousal that was curling around his senses, his body responding to the actions with shivers of want, even as his mind tried to latch on to the confusing words beyond the praise. What did Pure Vanilla mean about this being the third design? This was the first time he was seeing any such clothing on himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hot tongue lapping at his neck, and a pleased hum against his skin, as Pure Vanilla took a few moments to lay his attention over his neck, before pulling back with a grin, and carefully releasing his hold on Blueberry Milk’s body, to instead walk over to stand fully in front of him, so he could look at his lover’s body in full, from the flushed cheeks and dazed expression, to his bare chest covered in the same hickeys he’d left on him earlier (the hickey necklace and the heart-shaped marks over his heart truly did look lovely on him, a mark of ownership of his very own, much like the ones currently on his own chest. And sure, while these may not be real right now, he'd find a way for Blue to mark him properly eventually. It was only a matter of time and patience), and finally, to the garter belt at his hips, the lace panties doing nothing to conceal his beloved's state of arousal, and those sinfully lovely thigh highs that hugged his lover's shapely legs oh so enticingly.
All while, of course, unintentionally giving his Blue a chance to gather his breath and take him in as well, from the sheer halter top doing nothing to hide the array of scratches and bite marks on his chest, to the equally sheer shorts that also did nothing to hide the state of his own hard cock, nor the indecent amount of hickeys, bites and scratches covering his inner and outer thighs, the marks telling a very clear story of meticulous attention and possessiveness. Bites that, of course, matched up perfectly with the twin pair of bitemarks visible on the triangular muscles connecting Pure Vanilla's neck and shoulders, the marks that Blueberry knew were from him, and their previous two sexual interactions.
'Arousal and confusion do not equal higher cognitive function' Shaking his head slowly Blueberry Milk raised his hands to the other's chest, tracing around the marks on his chest, gaze dazedly taking them in compared to the other marks on his shoulders. He shuddered when Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around his waist, tugging them closer together.
Only just close enough for the heat from Pure Vanilla to radiate over Blue's own, but not quite enough to touch, as Pure Vanilla watched his lover trace the marks with a dazed expression, clearly still a bit out of it. He figured he could give him a moment, after all, he did want his lover to see him like this, even if it was only this version of him for now. Maybe if he could convince this dream version of his lover of just how nice it'd be to be covered in his marks, he could also eventually convince his Blue of the merit of the sight.
So he kept himself still and let Blue trace over the marks, while the golden eyes scattered over his shoulders, chest and waist stared at Blueberry Milk with heart pupils, as the blond murmured in a soft tone "This is what I want to look like for you one day love. I want you to take your time marking me up, want you to scratch and bite me all over, want to feel your forked tongue lap at the jam that beads off of me, and maybe, if I can sufficiently convince you of it one day, I want you to use your claws and fangs to bite and scratch at me until I come untouched from the pain alone." Closing all four of the eyes on his face, he actively shuddered as he murmured "I don't know if I even can, but stars above, the idea alone already makes my jam heat up under my dough like nothing else."
Free a moment from the arousal (as best as he could) Blueberry Milk frowned, tracing the markings, muttering to himself "I didn't do these..." Staring up at Pure Vanilla his eyes locked onto the others, wanting answers right now.
Even with his face eyes closed, the eyes on his shoulders still saw the moment the haze lifted from his lover's face in favor of a slight frown, and then a far more clear moment of realization, followed by a clearly upset glare aimed at him, causing his face eyes to reopen and his own expression to shift to confusion at the unexpected reaction (Blue had always smiled indulgently at the marks, recognizing they were from him. This was oddly new and frankly, a little unnerving as well). Golden and indigo eyes pinned him firmly in place, causing his arms to tense where they rested on Blueberry Milk's waist, as if frozen between the need to stay, and the sudden feeling that he should retreat a bit away from his lover's stern expression.
Swallowing a little to re-wet his suddenly parched throat, he hesitantly nodded, letting his voice soften "No, not yet you didn't, even though I really want you to." Seeing the brows furrowing in his lover's face and his lips purse in clear displeasure, Pure Vanilla sighed, and pulled one of his hands from his lover's waist, to instead come to rest over one of the bites around one of his covered nipples, tan fingers tracing over the mark, and when they moved away, the bite was gone, leaving only unblemished, unmarked skin behind as Pure Vanilla stared into his lover's eyes, both saddened and somewhat pleading, his voice tinged with longing "Beyond a few scratches on my back and the two bites on either side of the base of my neck, I have no real other marks from you. I conjured these myself, because I really, really want to see myself covered with the proof of your claim. And beyond dreams like this one, I can't have them yet."
Biting at his lower lip, he seemed to take a shuddering breath in, before using his hand to grab one of Blueberry Milk's hands with his, and bring it to rest over one of the sets of scratch lines over his torso, aligning the blue fingers with the marks, and slowly dragging the hand down in a mimicry of what the imagined motion had been, though instead of disappearing like the bite had under his own touch, the lines stayed, as if to further show that the marks could only really come to be from one set of blue clawed hands. When the blond next spoke, his voice was shaky, and his mismatched eyes were lowered to Blueberry's collarbones, tan shoulders slumped with sadness and yearning.
"Ever since I learned about the existence of your claws and fangs when you're less composed, these are the marks I imagine myself wearing every day under my shirt and robes. Marks made by you and you alone, covering my form with the proof of your claim over me. I want them, but I haven't been able to convince you yet of just how much I want them." Closing his eyes, he leaned his forehead against Blue's own, moisture gathering under his blonde lashes as he spoke in a trembling murmur, the bedroom surrounding them beginning to dissolve into a blurry shape, like mist disturbed by a gentle breeze "I've only barely just convinced you to trust me at my word, when I say I actively relish in the pain of your claws and fangs on my dough. Barely even convinced you to take a bit more of an active role in our interactions so far. So I'm scared of pushing you too far, so early on in the sexual side of our relationship. I'm scared that if I ask you to go as far as I truly want you to, you'll pull back or tell me no. I'd rather wait until you're more secure in your own confidence, before I try to push for this."
Swallowing roughly, he pressed Blueberry's hand against his covered chest, voice only barely above a trembling murmur "If this is all I can get for now, until I can convince your real self to indulge me more, I'll content myself with dreams like this one, where I can wear your marks with the pride they're worthy of. And hope that the day when I get to make this sight a reality, comes sooner, rather than later."
"Pure Vanilla what in the name of Witches are you talking about?" Highly confused more than upset Blueberry Milk looked where the mark had been, tracing over it, "How...that wasn't magic, you didn't do anything, how did it vanish? And what do you mean 'dreams?' I woke up and you weren't in bed with me when you said you would be and then I'm suddenly wearing 'this' which where in the heck did you even find this outfit," Gesturing between them, the lace he wore and the sheer outift that Pure Vanilla wore the sage swallowed, "N-not that it doesn't look good on you, you look handsome-no sexy is better-no wait that's not the point-" Frustrated at being distracted by the attractive body in front of him he paused seeing the dawning look in the other's gaze.
With every word the Sage said, Pure Vanilla's face had shifted from the teary resignation he'd had in place, to a slow dawning understanding of what was going on, and as the situation finally settled into place in his mind, Pure Vanilla's face flushed ear to ear with the dark tan color of his life jam, and his eyes opened wide in surprise and slight mortification, his hand letting go of Blueberry's hand and the arm around the sage's waist retreating to instead place a hand over his shoulder, keeping him in place as Pure Vanilla took a step back, his voice an even mix of embarrassed and apologetic as he lifted his hands up to curl slightly in front of his chest, as if afraid to touch his lover.
"Oh witches damn it all, I'm so sorry Blue! I swear, I didn't know it was you!" taking another step back, he frantically waved a hand in Blue's direction, and the lace fabric of the garter belt, thigh-highs and panties quickly darkened and became more opaque, turning into a proper pair of dark blue pants reaching the sage's shins, followed by the feeling of silk-like fabric wrapping around his torso, revealed to be a simple sky blue shirt now covering his previously bare chest, leaving him modest once more, while Pure Vanilla grabbed a robe from seemingly thin air and wrapped it around himself, covering his own outfit but not changing it, his mind a bit too frazzled to do so in the midst of his mortification.
Mind racing with the implications of what had just transpired, what Pure Vanilla had insinuated before, pieces slotting into place like a giant puzzle.
The outfits, the wording, the strange situation entirely as if nothing was real.
'Oh...oh well then...now this is interesting'
If nothing here was real, then everything was permitted.
Plus he was still aroused and it was the other's fault for such a thing...he should take care of it.
Taking a step closer, a faint smirk in place, shortening the distance between them both Blueberry Milk lifted a hand, curling his finger under Pure Vanilla's chin to turn him back, "Now, did I say I didn't like the outfit? No. I was confused about where you had gotten such a garment but that answer has been found. Personally, I found it comfortable, though lace wasn't ever my first choice. I much prefer something a little more...transparent. Adds a certain flair, no?" His other hand took the shaking healer's hands, bringing them up to his lips. "So, a dream hm? Powerful magic you have going on love to pull me into it like this."
Biting his lip when his head was turned to face his smirking lover, Pure Vanilla stared into his soulmate's eyes, seemingly searching them for something, before he let out a shaky, nervous sigh, and allowed his hands to curl a bit over the blue ones holding them up to Blueberry Milk's lips, his face still flushed ear to ear, and eyes dropping from Blueberry's eyes to their hands, as Pure Vanilla replied "I'm so sorry Blue, I swear I didn't do it consciously. I genuinely thought it was just another dream, I didn't even notice you were acting different from the us-" just then he seemed to realize what the was about to say, and shut his mouth with a click of his jaw, closing his eyes and pursing his lips with embarrassment at his near slip of the tongue he let out, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward than it already was.
Even though Blue's words were echoing in is mind now, attempting to distract him with visions of blue skin draped with sheer tulle clothing that left very little to the imagination, or cradled by fishnet clothing, or even by clothing with so called 'windows' that let one peek at a hint of indecency while still being relatively modest.
And unbeknownst to him, ghostly visages of the clothing in question were forming beside the duo, betraying his thoughts even as he tried not to think of them.
Blueberry Milk eyed the clothing popping into reality from his lover's mind, a faint blush appearing at some of them, before turning back to his mortified soulmate. "Pure Vanilla, you know as well as I do that dreams are powerful things, a magic all their own. And not always controlled, driven by our desires." Smirk softening a touch, thumb rubbing over Pure Vanilla's hand, "Honestly, I'm honored my love, that you dream of me so much. Makes it a bit less awkward when I admit that I dream of you quite a bit, though perhaps not as, how do the youngsters put it? R rated? I certainly have thought of many scenarios, but even in my dreams, I’m never brave enough to go forward with them. But with you? That's another story entirely my dear King."
A chuckle escaped, smirk growing again as he glanced over at the outfits, "Hmm...I quite like that one. Let me try it on." Freeing a hand Blueberry Milk brushed his hand over the golden tulle fabric, the image and himself glowing briefly.
At the mention of trying one on, Pure Vanilla's eyes all reopened in confusion, and then shock as he saw the pretty golden negligee he'd envisioned hovering beside Blue. And upon realizing what his lover was doing, he tried to prevent it, but the space didn't obey his will like before, the piece of tulle clothing seeming to turn into liquid and curling around Blueberry Milk's body like a playful breeze, taking away the blue fabrics of his pants and shirt, and replacing them with the golden tulle of the negligee over his torso, the wide belt-like stripe at his waist causing the fabric to cling to his torso and draping beautifully over his waist and hips, ending about halfway down his thighs, in a way that pulled attention to the gentle slope of his shoulders, the slenderness of his torso and waist, as well as the plushness of now bare thighs, the sight making Pure Vanilla's mouth water, and several of his golden eyes gain little heart pupils, even as the man's hands tightened on Blueberry's own, in a bid to keep himself from reaching out and touching like the baser part of his mind suggested.
"There we go, much more comfortable." After admiring the beautiful fabric, making a mental note to perhaps change his sleeves or something on his normal, every day outfit, he turned back to Pure Vanilla giving him a smile, waiting to see what he would do.
Only to find him looking back at him with a dozen half-lidded golden eyes, and a bitten lip, the tan hands now curled over his, blunt nails just barely digging into the back of his hand even as they trembled in his grasp, with what he wasn't quite sure was either restraint, or nervousness.
Though he soon got his response as Pure Vanilla let go of his lip to swallow audibly, followed by speaking in a voice that was barely above a murmur "Stars above Blue, that's not fair."
Lips twitching, gaze a tad unsure, "Is, is this ok? I'm sorry Pure Vanilla, I'm not very good at...this sort of thing. I just didn't want you to be upset or feel bad. I never-I mean you said-" The sage's voice failed him, faltering as he tried to salvage the situation for the other.
Oh why couldn't he have just played along? Surely he could have mimicked whatever his dream self would have done. Then Pure Vanilla wouldn't be so upset right now.
Swallowing a whine, Pure Vanilla pulled Blueberry Milk's hands over to his own lips, and pressed a kiss to them, his voice now a little rough with restrained want "By the Oven Blue, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Turning his lover's hands around, he pressed a kiss to his palms, before scraping his teeth gently over the meat of one of his palms, his eyes glimmering with desire "Stars above and Earthbread below, you can't just do that and expect me to be composed after, love."
Taking a step forward, he leaned closer to Blueberry Milk, at the same time that he brought those blue palms to rest over the slightly open front of his robe, just barely below the hollow of his throat "You better tell me to step back sweetheart, because otherwise I'm grabbing you by the hips, and pressing you to the nearest flat surface I can conjure, so I can lift that thing up off of your hips and press my lips to every inch of your belly and inner thighs."
Face flushing bright blue, Pure Vanilla saw the third eye open halfway, heart pupil near burning into his own matching his normal eyes. His fingers flexed, hands shaking as he controlled his form not wanting to maul the other with his claws. Mouth dry and words failing him he could only let out a small whine of his own, pressing closer to feel the other's heat.
And with the non-verbal permission, Pure Vanilla let out a whined out “Fuuck.” Before he was bending down to rest his face against Blueberry’s stomach and wrapping his arms around the outside of his lover’s thighs, hands splaying under his ass and then pulling him close as he scooped him up off the floor and held him against his body, lifting him up with ease and immediately pressing him to a smooth wall covered in a tapestry of a bright full moon, his own torso now flush with Blueberry Milk’s hips, pressing him flush against the wall and keeping him from sliding off with two floating hands made of white, heated magic under his thighs, keeping those supple legs raised and open, so that Pure Vanilla could use his actual hands to remove his own robe, leaving him in the sheer halter top and shorts that he hadn’t had the mental faculties to change out of earlier, the illusionary marks covering his torso once more fully visible to Blueberry Milk.
And then Blueberry Milk was gasping as the edge of the negligee was lifted up, and a heated kiss was being placed over his stomach, his lover's warm tongue laving over the area, before his teeth were nipping at the skin, which was then soothed by his lips, only for the gesture to then be repeated again a couple of inches to the side, and again a little further down, Pure Vanilla mouthing at the blue skin of his lover's belly, hips, and thigh creases like a hungry man being offered the most succulent of meals, leaving marks everywhere he could reach, as he let his warm hands graze over the insides of Blueberry Milk's thighs, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content, as if preparing them for the attention he'd soon lay upon them with his mouth.
And once he'd covered his lover's belly with tiny bites and hickeys, he briefly placed a few kisses to the side of his lover's bare, hard shaft, before moving to the left to start kissing and biting Blueberry's right thigh like he promised to, one of his hands rising to gently cup his balls, rolling and massaging them gently in his palm, while the other lightly dragged his own nails over the inside of the thigh he wasn't actively working on with his mouth and tongue.
Gasping out pale blue hands flew forward, at first grasping at the shoulders of the other before moving up to the soft gold strands, clenching almost as much as his legs attempted to, trying to find any kind of purchase, stability against the storm of pleasure that Pure Vanilla was assaulting him with. He near squeaked at the detailed attention to his sac, head tossing back against the tapestry with a low moan, form shaking like mad. "Oh fuck Pure Vanilla! I-I oh~"
In response he received a muffled, pleased "Hmmmm~" against his thigh, Pure Vanilla giving a particularly hard suck to the thigh, and then a deliberate roll of a thumb over the middle of his sac, before he let go of the sucking pressure with a wet 'pop', to look at the new, dark blue hickey he'd left, surrounded by fainter marks of a similar color, almost looking like constellations scattered over his lover's inner thigh, a sight that made pride and satisfaction curl in Pure Vanilla's chest. And then he was turning his face to dole out the same treatment to Blueberry Milk's left thigh, while his own left hand let go of the sac to instead drag his nails softly over the recently marked right thigh, as if wanting to feel them with his fingers, despite the fact they were mostly visual marks. While his right hand moved to the base of Blue's cock, and traced gentle fingers over the length in an almost teasing caress, not nearly enough to fully stimulate, but jut enough to bring attention to the gentle touches.
A gesture that pulled a high, pleading whine from his love, the hands on Pure Vanilla's blond hair tightening further and tugging a bit with the need to hold on to something in the face of his teasing touches, tears gathering at the edges of Blueberry Milk's eyes as he felt the fingers trace around the head of his cock and briefly over his slit, before they were moving down the length again, making him keen and nearly sob with the need.
Thankfully, for as much as he loved seeing how needy his love got, Pure Vanilla wasn't cruel, so after one last hickey near where thigh met crotch, Pure Vanilla turned his face to the dark blue cock straining against his fingers, and briefly licked his lips to wet them, before he was opening his mouth and taking the head of his lover's cock between his lips, sucking lightly and twirling his tongue over it, before he sank his mouth on it, taking half of the length in one go, and nearly moaned himself as he felt the hands in his hair tug harshly, as Blueberry Milk let out a yelped sob, overwhelmed by sensation and touch.
And when Pure Vanilla breathed in and pushed his head down until his lips and nose were flush with the other's crotch, he was rewarded with a screaming sob, and a series of desperate whines, the hips under his hands giving tiny little thrusts, as if Blueberry couldn't control himself anymore.
Something that deeply pleased Pure Vanilla, and urged him to pull back and push forward again, taking his lover's cock into his throat again and again, and occasionally swallowing around it, pulling a garbled plea from his lover every time, Blue's noises rising in pitch and desperation, until the hands on his hair went from tugging to pushing his head down, keeping him from pulling away as Blueberry Milk finally reached his orgasm with a keening, whining sob, coming on his mouth and down his throat, forcing him to swallow or choke, the former of which he gladly did, having planned to do so from the very beginning, even without his lover's unintentional removal of choice. And when the hands on his hair finally loosened and allowed him to pull away, he pulled back with a gasp and looked up at his lover with a satisfied grin, seeing the way Blueberry's entire body shook with the aftermath of his orgasm. Shakes that soon led to his tired lover leaning back against the wall, and closing his eyes with a whimper, thighs still shaking lightly with remnants of his fading orgasm.
In the face of that sensitivity, Pure Vanilla gently lowered his lover down from the wall, and into the familiar warmth of their heated bed, settling himself belly down beside his tired lover, and giving his lips a brief peck, before he began running his hands over his beloved's hair and scalp in gentle motions, hoping to help him relax further in the aftermath of his orgasm "Thank you my dear, I thoroughly enjoyed your willingness to let me tend to you again. Would you be willing to do it again outside of my dreamscape next time?"
"Stars, fuck me, I forgot that this is just a dream..." Gasping as he tried to regain some semblance of himself Blueberry glanced at his lover. "You keep doing that you're going to suck my brains out." Racing heart slowing down he managed to give the other a weak smile. "Is this how your dreams usually go with us?"
Smiling softly as he caressed his lover's blue cheek, Pure Vanilla shrugged "When I do have salacious dreams like these, I often dream of servicing you in different ways, yes, but it's not always like this." As he spoke, his voice turned into a slow curling murmur tinged with satisfaction, while his own hips shifted from side to side on the bed, not quite grinding into it, but merely providing himself some light stimulation "Sometimes it starts with cuddles in the couch of my room or in your study, and ends with us rutting against each other until we both come in our respective clothes. Other times it starts with me giving you a full body massage that turns erotic and then sexual as you relax further under my hands and lean into my touches. Sometimes it's me putting on a show for you to enjoy, and sometimes it's you trying out outfits for me, and letting me touch and explore them with my senses."
At that he grinned, and nearly purred a smug "Though yes, more often than not, those senses are my hands and my mouth. And depending on the outfit in question, we either leave you sated and relatively clean like now... Or we ruin both pieces of clothing with your cum and occasionally mine, if I'm in the mood to also indulge my needs instead of solely enjoying you." Chuckling darkly, he gave a single, forceful thrust of his hips down, before stopping in place and staring right at his flushed lover "Of course, those are only the dreams where I take care of you without actual outright sex. Those are an entirely different matter after all."
Shuddering at the scenarios, several of which piqued his interest (the massage especially sounded wonderful, having never had such a thing before, as well as the outfit one), "I see..." Eyes roaming down to his lover's actions, blushing a bit as he was caught staring, "Erm uh," Suddenly dry mouthed he managed to drag his eyes back up to Pure Vanilla's, mesmerized by him. "Uhm.."
Chuckling quietly, Pure Vanilla rolled over onto his back, and closed his eyes as he brought one of his hands up to his shoulder, letting his fingers trace the left bite there for a moment, before he reopened his eyes and turned his gaze to his lover laying beside him, his voice a pleased murmur and a half smirk on his face "I can't tell you the amount of times I woke up from one of those dreams with either a physical problem to take care of like this-" he said as he brought a hand to his sheer shorts, running his fingertips over the tent formed by his hard cock in a mirror of the teasing gestures he'd used on Blueberry just minutes before "-or with an already existing mess in my underwear that I then had to clean up in the shower."
As he said it, he rolled his hips deliberately up into his palm with a pleased sigh and let his eyes fall halfway closed, his mouth curling into a mischievous smile as he resumed the slow roll of his hips up, very deliberately putting on a bit of a spectacle for his lover's sake "I may be considered an Ancient Hero according to history, but it seems my body doesn't quite agree in this particular matter. Not that I'm complaining, considering how much fun I have getting off to the thought and sight of you. And now that I actually know what you sound, feel and taste like under my hands and tongue?" At that he grinned like a cat that got the cream, and nearly purred as he thrust up particularly hard into his own palm "I'll probably have even more vivid dreams than before. You've done terrible things to my fantasies sweetheart, and I honestly don't mind it one. Single. Bit. Nor do I intend to stop indulging in them any time soon, unless you tell me otherwise."
Groaning deep in his throat, he moved the fingers resting on his shoulder downwards, to instead drag his blunt nails over his left pectoral, at the same time that he ground his hand down hard against his hips, hissing out a curse and rolling his hips up as he closed all his eyes from the pleasure, his voice going a little breathy "Fuck sweetheart, you always manage to work me up like nothing else can. I think you've legitimately become an addiction for me, with how deeply you affect me and my damn libido."