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When people had first began to show up at your doorstep, requesting entry into your house, a bit after the world had went to hell, you had promised yourself you wouldn't become acquainted with another warm body, as you knew they'd either be snuffed out at your own hands, or by a visitor. Scraping their brains off of your wall would be a bit easier if you didn't know them personally, you had ultimately decided. Your plan had worked, so far. The only time you cried whilst getting rid of a corpse was from the harsh chemicals from the cleaning supplies you used to clean up any bodily matter that had been left behind infiltrating your eyes and making them sting. There were no hard feelings, no mourning. It was easy.
However, there was a loophole. You found yourself becoming close with someone... and their body wasn't exactly warm, per say. They were constantly shivering, muttering about the cold under their chattering teeth, and asking for more and more blankets despite wearing heavy layers of textile on their body.. which should be annoying. But you were so lonely, and they're company. Besides, you're not breaking the promise you made that absolutely no one is enforcing and you definitely won't be punished for not following. So, win-win. You have someone to talk to, and you won't burn in hell for breaking your own promise to yourself. (if you were to go to hell, it wouldn't be for that anyways. It'd probably be for all of the lives lost at the other side of your shotgun.)
Speaking of that someone, you're sat in the living room next to him. Ever since you stopped bringing your shotgun as your plus one when you visit him, he's began to warm up. Not literally, of course. Just to your presence. You've altered the way you made your rounds as you check each of your guests for symptoms of being a visitor, so the last person you check is him, allowing you more time with him. You almost dread checking him, ever since you came to terms with the fact that he's probably a visitor. It's a bit of a slap in the face each time you look at his teeth or fingers. Not that you exactly care that he's one, even though your opinion is a bit biased. You know eventually, after FEMA has taken away all of your guests, he will be the next one taken. You obviously couldn't coddle him and shelter him away (discretely) forever, so you'd just pay no mind to that fact until forced to.
"D-do you have any m-more blankets?" The man dubbed "Coat Guy", due to his notorious lack of weather-appropriate clothing, and instead he can be found wearing none other than a coat, asks you through his teeth, which were pressed together, probably to will himself not to shiver, but that was inevitable, due to his state.
You shift on the couch next to him, and you can feel his chill through not only his jacket, but also your clothing, and you shudder. "I've given you all of the remaining blankets. The rest belong to the other guests. I can't just take th blankets from them..." Of course you could, who were they to stop you? You want to, in his favor, but that'd do nothing but anger the owners of said blankets. He dramatically convulses next to you, and you let out a sigh. "And I can't turn on the heating or anything. The rest of us would boil,"
He went rigid next to you, and you supposed you must have hit a nerve. Was he.. self-conscious about his differences from you and the rest of the people residing in your home? As an olive branch, you hesitantly place your hand on his shoulder and rub his jacket. "I mean.... there's of course another way we could generate body heat." You say, hoping you sound sexy and alluring, but ultimately fail. Besides the occasional small talk with him, and the conversation you make while checking your other guests or with people on your front porch, you don't exactly talk much, so obviously, you won't sound like a girl straight out of a cheesy porno attempting to seduce her partner, but creepy wasn't the vibe you were going for, either, and damn close to it is how you came out. You clear your throat awkwardly, and drop your hand from his shoulder.
"I mean... if you're implying w-what I t-think you are.. y-you won't want to. Trust m-me." He whispers, putting his head in his hands. You frown. "Well.. I already know what you are, so what's really the harm?" You say. He sits up a bit straighter, his eyes hopeful and wider than usual. "Really?" He asks. Your frown deepens. "I.. uh.. yeah. It's obvious..?" You say kindly, in hopes of not making him more insecure of his predicament. His face flushes an odd purplish shade, and he lets out a shaky sigh. "Uhm. if.. if you're s-sure.." He says quietly. You notice the stutter caused by his constant shiver increases when he gets... flustered? You're not sure what the mood and tone of this situation is. Whatever. It's still... sweet, in a way, you guess.
"I'm not.. inexperienced.. it's just I've never exactly done it with someone like you," You say, sitting there so still you almost look catonic. His face crumples slightly, so you rush on, "Not that it's a bad thing.. you're not a bad thing.." You decide to be bold again, and your fingers find their way to the zipper of his pants, and work at pulling it down, along with his pants. He's left in only his boxers, which through them, you can see that he's unmistakably flaccid. Are you embarassed? Maybe a little bit. You know you're at least a tad aroused in your undergarments. But then again, maybe he just views this as a way to warm up, similar to huddling up or having multiple layers of clothing on.
You move off the couch to drop to your knees in between his legs. He twitches. From excitement, or is he just... cold? You wonder to yourself as you tug his boxers down. You're met with a slick, nearly bluish pussy. You look quizzically up at him. Now it seems as if it's his turn to be embarrassed, now. He always looked... maybe a little bit feminine to you. The hair or the drawn on, thin eyebrows probably had something to do with that fact. This is.. something else entirely. Unexpected, but unexpected doesn't always mean bad, necessarily.
"Y-you said it was obvious!" He says, his voice raising in pitch slightly. You think back to your previous conversation with him. "Oh. I thought you were talking about.. being a visitor and whatnot." You say, your hand coming to rest on his bare thigh. You shiver at the drastic change of your warmth on his lack of such, but you persevere. He's began to shiver at the lose of clothing on his bottom half.
You lean in. Where others would've had a warmth radiating from this particular spot... he just had nothing. It wasn't warmth or cold, it just lacked temperature entirely. When you press your nose to his slick flesh, it's lukewarm. At best. He shivers as you nudge his clit, but this time, it's not from the cold. You begin lapping at his folds, keeping as much of your warm face touching his skin as possible without smothering yourself. Coat Guy lets out little mewls and whimpers, obviously holding himself back. Possibly for the best, even if in your pussy-drunk state you'd like to milk out every last moan from his lungs, since it's late and there's others just rooms away. After you replace most of the slick on his glands with your spit, you decide to delve deeper, in search of the heat that probably isn't there even though it biologically should be. Maybe he's like the Earth, the further in you go, the hotter it gets. Your tongue, with help from your saliva and his slick, is able to easily enter his vagina. As to be expected, it isn't much warmer in there. But at least he seems to enjoy your entry, as his cold fingers have threaded themselves through your hair and are tugging your impossibly closer. "S-so warm. 'M soo close.." He whispers, biting his lip to keep himself from making much noise. You subconsciously reach down to begin to palm yourself through your pants, the sight in front of you and happening because of you has made you extremely hot and bothered. "Need to f-feel more of you," He pants out, glancing down at you. He grabs the free hand that's been resting on his thigh, and brings it to his lips. Once two of your fingers are in his mouth, his cold tongue begins to swirl around your fingers, and to your shame, you come embarrassingly quick insde of your pants.
One more nudge of your nose on his englared clit seems to send him over the edge, as mildly warm juices gush into your mouth and onto your chin, so you kitten lick his sensitive flesh clean before sitting up. His hands in your hair fall limp next to him as you help him by pulling up his boxers and pants. "Heh.. well, hopefully that made up for the lack of blankets?" You cough, making an awkward and poor attempt at humor as you wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. "Almost. N-not quite," He mumbles, looking down at you with droopy eyelids. You nearly smile, an action you haven't completed in a long while, as you stand up, your knees aching from their prolonged position. on the floor
His eyes flutter shut, his lashes resting on his cheeks. One blanket from an unsuspecting guest can't be that missed if said guest doesn't know it's missing in the first place, right?