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Blueberry must be his favorite flavor. It was everywhere, in their shared gasping breaths, in the soft dough under his hands, on the forked tongue invading his mouth. He nicked his tongue on sharp teeth, and felt the other groan at the taste of his jam.
Pure Vanilla pulled back when he started getting lightheaded from the taste, or maybe from the lack of air. Shadow Milk licked his lips, watching him through half lidded eyes.
"Having some trouble keeping up old man?" The Beast grinned at him.
"I still need to breathe." He reminded the other.
"Just one more way in which I'm superior!" Shadow Milk laughed, poking him in the stomach.
Pure Vanilla didn't reply, too busy swallowing that laugh down. The other's muffled laughter continued as he wrapped his arms around the blond's neck. Claws prickled at his nape when blue hands curled into his hair, pulling until he pulled back.
"Who can't keep up now?" Pure Vanilla panted softly. The Beast scoffed at him.
"Shut up." Shadow Milk growled. "I tire of kissing."
"Do you? Why do you want then?" The Ancient asked, his hands gently rubbing the other's waist. It was so small...
The Beast shifted in his lap, lightly grinding down on the Ancient's hardness. Pure Vanilla hissed quietly at the feeling, letting his hands glide down to the other's hips to guide the movement a bit.
They kept grinding on each other for a minute, breaths mingling as they panted into each other's mouth, almost close enough to touch.
"Make yourself useful and eat me out or something!" The other cookie snapped at him eventually. "I'm getting bored over here." He said as though he wasn't obviously biting back small sounds of pleasure.
The blond thought for a moment, squeezing the dough in his hand appreciatively as they kept moving against each other. Then he had a wonderful idea.
"Sit on my face?" Pure Vanilla asked in a hopeful voice.
"No need to sound so eager, you pervert!" Shadow Milk growled as though he'd not just tightened his grip on the blond's hair at the proposition.
"Why would I not be eager to taste you, my love? To drown in you would be a most wonderful end." He smiled as the Beast recoiled at his lovesick words. "You are my most favorite of flavors."
"Disgusting!" The other said, and pushed Pure Vanilla onto his back. There was a snap, and Shadow Milk was naked. "Stop talking or I'm leaving!"
"Silence me then." Pure Vanilla teased, watching with eager eyes the Beast move until he was right above his face, dripping pussy radiating warmth and that delicious blueberry scent he so adored.
"Shut up and get to work already!" Shadow Milk growled.
Pure Vanilla did not need to be told twice. He grasped the soft thighs with his hands, roughened from his days as a shepherd, and pulled the Beast down where he could taste him properly. Shadow Milk's growl turned into a whine when his tongue buried itself in slickened folds.
"Fuck... You really are eager, aren't you?" The Beast gasped, watching him between his thighs.
Pure Vanilla's only response was to press his tongue as deeply into the other as possible, getting a choked up laugh in response. His nose pressed into the Beast's hooded clit.
For a few minutes, only the sound of Pure Vanilla's licking and slurping and Shadow Milk's gasped whimpers broke the silence. The Beast's hand moved to grasp at his hair, hips slowly starting to roll as the other chased his own pleasure. Pure Vanilla encouraged this by pressing his nose deeper into Shadow Milk's clit and caressing his thighs.
"Mmh... You look good under me." Shadow Milk spoke up after a while, gasping and panting all the while. "So good- ah! You should stay there, it's a good- fuck- a good place for you."
Pure Vanilla gripped the Beast's thighs harder.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You f- freak!" The other moaned at a particularly harsh lick.
The blond chuckled, muffled by the Beast's dough pressing down on his face. The vibrations pulled some adorable mewls from his partner.
A clawed hand curled in his hair, an attempt to ground himself by the other more than anything else. Shadow Milk's hair slowly started to slither under his clothes, cool and oddly fluid yet pleasant to the touch.
"Right there." The Beast gasped after a particular lick. Pure Vanilla hurried to recreate it again and again, intent on pulling as much pleasure from the other as he could. "Ovens, you're so good at this. Pisses me off..." Shadow Milk spoke, rolling his hips into the licks.
Pure Vanilla smiled from his place below the Beast. He was drinking it all in, the sounds, the scent, the taste and the warmth, even the blurry blue silhouette whose details escaped him without his staff, yet that he could recognize anywhere. He was pleasuring his beloved, and he loved it. Loved him.
The cool tendrils of shadows slipped beneath his clothes and he startled briefly before relaxing. Pure Vanilla squeezed the thighs in his hands when he felt them start to pull his robes up. He lifted his hips to aid them, shivering slightly when his dough was exposed to the air.
"So hard just from this? How pathetic..." Shadow Milk let out a trembling giggle, the eyes in his hair fixed on the Ancient's hard cock, leaking at the tip. "But I guess i- it suits you, with how- nh- how eager you were to be beneath me!"
Pure Vanilla moaned when he felt the fluid tendrils wrap around his length, almost cold against his overheated flesh. He bucked in the shadows' grip once, twice before the hand in his hair tightened.
"Tut tut, so disobedient... You don't get to move, doll! You'll take what I give you!" Shadow Milk hissed, and the blond stilled his hips with some difficulty, getting a pat on the head for his trouble. "Good, good boy."
Every lick was rewarded by a jerk, every suck by a squeeze. Despite the pleasure he was feeling, Pure Vanilla's focus remained on giving his Beast pleasure. The other was slowly approaching his peak, rolling his hips a bit faster everytime, his whimpers and whines getting higher.
"Ah! Ngh..." Each sound was an encouragement to him. He started moving his head so the tip of his nose would tease the Beast's clit. "Yes, yes, that's it...!" Shadow Milk whispered feverishly, hips rolling harder in response.
Pure Vanilla moved a hand to the other's soft belly, rubbing lightly on his trembling lower abdomen. Shadow Milk's whines were replaced by moans that pitched higher and higher.
The hand in his hair pulled him closer as the Beast grinded into his mouth, sobbing as he was pulled over the edge by a strong suck. Slickness filled Pure Vanilla's mouth, his favorite flavor. He swallowed as much as he could, feeling droplets staining his chin and cheeks.
In his pleasure, Shadow Milk's hair tightened sharply around the blond's length, making him buck and tense, before he came as well. He felt his release coat his stomach as the tightness decreased.
"Of course you... came from that..." Shadow Milk gasped, legs trembling. "You damned freak."
With that, the Beast pitched sideways onto the soft mattress. Pure Vanilla licked his lips, savoring the aftertaste of pleasure coating them.
"You disgust me." Shadow Milk grumbled as he watched him do so.
"Didn't seem to bother you a minute ago." Pure Vanilla replied, his voice roughened by his previous efforts. His jaw was sore. "So, still bored? We can try something else if you need it."
"You damn-!" Shadow Milk threw a cushion at him. "Insatiable!"
Pure Vanilla laughed, mouth still slick from the proof of his accomplishment.