The Night Market Cozy

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Zinnia Demitasse The Night Market Cozy Tales<img src="https://i.postimg.cc/7hvhLCfs/logo.jpg"><img src="https://i.postimg.cc/gcfgDQT9/Cozy-banner.png" height="500" width="900"> Welcome to the Night Market. These tales take place somewhere in the distant future when the books have ended. They are meant to be cozy and fun and give a glimpse of happier times. There will be no spoilers for Book 2 in this fiction buy may be some spoilers for Book 1. Please read with caution. [[On to the story|Choices]] <<link "Credits">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> What is your name? <<textbox "$name" $name>> \ <<button "Confirm">> <<set $name to $name.trim()>> <<if $name is "">> <<replace "#name-error">>Please enter a name!<</replace>> <<else>> <<goto "Pronouns">> <</if>> <</button>> &nbsp;&nbsp; \ <span id="name-error"></span> What are your pronouns? [[I identify as Male|sexuality][$pgen to "0"]] [[I identify as Female|sexuality][$pgen to "1"]] [[I identify as Non binary|sexuality][$pgen to "2"]] For any sexual content (you can skip these if they are on your route) are you a... [[Male|Romance][$sex to "male"]] [[Female|Romance][$sex to "female"]] [[Trans Male|Romance][$sex to "transm"]] [[Trans Female|Romance][$sex to "transf"]] Which romance would you like to experience? [[Milo]] [[Milo/Mal Poly|M/M poly]] [[Hazel]] The fresh scent of renewal was in the air. A hint of life. A fresh beginning. It had been subtle at first. A flower that grew through the broken slab of stone. A tree that had not bloomed for years, suddenly taking on new life down below where green did not grow. Life was burgeoning all around now and while there were miles left in the journey, there was a light to show the way. We walked down one of the new streets that had formed. It was a narrow little alley, lined with fresh cobblestone and yellow daisies. Every few yards, a window into another alley appeared, allowing onlookers to peer into the districts with interest. A puzzle of sorts had been created from such a display. Travelers would get a sneak peek into a world they had yet to experience, and then have to navigate the maze to try and find it. Entire groups had formed within the Night Market, of trepid travelers trying to discover the realm's secrets. I was told they met on the waning moon each celestial turn. The market was growing. Becoming something far bigger than I had ever expected. No longer was in the world the ancestors had created. Or the one I had cobbled together. But a world of hope. Of mystery. Of second chances. Rounding a corner, I made my way into a deep azure lit alley. The lanterns above sparkled, making the pathway look as if it were underwater. A few individuals had set up shop, selling small seashell necklaces and other little kitsch things. At the end of the alley was a well that lead to the Deep. Though, I didn’t think anyone had quite figured that one out yet. Milo had rented a small room, sending me a note and requesting that we have a date. Our time apart lately had far exceeded our time together. Our lives had diverged despite being so interconnected that we could often times feel the other's thoughts. Time alone with each other was a rare commodity and I found myself eagerly looking forward to tonight. [[I was hoping for a steamy date]] [[I was hoping for a nice date]] It had been a few days since I had seen Milo, the role of Gatekeeper having taken him far into the Outlands for a bit. Late last night, he had come stumbling in, kissing me sloppily on the cheek before rolling over and sleeping. He hadn’t even taken off his boots. When I woke, he had already been gone. I wasn’t sure what he had planned but with the state he had left me in, I was hoping I could at least convince him of how to end the night. Not that I thought it would be hard given that Milo was ready to play under the covers at any point in the day. One eventful evening, we had been leaving the market, when he shoved me behind an active market stall, rutting up against me with his hand over my mouth as he whispered filthily in my ear. The Velvet Guard had of course caught us but thankfully, being the Night Market, had some perks. There was a small, tarnished gate off to our right with a thin slip of a front yard to it. Narrow planters held beautiful night violets, while ivy crept up along the outside windows. It was strange to see a yard to anyone's home when in the heart of the market. Here, in a district that boasted tourism, it wasn’t as much out of place. I walked up to the door, seeing it cracked open. The warm amber glow of the lights were spilling from the crack in the door and out from beneath the curtains of the window. “Milo?” I called out, pushing my way inside. The room itself was average size. Immediately I spied a soft bed in the corner, a small kitchenette, and what should have been a spot for a love seat near the fire. Instead, Milo knelt in the middle of the room. With nothing but a bow on. My hand came to my mouth, lips between my teeth as I looked at him. “Hey there, darlin’,” he drawled. Because only Milo Next could pull off a drawl like that while trussed up in satin ribbon. “Want to come unwrap me?” Walking further into the room, I tipped my head to the side, looking at my ‘present’. He had least had the foresight to put a pillow beneath his knees. Milo was naked as the day he was born, hair a bit sweaty against his temple. Long lines of satin ribbon crossed his body artfully, tying his arms behind his back and bending him in such a way that he jutted his chest and pelvis forward. And there, on his burgeoning erection, was a tidy, red bow. Milo was grinning at me like the cat who caught the canary. “You are very pleased with yourself,” I stated, trying to hide my amusement. “Uh huh. I’ve been such a good boy, $name. Thought I would treat myself.” “So is this a treat for me? Or for you?” “Yes.” I began circling him, admiring the ribbon. The way it dug just a little into his skin. “How long have you been like this?” “About an hour.” “Mmmm,” I hummed. Coming around to his front side, I stared down at him. He had his head tilted upwards, eyes dark, as he stared hopefully up at me. “You’d like for me to untie you, I assume?” “That is the plan,” he agreed. [[I don’t know. Those knots look pretty tough]] [[And ruin all your hard work?]] [[And if I don’t want to?]] The role of Gatekeeper having taken Milo far into the Outlands this last week. Late last night he had come stumbling in through my open window, kissing me sloppily on the cheek before rolling over and passing out. He hadn’t even taken off his boots. When I woke, he had already been gone. I had tried to reach out to him, part of me wondering if it had just been a dream. He sent me back soothing little thoughts that were little more than tendrils. It meant he was busy. It wasn’t until later that a note had arrived with an address and time. For Milo, it could be one of two things. A romantic date, or someone had taken him for ransom and was trying to get the Night Market to save ?their Gatekeeper. It was becoming a bit sad that the later option was becoming such a thing. Though, given how much I missed Milo, I would take it. There was a small, tarnished gate off to our right with a thin slip of a front yard to it. Narrow planters held beautiful night violets, while ivy crept up along the outside windows. It was strange to see a yard to anyone's home when in the heart of the market. Here, in a district that boasted tourism, it wasn’t as much out of place. A warm amber glow spilled from the open crack of the door and out beneath the curtain covered windows. “Milo?” I called out, gently pushing my way inside. A strange sense of quiet surrounded me. A breath held in anticipation for what was to come. When I stepped inside, I felt as if I was balancing over a precipice, nervous and excited all at once. But I was put at ease when I spotted him. Because there, in the middle of the room, Milo stood dressed in his dark blue shirt and tan pants, freshly washed and grinning like his entire world had just walked in the front door. “Darlin’, you are a sight for sore eyes.” With three long strides he came forward, swooping me up in his arms and pressing his lips hungrily against mine. I felt myself smile as he turned us around, his fingers kneading my back as he drank me in. When we separated, I was slightly out of breath, my world tilting with the way he was looking at me. “Hello to you too,” I laughed. His hands slipped down to lace within my own. “You ready for tonight?” He dipped forward, placing another kiss to my lips, nipping at me slightly with that mischievous grin. “I don’t know what tonight is,” I reminded him. “Well, kick off your shoes and let me be your guide,” he told me. [[Next|Milo solo 1]] “The alley is longer.” There was such familiarity to that voice now. I hadn’t realized how comforting a tone could be. Part of me wondered if that was normal. If others found individuals in their life and integrated them so thoroughly that they found solace in a tone. Another part of me wanted that to be special. Just for Malcolm and I. “I think it gets longer with each discovery that the Night Peepers make.” He winced, face curling up in utter disgust. “I still hate that name. They had to know what they were doing when they made such an inane group name.” I laughed softly to myself. I had learned Malcolm’s quirks over the years. His opinions. And he did not hold back now. “I mean, it’s not wrong,” I told him. The realm was made up of eternal night. And they technically were peeping through windows into other districts. “The implications are horrid, and you know it.” The frown across his face was deep. The opposite of my own. I still laughed myself silly when I thought of how he had tried to explain the name to the group. They had all looked at him as if he was the problem. Rounding a corner, I made my way into a deep azure lit alley. The lanterns above sparkled, making the pathway look as if it were underwater. A few individuals had set up shop, selling small seashell necklaces and other little kitsch things. At the end of the alley was a well that lead to the Deep. Though, I didn’t think anyone had quite figured that one out yet. “Should be just ahead,” Malcolm said. Milo had rented a small room, sending me a note and requesting that we have a date. Our time apart lately had far exceeded our time together. Our lives had diverged despite being so interconnected that we could often times feel the other's thoughts. Time alone with each other was a rare commodity, and I found myself eagerly looking forward to tonight. [[I was hoping for a steamy date|M/M steamy date]] [[I was hoping for a nice date|M/M nice date]] It had been a few days since I had seen Milo, the role of Gatekeeper having taken him far into the Outlands for a bit. Late last night, he had come stumbling in, kissing me sloppily on the cheek before rolling over and sleeping. He hadn’t even taken off his boots. When I woke, he had already been gone. “Do you know what he has planned?” I asked. Malcolm had seen him. I just knew he had. When he had picked me up to escort me to this ‘date’ he had smelled like Milo’s good cologne. Malcolm let out a deep sigh. It was the sound of a man resigned to the machinations of his boyfriend. From experience, I knew this meant that Milo had gone above and beyond, and Malcolm found him ridiculous for it. “Just a hint,” I wheedled. “Just so I know what I’m walking into.” “I do not want to repeat what you are walking into.” “That’s slightly unnerving.” “Yes, it is.” There was a small, tarnished gate off to our right with a thin slip of a front yard to it. Narrow planters held beautiful night violets, while ivy crept up along the outside windows. It was strange to see a yard to anyone's home when in the heart of the market. Here, in a district that boasted tourism, it wasn’t as much out of place. “Go on in,” Malcolm told me, holding the gate open. I walked up to the door, seeing it cracked open. The warm amber glow of the lights were spilling from the crack in the door and out from beneath the curtains of the window. “Milo?” I called out, pushing my way inside. The room itself was average size. Immediately I spied a soft bed in the corner, a small kitchenette, and what should have been a spot for a love seat near the fire. Instead, Milo knelt in the middle of the room. With nothing but a bow on. My hand came to my mouth, lips between my teeth as I looked at him. “Hey there, darlin’,” he drawled. Because only Milo Next could pull off a drawl like that while trussed up in satin ribbon. “Want to come unwrap me?” I could practically hear Malcolm’s eyes rolling from behind. “And that’s my cue to leave.” [[Wait. Don’t go]] [[Run while you can, Mal]] [[Thanks for escorting me here]] The role of Gatekeeper having taken Milo far into the Outlands this last week. Late last night he had come stumbling in through my open window, kissing me sloppily on the cheek before rolling over and passing out. He hadn’t even taken off his boots. When I woke, he had already been gone. “Do you know what he has planned?” I asked. “Have you seen him yet?” Malcolm’s face was impassive. The man prided himself on a tight control of his emotions. Everything he presented to the world was by design. Which just made it all the easier to know when he was trying to keep something from me. “Just a hint,” I begged him. “A small little hint, so I know what I’m walking into. He was so tired last night. I thought for sure he’d still be around this morning but–” “Lamplight, despite knowing what tonight is supposed to be, //I // don’t even know what you are walking into. Milo has this way of attracting chaos. I once left for twenty minutes to go pick us up a bottle of whisky. When I came back, my sofa was on fire.” I laughed out loud. “It was not.” He crossed his fingers over his heart. “It was. The man has a penchant for insanity. It’s what happens when a fae is in a world that shouldn’t have fae in it.” We had yet to figure out why the fae had more trouble here than not. Hazel theorized that it had something to do with their magic being connected to their own land. With no place to go, no way to replenish properly, it had gone a bit sideways in the Night Market. We really needed to work on getting a door open to the fae realm for that purpose. [[Admit it. You love the chaos he brings]] [[Maybe Milo just didn’t like your couch]] [[If we smell smoke tonight, we run]] “Admit it. You love the chaos he brings. It helps push you out of your comfort zone.” Sometimes, I wondered if Malcolm would stay inside his apartment forever if we let him. He was a homebody, venturing out occasionally when the whim struck, but for the most part, he was found listening to music or cooking in his kitchen. “There is no such thing as having a comfort zone when you are dating Milo,” he muttered. There was a small, tarnished gate off to our right with a thin slip of a front yard to it. Narrow planters held beautiful night violets, while ivy crept up along the outside windows. It was strange to see a yard to anyone's home when in the heart of the market. Here, in a district that boasted tourism, it wasn’t as much out of place. “Go on in,” Malcolm told me, his hand slipping to the small of my back. A warm amber glow spilled from the open crack of the door and out beneath the curtain covered windows. “Milo?” I called out, gently pushing my way inside. A strange sense of quiet surrounded me. A breath held in anticipation for what was to come. When I stepped inside, I felt as if I was balancing over a precipice, nervous and excited all at once. But I was put at ease when I spotted him. Because there, in the middle of the room, Milo stood dressed in his dark blue shirt and tan pants, freshly washed and grinning like his entire world had just walked in the front door. “Darlin’, you are a sight for sore eyes.” With three long strides he came forward, swooping me up in his arms and pressing his lips hungrily against mine. I felt myself smile as he turned us around, his fingers kneading my back as he drank me in. When we separated, I was slightly out of breath, my world tilting with the way he was looking at me. “Hello to you too,” I laughed. His hands slipped down to lace within my own. “You ready for tonight?” He dipped forward, placing another kiss to my lips, nipping at me slightly with that mischievous grin. “I don’t know what tonight is,” I reminded him. “Well, kick off your shoes and let me be your guide,” he told me. I looked back over my shoulder at where Malcolm still stood. So caught up in my own entrance, he had yet to even say hi to Mal. I pinched his hand slightly, motioning to the front door. “Aw, shit. Hey, Mal.” Refusing to let go of my hand, he tugged me over to Malcolm before slinging an arm around the man and pressing their foreheads together. “You smell good.” Malcolm shoved him, though there was a smile on his face. “Weirdo.” [[I wanted Malcolm to stay]] [[I wanted just Milo tonight]] “Maybe Milo just didn’t like your couch,” I said with a shrug. Malcolm eyed me, his lips tight. “My couch is comfortable. It’s better than anything he has in his derelict place he calls home. You know he only has that place because he’s claimed squatters rights, right?” “Wait,” I stopped, staring at Malcolm. “That couch is the same couch he set on fire? How did you get the burns out?” Malcolm continued walking, hands in his pockets, as he ambled down the street. “You don’t want to know.” I really did. I ran to catch up with him, slowing as he caught my hand in his own, leading me down the alleyway. There was a small, tarnished gate off to our right with a thin slip of a front yard to it. Narrow planters held beautiful night violets, while ivy crept up along the outside windows. It was strange to see a yard to anyone's home when in the heart of the market. Here, in a district that boasted tourism, it wasn’t as much out of place. “Go on in,” Malcolm told me, his hand slipping to the small of my back. A warm amber glow spilled from the open crack of the door and out beneath the curtain covered windows. “Milo?” I called out, gently pushing my way inside. A strange sense of quiet surrounded me. A breath held in anticipation for what was to come. When I stepped inside, I felt as if I was balancing over a precipice, nervous and excited all at once. But I was put at ease when I spotted him. Because there, in the middle of the room, Milo stood dressed in his dark blue shirt and tan pants, freshly washed and grinning like his entire world had just walked in the front door. “Darlin’, you are a sight for sore eyes.” With three long strides he came forward, swooping me up in his arms and pressing his lips hungrily against mine. I felt myself smile as he turned us around, his fingers kneading my back as he drank me in. When we separated, I was slightly out of breath, my world tilting with the way he was looking at me. “Hello to you too,” I laughed. His hands slipped down to lace within my own. “You ready for tonight?” He dipped forward, placing another kiss to my lips, nipping at me slightly with that mischievous grin. “I don’t know what tonight is,” I reminded him. “Well, kick off your shoes and let me be your guide,” he told me. I looked back over my shoulder at where Malcolm still stood. So caught up in my own entrance, he had yet to even say hi to Mal. I pinched his hand slightly, motioning to the front door. “Aw, shit. Hey, Mal.” Refusing to let go of my hand, he tugged me over to Malcolm before slinging an arm around the man and pressing their foreheads together. “You smell good.” Malcolm shoved him, though there was a smile on his face. “Weirdo.” [[I wanted Malcolm to stay]] [[I wanted just Milo tonight]] “Well, if we smell smoke tonight, we’ll run.” I told Malcolm. He shook his head, holding me by the hand and leading the two of us down the alley. There was a small, tarnished gate off to our right with a thin slip of a front yard to it. Narrow planters held beautiful night violets, while ivy crept up along the outside windows. It was strange to see a yard to anyone's home when in the heart of the market. Here, in a district that boasted tourism, it wasn’t as much out of place. “Go on in,” Malcolm told me, his hand slipping to the small of my back. A warm amber glow spilled from the open crack of the door and out beneath the curtain covered windows. “Milo?” I called out, gently pushing my way inside. A strange sense of quiet surrounded me. A breath held in anticipation for what was to come. When I stepped inside, I felt as if I was balancing over a precipice, nervous and excited all at once. But I was put at ease when I spotted him. Because there, in the middle of the room, Milo stood dressed in his dark blue shirt and tan pants, freshly washed and grinning like his entire world had just walked in the front door. “Darlin’, you are a sight for sore eyes.” With three long strides he came forward, swooping me up in his arms and pressing his lips hungrily against mine. I felt myself smile as he turned us around, his fingers kneading my back as he drank me in. When we separated, I was slightly out of breath, my world tilting with the way he was looking at me. “Hello to you too,” I laughed. His hands slipped down to lace within my own. “You ready for tonight?” He dipped forward, placing another kiss to my lips, nipping at me slightly with that mischievous grin. “I don’t know what tonight is,” I reminded him. “Well, kick off your shoes and let me be your guide,” he told me. I looked back over my shoulder at where Malcolm still stood. So caught up in my own entrance, he had yet to even say hi to Mal. I pinched his hand slightly, motioning to the front door. “Aw, shit. Hey, Mal.” Refusing to let go of my hand, he tugged me over to Malcolm before slinging an arm around the man and pressing their foreheads together. “You smell good.” Malcolm shoved him, though there was a smile on his face. “Weirdo.” [[I wanted Malcolm to stay]] [[I wanted just Milo tonight]] “You’re staying, right?” Neither of them ever presumed. Managing our relationship in the beginning had been no easy task, especially given the jealousy and forgetfulness Milo was prone to, but they had always tried to be respectful. Malcolm glanced at Milo, head tipped to the side. If Milo didn’t want him to be here, he would leave. Just as if I didn’t want him here. It was never a question. Never a fight. If one of us had a problem with it later, we’d speak when we were clear-headed. “Don’t look at me like that,” Milo said with a roll of his eyes. “I have no boundaries, remember? The more, the merrier.” Malcolm turned to me then, clearly dismissing Milo. “You sure, Lamplight? I’ve had you to myself this last week. I’d get if you want some time with Milo.” “You have to save me in case he lights something on fire,” I teased. “Hey!” Malcolm smiled softly, shutting the door behind him. “Alright, Button. Floor is yours.” Milo was practically giddy as he pulled us into the room. It was only then that I noticed what he had done with the place. Large sheets had been strewn from wall to wall to culminate in a pitched roof in the middle. Loops of soft pink fairie lights were stretched around the border, and on the floor lay mounds of pillows and blankets with a small table overflowing with snacks. Milo had essentially made the three of us a blanket fort for the evening and standing in front of it, he couldn’t have looked more proud. “What do you think?” The last date that Milo had taken me on consisted of take out on the cold floor of the distillery he refused to get rid of, while Sherman the rat squeaked at us from the corner, wanting some Beijing beef. “There is no way that you did all this,” I said in awe. “Should I be offended by that?” He didn’t sound offended. Instead, he moved to stand behind me, looping his arms around my waist. I could feel his grin by the way he pressed his lips to my neck. “Are those my good sheets?” Malcolm asked. Rounding on me, Milo took both my hands, bringing them up to place a kiss on my knuckles. “I know I haven’t been around much lately. I wanted to do something for you that was fun. Not just take out and snoring in your ear because I’m tired.” [[I would have been okay with you snoring in my ear]] [[This is incredibly thoughtful]] [[We need to convert Mal’s apartment to a blanket fort]] Turning to Malcolm, I reached out to squeeze his hand. “Thank you for walking me here.” Malcolm softened a little. There was still, after all this time, a sense of wonder that I was even in front of him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lamplight,” he told me. Then, turning to Milo, he nodded his head. “Try to sleep tonight.” “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” “Which will be soon if you don’t sleep.” Malcolm shot me a look before leaving, a small smile on his face. He then turned and left the rental, the door clicking shut behind him. Letting Milo lead me by the hand, I walked out of the foyer and into the main sitting room. Or, what I thought was the main sitting room. Milo had somehow acquired every sheet, blanket, pillow and other scrap of fabric, hanging it from the ceiling and available surface. Then, he had taken small strands of fairy lights, stringing them through little paisley loops that he had fastened beneath the blankets. On the floor, were even more pillows, lit candles, and an assortment of cheese, bread, and sweets. The last date that Milo had taken me on consisted of take out on the cold floor of the distillery he refused to get rid of, while Sherman the rat squeaked at us from the corner, wanting some Beijing beef. “There is no way that you did all this,” I said in awe. “Should I be offended by that?” He didn’t sound offended. Instead, he was standing behind me, looping his arms around my waist. I could feel his grin by the way he pressed his lips to my neck. “You are not crafty, Milo,” I said with suspicion. “I, am terribly crafty. In fact, that was the middle name that my mother gave me. Milo Crafty Next.” Craning my neck, I looked at him over my shoulder, our noses bumping together. “Milo Next is not even your name.” “Aw, but what is a name. Something something a rose never smelled so sweet.” “I don’t think that’s right.” “Close enough.” He shuffled us further into the room before gently tossing me down on a bed of furs. I stared up at him, watching the way his eyes were twinkling with delight. This was the Milo I loved. The mischievous one. The one full of joy. The man who wanted so desperately to be loved that he melted with just the hint of a smile. “Come here,” I demanded of him. He flopped down next to me, pinning me down with his arms and nuzzling against my neck. “Thank you,” I told him. “You have outdone yourself this time.” At that, he perked up. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Shifting so he sat up, he pulled me, so I sat in his lap. Maneuvering ourselves was awkward for a moment as we got the angles just right, but after a week apart, it was clear he didn’t want to let me go. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little bright, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. [[You know I would have been happy with waking up with you in bed too]] [[You are awful touchy tonight]] [[You planning on watching me eat?]] Letting Milo lead me by the hand, I walked out of the foyer and into the main sitting room. Or, what I thought was the main sitting room. Milo had somehow acquired every sheet, blanket, pillow and other scrap of fabric, hanging it from the ceiling and available surface. Then, he had taken small strands of fairy lights, stringing them through little paisley loops that he had fastened beneath the blankets. On the floor, were even more pillows, lit candles, and an assortment of cheese, bread, and sweets. The last date that Milo had taken me on consisted of take out on the cold floor of the distillery he refused to get rid of, while Sherman the rat squeaked at us from the corner, wanting some Beijing beef. “There is no way that you did all this,” I said in awe. “Should I be offended by that?” He didn’t sound offended. Instead, he was standing behind me, looping his arms around my waist. I could feel his grin by the way he pressed his lips to my neck. “You are not crafty, Milo,” I said with suspicion. “I, am terribly crafty. In fact, that was the middle name that my mother gave me. Milo Crafty Next.” Craning my neck, I looked at him over my shoulder, our noses bumping together. “Milo Next is not even your name.” “Aw, but what is a name. Something something a rose never smelled so sweet.” “I don’t think that’s right.” “Close enough.” He shuffled us further into the room before gently tossing me down on a bed of furs. I stared up at him, watching the way his eyes were twinkling with delight. This was the Milo I loved. The mischievous one. The one full of joy. The man who wanted so desperately to be loved that he melted with just the hint of a smile. “Come here,” I demanded of him. He flopped down next to me, pinning me down with his arms and nuzzling against my neck. “Thank you,” I told him. “You have outdone yourself this time.” At that, he perked up. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Shifting so he sat up, he pulled me, so I sat in his lap. Maneuvering ourselves was awkward for a moment as we got the angles just right, but after a week apart, it was clear he didn’t want to let me go. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little bright, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. [[You know I would have been happy with waking up with you in bed too]] [[You are awful touchy tonight]] [[You planning on watching me eat?]] “You know, I would have been happy with waking up with you this morning. You didn’t need to go through all this just after you got back.” I said my words gently, not wanting to negate what he had done. But Milo was also someone that needed reassurance. He needed to know I would love him even without the elaborate schemes. “I wanted to do something nice for you,” he said. “I know I was supposed to be back three days ago. I felt bad.” I frowned. “You were supposed to be back three days from //now//,” I told him. “You’re early.” Milo stopped, mentally counting up the days in his head. There was a small crinkle between his brow as he tried to remember when he left exactly. I saw the exact moment the miscalculation was corrected. “Oh. Shit.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “So uh– surprise then?” I kissed his cheek, patting his hand. With more and more of his fae magic seeping in, he had become a bit more forgetful at times. It was an adorable trait to me and a frustrating one for him. "It get rough out there?" I asked him. When he was overwhelmed he got even more forgetful. "Nah. I just got lonely out there.” “Why’d you get lonely? Other than the fact that you were alone.” “Saw somethin’,” he said with a shrug. “Do you wish to share?” His hand came up, idly playing with the edge of my sleeve. “There was a tree out there. It was huge. I mean, way bigger than you would expect any tree to be. Looked like someone was living in it. So, I went up and I knocked. But no one came to the door.” “Probably something left over from one of the previous generations.” The Outlands were filled with monuments such as that. Little leftover bits of dying civilizations. “Yeah,” he said. “But I was hoping. I really wanted like an elf or something to come out. Or a creature with big dewy eyes that wanted to offer me pie.” “You realize they could have just as easily come out and stabbed you, right?” “Nah. I’m too likable for that.” Leaning back on the pillows, I gently began carding my fingers through his hair. “And that’s what made you miss me?” “I wanted to show it to you. I was out there, looking at this thing, and all I could think was how much I wish you were there so we could climb through one of the windows together and explore.” [[I wish I had been there too]] [[We would not be climbing in to one of those windows]] [[Nah, we would go through a cellar]] “You are awfully touchy tonight,” I commented. “Not that I mind.” Milo, on most days, had become incredibly physical. The man had gone so long without a kind touch that he now could not get enough of it. Most mornings, I woke with him wrapped around me tightly. Afternoons he snuck in as many soft touches as he could, and at night, he became grabby. Pulling me to him each opportunity he got. But tonight felt different. Like he was desperate for it. “It was a long week,” he said softly. “Just missed having someone around at night. And during the day. And kind of all the time.” “When’s the next trip out?” “Hopefully not for a while. Oswald says hi. Looks like he’s got everything under control.” “Good,” I said. “Means I get to keep you for a bit.” "Not wantin' to go back out anytime soon, so that works for me." My concern shot up for a moment, my spine straightening and mentally, I began to look over his body for any sign of a wound. Milo saw the second my demeanor changed. “No. No, not– I’m okay,” he laughed. “Though, I really do like the protective rat aspect you have going.” “I believe the term is protective bear.” “Bears are a fuckin’ menace to society and no one likes them.” He opened his mouth for me to pop a grape in. Milo and his bear fear knew no bounds. “But, I can assure you, darlin’,” he said around a mouthful of grape. “I am fine. I just got lonely out there.” “Why’d you get lonely? Other than the fact that you were alone.” “Saw somethin’,” he said with a shrug. “Do you wish to share?” His hand came up, idly playing with the edge of my sleeve. “There was a tree out there. It was huge. I mean, way bigger than you would expect any tree to be. Looked like someone was living in it. So, I went up and I knocked. But no one came to the door.” “Probably something left over from one of the previous generations.” The Outlands were filled with monuments such as that. Little leftover bits of dying civilizations. “Yeah,” he said. “But I was hoping. I really wanted like an elf or something to come out. Or a creature with big dewy eyes that wanted to offer me pie.” “You realize they could have just as easily come out and stabbed you, right?” “Nah. I’m too likable for that.” Leaning back on the pillows, I gently began carding my fingers through his hair. “And that’s what made you miss me?” “I wanted to show it to you. I was out there, looking at this thing, and all I could think was how much I wish you were there so we could climb through one of the windows together and explore.” [[I wish I had been there too]] [[We would not be climbing in to one of those windows]] [[Nah, we would go through a cellar]] “Are you planning on watching me eat?” I asked him “Every last bite.” I elbowed him slightly, hearing the low murmur of his laugh. “You know, you really shouldn’t be accepting food from a fae. There’s something about them being able to keep you forever.” “Oh no,” I feigned terror. “Whatever shall I do.” Reaching forward, I grabbed a slice of cheese and popped it into my mouth. The action pleased Milo more than I thought as he curled himself closer. After a moment, he reached out, picking at the food as well. “I missed you, you know.” Flopping down next to me, he wiggled until his head was in my lap. I shifted slightly, allowing him to get more comfortable, the locks of his hair falling backwards. I would need to wrangle him into a haircut soon. He was starting to get a bit shaggy. “You always miss me,” I pointed out. “Missed you more this time.” My concern shot up for a moment, my spine straightening and mentally, I began to look over his body for any sign of a wound. Milo saw the second my demeanor changed. “No. No, not– I’m okay,” he laughed. “Though, I really do like the protective rat aspect you have going.” “I believe the term is protective bear.” “Bears are a fuckin’ menace to society and no one likes them.” He opened his mouth for me to pop a grape in. Milo and his bear fear knew no bounds. “But, I can assure you, darlin’,” he said around a mouthful of grape. “I am fine. I just got lonely out there.” “Why’d you get lonely? Other than the fact that you were alone.” “Saw somethin’,” he said with a shrug. “Do you wish to share?” His hand came up, idly playing with the edge of my sleeve. “There was a tree out there. It was huge. I mean, way bigger than you would expect any tree to be. Looked like someone was living in it. So, I went up and I knocked. But no one came to the door.” “Probably something left over from one of the previous generations.” The Outlands were filled with monuments such as that. Little leftover bits of dying civilizations. “Yeah,” he said. “But I was hoping. I really wanted like an elf or something to come out. Or a creature with big dewy eyes that wanted to offer me pie.” “You realize they could have just as easily come out and stabbed you, right?” “Nah. I’m too likable for that.” Leaning back on the pillows, I gently began carding my fingers through his hair. “And that’s what made you miss me?” “I wanted to show it to you. I was out there, looking at this thing, and all I could think was how much I wish you were there so we could climb through one of the windows together and explore.” [[I wish I had been there too]] [[We would not be climbing in to one of those windows]] [[Nah, we would go through a cellar]] “I wish I had been there, too,” I told him gently. An adventure. There were still nights when my skin itched for one. Where I could hear the calling of the dark. I wanted to slit up to the stars and play their games. Chase away the oncoming fog. Play with the selkies down in the Deep. And I wanted to climb old trees with Milo, feeling his hand in my own. We curled up then. The candles began burning low, the food half-eaten. Milo still looked tired from his trip. His excitement over seeing me had pushed him forward, but now that we were lounging on soft pillows, in dim light, I could see his eyes growing heavy. “Sleep,” I told him. “Nah. I’m good. Just going to stare at you for a while.” My shirt was slightly open, the scar on my chest on display. Slowly, Milo reached out, tracing his fingers across the lines of it. “I had another nightmare when I was out there,” he confessed. “I know. I felt it.” It was the real reason why he missed me. Because his dreams plagued him the worst when he was overly tired. I had sent as much love and support as I could that night. Staying up and willing him to just open a door and come home. He wouldn’t, of course. He knew what opening a door would do. But the desire was there nonetheless. With nothing more to say, Milo leaned forward, pressing his lips against the scar. The skin tingled at the contact, his hair brushing against my chin as he nuzzled against me. It had taken him years to look at it. More than that, to stop flinching every time he accidentally touched it. Now, he used it as a reminder of what he almost lost. “Get some sleep, Milo,” I whispered to him. “Make me,” he grumbled. [[Shift until you hold him]] [[Shift until he holds you]]“We would not be climbing in those windows if I was there,” I told him. I wasn’t about to be murdered by unknown little creatures. Again. “Aw, darlin’. I’d protect you.” “I would like to present to you the key shaped hole in my chest.” Milo batted my hand away as I showed him my scar, shifting a little at the thought of that night. It had become a way of shutting down arguments for me. For Milo, a gentle reminder of how forgiving I could be. We curled up then. The candles began burning low, the food half-eaten. Milo still looked tired from his trip. His excitement over seeing me had pushed him forward, but now that we were lounging on soft pillows, in dim light, I could see his eyes growing heavy. “Sleep,” I told him. “Nah. I’m good. Just going to stare at you for a while.” My shirt was slightly open, the scar on my chest on display. Slowly, Milo reached out, tracing his fingers across the lines of it. “I had another nightmare when I was out there,” he confessed. “I know. I felt it.” It was the real reason why he missed me. Because his dreams plagued him the worst when he was overly tired. I had sent as much love and support as I could that night. Staying up and willing him to just open a door and come home. He wouldn’t, of course. He knew what opening a door would do. But the desire was there nonetheless. With nothing more to say, Milo leaned forward, pressing his lips against the scar. The skin tingled at the contact, his hair brushing against my chin as he nuzzled against me. It had taken him years to look at it. More than that, to stop flinching every time he accidentally touched it. Now, he used it as a reminder of what he almost lost. “Get some sleep, Milo,” I whispered to him. “Make me,” he grumbled. [[Shift until you hold him]] [[Shift until he holds you]]“Nah, climbing in a window is too plebeian. We’d have to go in through a cellar. That way we can wait until everyone stops moving and surprise them in the dead of night.” Milo stared at me unblinking for a long moment. “I love you.” “I know.” We curled up then. The candles began burning low, the food half-eaten. Milo still looked tired from his trip. His excitement over seeing me had pushed him forward, but now that we were lounging on soft pillows, in dim light, I could see his eyes growing heavy. “Sleep,” I told him. “Nah. I’m good. Just going to stare at you for a while.” My shirt was slightly open, the scar on my chest on display. Slowly, Milo reached out, tracing his fingers across the lines of it. “I had another nightmare when I was out there,” he confessed. “I know. I felt it.” It was the real reason why he missed me. Because his dreams plagued him the worst when he was overly tired. I had sent as much love and support as I could that night. Staying up and willing him to just open a door and come home. He wouldn’t, of course. He knew what opening a door would do. But the desire was there nonetheless. With nothing more to say, Milo leaned forward, pressing his lips against the scar. The skin tingled at the contact, his hair brushing against my chin as he nuzzled against me. It had taken him years to look at it. More than that, to stop flinching every time he accidentally touched it. Now, he used it as a reminder of what he almost lost. “Get some sleep, Milo,” I whispered to him. “Make me,” he grumbled. [[Shift until you hold him]] [[Shift until he holds you]] Shifting around, I turned until I could get him in front of me before pressing myself against his back and wrapping my arms tightly around him.It was how we spent most nights. There were evenings we crawled into bed early just to sit like this, chatting until one or both of us fell headlong into sleep. “Stop squirming,” I scolded him, feeling him shifting back and forth. “You are a furnace,” he reprimanded. “Does this mean it’s going to be fuckin’ hot in the market tomorrow.” “If you don’t sleep, it will.” He grumbled something, punching at his pillow to try and get comfortable. “Why am I always the little spoon,” he groused. “Because you like it.” “Do not.” Yet, he wiggled his ass against me, indicating he didn’t mind all that much. Finally, I latched onto his hands, pressing them tight to his front. He was like a child sometimes. Kicking so he wouldn’t fall asleep. “Milo,” I whispered, “I got you. You are enough. Now close your eyes.” He let out a deep sigh, but I could feel the fight starting to drop out of him. “Spendi’ the whole day with you tomorrow,” he whispered. “That sounds perfect.” “We’re goin’ to do nothing.” I didn’t answer him. One, because I didn’t think it was possible for Milo to spend an entire day doing nothing, and two, because if I continued speaking, he wouldn’t sleep. So instead, I steadied my breathing for him, looking up at the twinkle lights in the small blanket fort he had made for me. As Milo began to snore, my eyes traced the patterns of the fabric above. Soon, my eyes grew heavy as well, and I followed Milo into slumber. Shifting around, I turned so my back was pressed up against Milo’s. His arm automatically came to drape over my waist, head bent so he could press a kiss to the back of my skull. It was how we spent most nights. There were evenings we crawled into bed early just to sit like this, chatting until one or both of us fell headlong into sleep. “Stop squirming,” I scolded him, feeling him shifting back and forth. “You are a furnace,” he reprimanded. “Does this mean it’s going to be fuckin’ hot in the market tomorrow.” “If you don’t sleep, it will.” He grumbled something against my back, shifting back and forth as he tried to get comfortable. Finally, I latched onto his hands, pressing them tight to my front. He was like a child sometimes. Kicking so he wouldn’t fall asleep. “Milo,” I whispered, “I got you. You are enough. Now close your eyes.” He let out a deep sigh, but I could feel the fight starting to drop out of him. “Spendi’ the whole day with you tomorrow,” he whispered. “That sounds perfect.” “We’re goin’ to do nothing.” I didn’t answer him. One, because I didn’t think it was possible for Milo to spend an entire day doing nothing, and two, because if I continued speaking, he wouldn’t sleep. So instead, I steadied my breathing for him, looking up at the twinkle lights in the small blanket fort he had made for me. As Milo began to snore, my eyes traced the patterns of the fabric above. Soon, my eyes grew heavy as well, and I followed Milo into slumber. Malcolm looked at the two of us, shaking his head in amusement. “See you two tomorrow. I’ll bring water to hydrate you.” When he turned to leave, however, I felt my heart jump. “Wait. Don’t go.” Malcolm stopped near the door, looking over his shoulder at us. “You could stay,” I ventured. Milo, from his kneeling position, nodded enthusiastically. Malcolm’s eyes drifted over me, then drifted towards Milo. “Not really my scene, Lamplight.” Milo snorted from behind me, clearly disagreeing. But he knew better than to argue with Malcolm while in this state. Walking up to him, I placed my hands on Malcolm’s chest. “You can go if you really want to,” I told him. “Or, you could stay and participate however you’d like. You know he’s not going to last long–” “What the…?” “So afterwards we can all just be together.” I trailed my hand down Malcolm’s chest, smiling as he grabbed my hip, pulling me a bit closer. Sex for Malcolm was complicated. Most of the time, he was more of an observer than anything else. But he certainly enjoyed watching and he had no qualms with helping out when need be. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. “You unwrap him,” he said. “I already had my fun with tying him up.” I laughed then. Because of course Milo would need help getting into that position. And who better to ask by Mal. Malcolm grabbed a chair, bringing it close to where Milo was kneeling. When he sat down, he stretched his legs out, hooking his hands behind his head. He gave me a raised look, pointedly looking at Milo. Walking further into the room, I tipped my head to the side, eyeing my ‘present’. Milo had at least had the foresight to put a pillow beneath his knees. He was naked as the day he was born, hair a bit sweaty against his temple. Long lines of satin ribbon crossed his body artfully, tying his arms behind his back and bending him in such a way that he jutted his chest and pelvis forward. And there, on his burgeoning erection, was a tidy, red bow. Milo was grinning at me like the cat who caught the canary. “You are very pleased with yourself,” I stated, trying to hide my amusement. “Uh huh. I’ve been such a good boy, $name. Thought I would treat myself.” “So is this a treat for me? Or for you?” “Yes.” I began circling him, admiring the ribbon. The way it dug just a little into his skin. “How long have you been like this?” “Not long,” he said. “An hour,” Malcolm said. “And I made sure those ribbons were good and tight. Feeling dizzy yet, Button?” Milo shot his boyfriend a look. “Made of stronger stuff than you think. Your knots are pathetic, by the way.” Malcolm didn’t answer. Only smirked as he saw the way Milo’s hands flexed around the bonds. Walking around to his front, I stared down at him. Milo had his head tilted upwards, eyes dark, as he stared hopefully up at me. “You’d like for me to untie you, I assume?” “That is the plan,” he agreed. [[I don’t know. Malcolm makes pretty good knots]] [[But you worked so hard]] [[I don't think I want to]] “Run while you can, Mal,” I laughed. “I’ll take one for the team here and deal with this situation.” Malcolm rolled his eyes but kissed me on the cheek. “Oh, I’m sure you will.” He left, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving both Milo and I in the room. Letting Milo lead me by the hand, I walked out of the foyer and into the main sitting room. Or, what I thought was the main sitting room. Milo had somehow acquired every sheet, blanket, pillow and other scrap of fabric, hanging it from the ceiling and available surface. Then, he had taken small strands of fairy lights, stringing them through little paisley loops that he had fastened beneath the blankets. On the floor, were even more pillows, lit candles, and an assortment of cheese, bread, and sweets. The last date that Milo had taken me on consisted of take out on the cold floor of the distillery he refused to get rid of, while Sherman the rat squeaked at us from the corner, wanting some Beijing beef. “There is no way that you did all this,” I said in awe. “Should I be offended by that?” He didn’t sound offended. Instead, he was standing behind me, looping his arms around my waist. I could feel his grin by the way he pressed his lips to my neck. “You are not crafty, Milo,” I said with suspicion. “I, am terribly crafty. In fact, that was the middle name that my mother gave me. Milo Crafty Next.” Craning my neck, I looked at him over my shoulder, our noses bumping together. “Milo Next is not even your name.” “Aw, but what is a name. Something something a rose never smelled so sweet.” “I don’t think that’s right.” “Close enough.” He shuffled us further into the room before gently tossing me down on a bed of furs. I stared up at him, watching the way his eyes were twinkling with delight. This was the Milo I loved. The mischievous one. The one full of joy. The man who wanted so desperately to be loved that he melted with just the hint of a smile. “Come here,” I demanded of him. He flopped down next to me, pinning me down with his arms and nuzzling against my neck. “Thank you,” I told him. “You have outdone yourself this time.” At that, he perked up. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Shifting so he sat up, he pulled me, so I sat in his lap. Maneuvering ourselves was awkward for a moment as we got the angles just right, but after a week apart, it was clear he didn’t want to let me go. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little bright, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. [[You know I would have been happy with waking up with you in bed too]] [[You are awful touchy tonight]] [[You planning on watching me eat?]] “Thanks for escorting me here,” I told Malcolm. He raised his hand as he exited the room, shooting Milo a look before leaving. As the door clicked behind him, Milo looked nervous for a moment, but it was quickly gone upon looking at me again. Letting Milo lead me by the hand, I walked out of the foyer and into the main sitting room. Or, what I thought was the main sitting room. Milo had somehow acquired every sheet, blanket, pillow and other scrap of fabric, hanging it from the ceiling and available surface. Then, he had taken small strands of fairy lights, stringing them through little paisley loops that he had fastened beneath the blankets. On the floor, were even more pillows, lit candles, and an assortment of cheese, bread, and sweets. The last date that Milo had taken me on consisted of take out on the cold floor of the distillery he refused to get rid of, while Sherman the rat squeaked at us from the corner, wanting some Beijing beef. “There is no way that you did all this,” I said in awe. “Should I be offended by that?” He didn’t sound offended. Instead, he was standing behind me, looping his arms around my waist. I could feel his grin by the way he pressed his lips to my neck. “You are not crafty, Milo,” I said with suspicion. “I, am terribly crafty. In fact, that was the middle name that my mother gave me. Milo Crafty Next.” Craning my neck, I looked at him over my shoulder, our noses bumping together. “Milo Next is not even your name.” “Aw, but what is a name. Something something a rose never smelled so sweet.” “I don’t think that’s right.” “Close enough.” He shuffled us further into the room before gently tossing me down on a bed of furs. I stared up at him, watching the way his eyes were twinkling with delight. This was the Milo I loved. The mischievous one. The one full of joy. The man who wanted so desperately to be loved that he melted with just the hint of a smile. “Come here,” I demanded of him. He flopped down next to me, pinning me down with his arms and nuzzling against my neck. “Thank you,” I told him. “You have outdone yourself this time.” At that, he perked up. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Shifting so he sat up, he pulled me, so I sat in his lap. Maneuvering ourselves was awkward for a moment as we got the angles just right, but after a week apart, it was clear he didn’t want to let me go. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little bright, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. [[You know I would have been happy with waking up with you in bed too]] [[You are awful touchy tonight]] [[You planning on watching me eat?]] “I don’t know,” I told him. “Those knots look pretty tough to untie. Not sure I can do it.” “There’s a knife over there,” he said. “Too far.” I didn’t even glance towards the kitchen. Part of me felt bad, keeping Milo on edge like this. But the other part of me was having fun. And I knew Milo well enough. He never got himself into a position he didn’t want to be in. He was just impatient. Surprise Surprise. Walking over to him, I sighed, looking down at his freckled face. I had still yet to spend an entire afternoon, mapping each of the freckles on his body with my lips. “What am I going to do with you?” I tutted. “$name,” he squirmed. His cock bobbed at the promise of pain, the tip growing red as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?” I asked. “I’d uh– really like to… well, you know.” Leaning down, I went to brush my lips against his, hovering just above him. His tongue darted out, his body arching forward to try and steal a kiss. I pulled back just enough. “Yes, but, you are my present,” I admonished. “You don’t get a say in how I play.” Milo whimpered then. A full on broken little sound as his lips parted, and his eyes glazed over with heat. “You look pretty like this,” I told him. I kept my touch feather-light, watching the way his skin prickled beneath me. “Red is an underutilized color on you.” “I’ll wear more of it,” he told me. “Just got to untie me first.” “Oh, but I like you like this. You can’t leave when things get tough. I should tie you up every time I need to have a conversation with you. What do you think? Should I just truss you up like this when we need to talk, and then if you listen, reward you?” “I could be motivated like that.” I laughed a little. “You could be motivated with just the promise of sex. I need to do something to really keep your attention. Make sure that you feel justly rewarded after being so good for me. Any idea what I should do?” As I began to undress, his eyes dragged hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. I could see the way his fists clenched. As if he was trying to fight the urge to break the binds and ravish me. “You tell me.” [[Spank him]] [[Kiss all over his body]] [[Praise him verbally]]“And ruin all your hard work? That seems kind of cruel.” Milo’s eyes were wide, portraying innocence that did not belong while his erection was so proudly on display. “I’m fine with it. Really. Hard work is meant to be used. Not admired.” “I don’t know,” I sang. “You sure that’s something that you want? I mean. How long did it take you to set all this up.” “Not that long. Really.” “And, I mean, you are in a gorgeous position.” “My back is killing me and I want to ravish you,” he said quickly. “I really don’t mind the whole untying thing now. I’m all ready for you.” He wiggled his hips obscenely to try and prove his point. Walking over to him, I sighed, looking down at his freckled face. I had still yet to spend an entire afternoon, mapping each of the freckles on his body with my lips. “What am I going to do with you?” I tutted. “$name,” he squirmed. His cock bobbed at the promise of pain, the tip growing red as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?” I asked. “I’d uh– really like to… well, you know.” Leaning down, I went to brush my lips against his, hovering just above him. His tongue darted out, his body arching forward to try and steal a kiss. I pulled back just enough. “Yes, but, you are my present,” I admonished. “You don’t get a say in how I play.” Milo whimpered then. A full on broken little sound as his lips parted, and his eyes glazed over with heat. “You look pretty like this,” I told him. I kept my touch feather-light, watching the way his skin prickled beneath me. “Red is an underutilized color on you.” “I’ll wear more of it,” he told me. “Just got to untie me first.” “Oh, but I like you like this. You can’t leave when things get tough. I should tie you up every time I need to have a conversation with you. What do you think? Should I just truss you up like this when we need to talk, and then if you listen, reward you?” “I could be motivated like that.” I laughed a little. “You could be motivated with just the promise of sex. I need to do something to really keep your attention. Make sure that you feel justly rewarded after being so good for me. Any idea what I should do?” As I began to undress, his eyes dragged hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. I could see the way his fists clenched. As if he was trying to fight the urge to break the binds and ravish me. “You tell me.” [[Spank him]] [[Kiss all over his body]] [[Praise him verbally]]“And if I don’t want to?” That thought hadn’t seemed to enter Milo’s head. In fact, Milo pretty much had assumed that I would be giddy to get him out of his bonds. The ribbon was tied tight enough that it was clear he assumed he wouldn’t have to stay in them long. But, the fact was, I kind of liked him like this. “I mean,” he squirmed a bit. “I can’t really do anything while in them.” “Oh? Poor, Gatekeeper.” Reaching out, I ran my hand across one of the ribbons, my fingers inching beneath the silk. He shivered at the sensation. “Whatever shall I do with you,” I tutted. With my free hand, I carded it through his hair, tugging at his locks just enough to cause him to hiss. His head tipped back then, amber eyes forced to look up at me. “$name,” he squirmed. His cock bobbed at the promise of pain, the tip growing red as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?” I asked. “I’d uh– really like to… well, you know.” Leaning down, I went to brush my lips against his, hovering just above him. His tongue darted out, his body arching forward to try and steal a kiss. I pulled back just enough. “Yes, but, you are my present,” I admonished. “You don’t get a say in how I play.” Milo whimpered then. A full on broken little sound as his lips parted, and his eyes glazed over with heat. “You look pretty like this,” I told him. I kept my touch feather-light, watching the way his skin prickled beneath me. “Red is an underutilized color on you.” “I’ll wear more of it,” he told me. “Just got to untie me first.” “Oh, but I like you like this. You can’t leave when things get tough. I should tie you up every time I need to have a conversation with you. What do you think? Should I just truss you up like this when we need to talk, and then if you listen, reward you?” “I could be motivated like that.” I laughed a little. “You could be motivated with just the promise of sex. I need to do something to really keep your attention. Make sure that you feel justly rewarded after being so good for me. Any idea what I should do?” As I began to undress, his eyes dragged hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. I could see the way his fists clenched. As if he was trying to fight the urge to break the binds and ravish me. “You tell me.” [[Spank him]] [[Kiss all over his body]] [[Praise him verbally]]“No, you see, that was the wrong answer. You were supposed to //tell me//, Milo. That’s what I asked for. I think you might have to be punished for that.” I saw his cock give a small twitch at the thought, his cheeks flushing red as I walked towards him, stripping off my clothes. “I don’t know, darlin’. From where I’m kneelin’, this doesn’t look like much of a punishment. Love the view.” Walking around behind him, I leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “Oh?” With the flat of my palm, I swatted him across the ass. Milo jumped a bit, looking over his shoulder with wild eyes. I had kept the hit light, not wanting to push too far, but I could see the way his breathing increased and how he pressed back against me slightly. “That all you got?” he asked. I hit him again, the sound of the slap reverberating through the room. Milo sucked in a deep breath as I hit him three more times, watching in fascination as the pale swell of his ass became pink and warm. “What were you saying?” I asked him. His head was tipped back, mouth open as he emitted small puffs of breath. “I– I don’t remember the question.” At this point, neither did I. “Fuck. $name, please…” [[Make him pleasure you while tied up]] [[Take pity on him and suck him]] [[Make him pleasure you while tied up]] [[Take pity on him and suck him]] Inching forward, I began to strip the clothes from my body. I watched as his eyes hungrily traced each exposed patch of skin, his hands flexing against the bonds. I wondered if he could get out of them if he really wanted, or if he had them tied tight enough because he didn’t believe in his own restraint. Gently, I traced my fingers across his exposed skin. He sucked in a little breath, eyes dilating. Then, I bent down, following each stroke of my fingers with my lips. Milo whimpered, eyes falling shut at the sensation. The tight cinch of the bonds, compiled with the feather touch of my lips, had him shivering in no time. “$name, I don’t think I’m going to be able to take much of this,” he said, a bit embarrassed. Glancing down, his cock was hard and leaking. The tip of it was bright red, straining against his bonds. When I looked at Milo’s face, it was flushed and damp, desperate for me to give him some sort of friction. The man was barely controlling himself. “Why’s that?” I asked with a slight smirk. I placed another kiss across his belly, my teeth dragging down slightly until my chin bumped against his erection. Milo cried out, arching a little. “Darlin’, I– please. I’ll beg if you want me to. Just– fuck.” He was starting to stumble over his words, this time much quicker than he usually did. And as much as I enjoyed watching him squirm, I knew I needed to help him out. Just a little bit. [[Make him pleasure you while tied up]] [[Take pity on him and suck him]]“This is very kind of you, Milo,” I told him, my clothes falling to the ground. I knelt down in front of him, brushing my chest against his own. The satin of the ribbon was cool to the touch, sending small shivers across my spine. “Just look at you. All wrapped up like a gift for me. You did such a good job thinking about what I would like. How we could spend time together.” I reached out again, carding my fingers through his hair. He leaned into my touch, nuzzling against the palm of my hand. “I love you like this. Soft. Pliant. So very sweet. Do you want to be sweet for me, Milo?” My fingers started trailing down his chest, brushing against the hard points of his nipples before teasing just above his cock. “Do you want to be good for me?” He swallowed thickly. “Uh huh.” “How good?” “I’ll do whatever you want,” he said. “Whatever you need. I want to give myself to you. I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He gasped as I encircled his cock, stroking him softly. “You were gone too long.” “Won’t do that again,” he gasped, arching his hips upwards. “Fuck. $name, please…” [[Make him pleasure you while tied up]] [[Take pity on him and suck him]] <<set $praise to "true">><<if $sex == "female">>Pushing him so he laid on his back, I heard him groan in relief as the pressure was finally taken off his knees. I helped him shift so he didn’t lie fully on his hands. There was a glazed look in his eyes, unaware of what was coming next, and high off the pleasure of being completely under my control. Slowly, I crawled up his body until my thighs bracketed either side of his head. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I lowered myself onto his mouth. If there was one thing Milo was good at, it was using his tongue. He wasted no time as he licked across my center, flattening his tongue against the bundle of nerves pulsing between my legs. He squirmed against me, desperately wishing to hold onto my thighs. I could feel his frustration and his desperate need to feel more of me. It only served to heighten my own pleasure. Slowly, I began to grind myself against his face. I let out a long groan, rocking myself back and forth, the bridge of his nose hitting my pubic bone. Milo’s tongue was wet, swirling against me as he made hungry little sounds. He arched up, pressing his face against me until I was slipping against him. Fisting his hair, I widened my legs. I could feel my own pleasure building with each bump of his chin. Wet sounds emitted from his mouth as he sucked me, his eyes fluttering in pleasure as he licked me hard. With each pass of his tongue, I could feel the slick heat dripping onto his chin, soaking the stubble he was now sporting. It spurred me on more. I wanted this man to consume me. I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me as I burst with pleasure. The heat of it built and built, coiling against my spine as I squirmed against him. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Pushing him so he laid on his back, I heard him groan in relief as the pressure was finally taken off his knees. I helped him sift so he didn’t lie fully on his hands. There was a glazed look in his eyes, unaware of what was coming next, and high off the pleasure of being completely under my control. Slowly, I crawled up his body until my thighs bracketed either side of his head. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I lowered myself onto his mouth. If there was one thing Milo was good at, it was using his tongue. He wasted no time as he licked across my center, flattening his tongue against the bundle of nerves pulsing between my legs. He squirmed against me, desperately wishing to hold onto my thighs. I could feel his frustration and his desperate need to feel more of me. It only served to heighten my own pleasure. Slowly, I began to grind myself against his face. I let out a long groan, rocking myself back and forth, the bridge of his nose hitting my pubic bone. Milo’s tongue was wet, swirling against me as he made hungry little sounds. He arched up, pressing his face against me until I was slipping against him. Fisting his hair, I widened my legs. I could feel my own pleasure building with each bump of his chin. Wet sounds emitted from his mouth as he sucked me, his eyes fluttering in pleasure as he licked me hard. With each pass of his tongue, I could feel the slick heat dripping onto his chin, soaking the stubble he was now sporting. It spurred me on more. I wanted this man to consume me. I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me as I burst with pleasure. The heat of it built and built, coiling against my spine as I squirmed against him.<</if>> <<if $sex == "male">> Standing in front of him, I cupped his jaw, my thumb dragging at his bottom lip. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I pushed against his mouth, watching with a stuttered breath as his lips parted, and he sucked me in. Fisting his hair, I widened my stance, head falling back as I pushed my own erection into his mouth. It was wet and hot and felt amazing around me. His tongue flattened, licking at the underside of my cock, slurping sounds echoing around the two of us. I had been hard the second I saw him tied up like this, and with each push of my dick inside his mouth, I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Reaching down, I cupped my own balls, rolling them in my palm and bouncing them off his chin. He whimpered slightly with the shame of it. Desperately wanting more as I used his mouth for my own pleasure. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Standing in front of him, I cupped his jaw, my thumb dragging at his bottom lip. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I pushed against his mouth, watching with a stuttered breath as his lips parted, and he sucked me in. He went for my dick, licking at the nub and sucking sharply at the nerve endings. His mouth was was wet and hot and felt amazing around me. His tongue flattened,pressing against me in rhythmic pulses, slurping sounds echoing around the two of us. I had been hard the second I saw him tied up like this, and with each push of my dick inside his mouth, I felt my orgasm fast approaching. <</if>> <<if $praise == "true">> “There you go,” I whispered. “So good for me. You are so fucking good for me, Milo.” He gasped against me, his hips bucking behind me.<</if>> <<if $sex == "female">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my body tensing up. As his tongue slipped inside me, I arched my back, feeling my orgasm race up my spine, threatening to spill all over him. Quickly, I climbed off him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him. His own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <<elseif $sex == "transf">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my body tensing up. As his tongue slipped inside me, I arched my back, feeling my orgasm race up my spine, threatening to spill all over him. Quickly, I climbed off him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him. His own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <<elseif $sex == "male">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my balls drawing tight to my body. Quickly, I pulled away from him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him. His own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my body tensing up. Quickly, I pulled away from him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him. His own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away.<</if>> [[Fuck him rough and hard]] [[Take it a bit slower]] Taking pity on him, I worked my way down to his cock, watching the way his eyes followed me, hopefully. With the tip of my tongue, I licked one long stripe against his slit, hearing his garbled words of pleasure as I did so. Then, when he calmed enough to look at me again, I swallowed him with one, quick move. “Fuck!” he cried out. “Fuck, $name, baby, so good. So fuckin’ good at this. Throat is so fuckin’ tight. I–” I began sucking him in earnest, bobbing my head up and down and running my tongue along the underside. He hit the back of my throat twice, his words falling short as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The feeling of the satin ribbon tickled my nose on each down press. He was thick and heavy in my mouth and I could feel my own pleasure building to an almost unbearable point. We had been separated for too long and Milo tasted too good for this to last through the night like we both wanted it too. Pulling off him with a loud pop, I looked up at him, my lips puffy and my own breath stuttered. My body was beginning to ache with the absence of him. We both needed more. [[Fuck him rough and hard]] [[Take it a bit slower]] Ripping the ribbon away, I pushed him back onto the floor, coming up to capture his mouth against my own. My touch was bruising as I groaned against his lips, shoving my tongue inside, feeling his dripping cock sticky at my thigh. I wanted to consume this man. I wanted every inch he would give me and more. And I wanted to break him apart in the process and put him back together all over again. Panting, I pulled away. Milo’s gaze was glassy, his cheeks pink with exertion. “How do you want it?” he asked. His hands were gripping my ass now, squeezing me tightly as he ground our lower half together. [[I want him to bottom|rough]] [[I want him to top|top rough]] <<set $rough to "true">> Letting out a soft breath, I tossed the ribbon aside, bring him towards the bed in the back. I could see the markings on his body. They would last until tomorrow at the least. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I widened my legs, pulling him between them. Milo stared down at me, trying to get his breathing under control as he ran his hands down my body. “How do you want it?” he asked. He was shaking so hard I half expected him to lose himself right there.I glanced down at his erection. It was hard and weeping and he squirmed under my gaze. “How much can you take?” I laughed a little. But instead of laughing with me, his tone became serious. His hand reached up as he held my face between his palms, and he leaned forward to place the softest kiss upon my lips. “I’ll give you anything you need, darlin’. You just have to ask.” [[I want him to bottom]] [[I want him to top]] <<set $rough to "false">><<if $sex == "female">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pushed him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him. His hands immediately went to my hips, legs spreading slightly. I dragged myself over his cock, feeling the tip of it catch against my clit. He bucked up against me slightly, his eyes dark as he looked down to where I hovered above him. He licked his lips, eyes wide. “I want to watch,” he whispered. I knew he did. He had a kink for watching the way he sunk into my body. So, ever so slowly, I lowered myself down on him. Inch by inch, he watched his cock disappear until I was seated with him fully sheathed inside. He granted loudly, eyes rolling back in his head. “Feel so good,” he murmured. “Fuck, $name. I missed this. Missed the feel of you around me. Missed watching you bounce on my lap.” Slowly, I rose up again before sinking back down. I felt the way he stretched me, filling up every inch of me. His thighs were slick with my own juices, and I was sure his fingers would leave bruises on my hips tomorrow. I didn’t care, though. As I began to rise and fall against him, he helped guide me. I took my time, feeling every inch of him, rolling myself against him and rocking until the two of us were red-faced and panting. “$name, please,” he gasped. “Need you. Please. Just a bit more, baby. Just a– fuck!” I began to bounce on him in earnest, rising and falling with harsh little slaps until he was arching off the bed, teeth gritted together. I felt my orgasm begin to build. A harsh lick of fire at the base of my spine that curled around me. My thighs began to tighten and my stomach curl at the need for release. When Milo’s back arched, and he let out a sharp moan, I felt him pulse inside me. It was all I needed to follow him over the edge. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pushed him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him. His hands immediately went to my hips, legs spreading slightly. I dragged myself over his cock, feeling the tip of it catch against my clit. He bucked up against me slightly, his eyes dark as he looked down to where I hovered above him. He licked his lips, eyes wide. “I want to watch,” he whispered. I knew he did. He had a kink for watching the way he sunk into my body. So, ever so slowly, I lowered myself down on him. Inch by inch, he watched his cock disappear until I was seated with him fully sheathed inside. He granted loudly, eyes rolling back in his head. “Feel so good,” he murmured. “Fuck, $name. I missed this. Missed the feel of you around me. Missed watching you bounce on my lap.” Slowly, I rose up again before sinking back down. I felt the way he stretched me, filling up every inch of me. His thighs were slick with my own juices, and I was sure his fingers would leave bruises on my hips tomorrow. I didn’t care, though. As I began to rise and fall against him, he helped guide me. I took my time, feeling every inch of him, rolling myself against him and rocking until the two of us were red-faced and panting. “$name, please,” he gasped. “Need you. Please. Just a bit more, baby. Just a– fuck!” I began to bounce on him in earnest, rising and falling with harsh little slaps until he was arching off the bed, teeth gritted together. I felt my orgasm begin to build. A harsh lick of fire at the base of my spine that curled around me. My thighs began to tighten and my stomach curl at the need for release. When Milo’s back arched, and he let out a sharp moan, I felt him pulse inside me. It was all I needed to follow him over the edge. <<elseif $sex == "male">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pushed him down onto the bed face first before crawling on top of him. He had prepared himself already, either just in case or anticipating that this was how the night would go. His hole was stretched and wet, waiting for me. Reaching around, I placed my hand in front of his face. “Spit,” I told him. He did, licking the flat of my palm and getting me nice and wet. I took it, spreading it over my cock, knowing that it wasn’t going to be enough but not being able to wait. I just had to hope that Milo did a thorough job. I sank into him with a groan. Grabbing at his hips, I pulled him back against me, watching as he scrambled to get on his knees. With my head bowed, I panted against his back, giving him time to adjust and rolling my hips against him. “Move,” Milo grunted. It was all I needed. Pulling out, I watched my cock come away shiny and slick before I pushed it back in with one swift movement, bottoming out. Milo cried out then, his free hand reaching between his legs. I began fucking him in earnest then, my hips slapping against his backside, seeking out every breathy moan. The smell of sex was thick and heady in the air and he was tight enough that had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. By the gods, did I want too, though. He jerked his hips backwards, meeting each of my thrusts, until I was seeing stars. “$name, please,” he said. “Please. Fuck. Just a bit more, baby. I need you. Please, just– fuck!” I slammed into him, my balls drawing up tight. It wouldn’t be long now. I thrust into him, feeling his ass cling to me. Pulling him upwards, I slid my hands up his chest, curling him to my chest as I fucked up into him. He came with a shout, coating his chest and my hands with his release. Two thrusts later, I followed. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pushed him down onto the bed face first before crawling on top of him. He had prepared himself already, either just in case or anticipating that this was how the night would go. His hole was stretched and wet, waiting for me. There was a strapon nearby. Because of course Milo had thought of everything. The click of the belt as I cinched it to me sent a shiver rolling down my spine. When I was ready, I laid myself against his slick back, dragging a kiss across his shoulders. Reaching around, I placed my hand in front of his face. “Spit,” I told him. He did, licking the flat of my palm and getting me nice and wet. I took it, spreading it over my cock, knowing that it wasn’t going to be enough but not being able to wait. I just had to hope that Milo did a thorough job. I sank into him with a groan. Grabbing at his hips, I pulled him back against me, watching as he scrambled to get on his knees. With my head bowed, I panted against his back, giving him time to adjust and rolling my hips against him. “Move,” Milo grunted. It was all I needed. Pulling out, I watched my cock come away shiny and slick before I pushed it back in with one swift movement, bottoming out. Milo cried out then, his free hand reaching between his legs. I began fucking him in earnest then, my hips slapping against his backside, seeking out every breathy moan. The smell of sex was thick and heady in the air and he was tight enough that had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. By the gods, did I want too, though. He jerked his hips backwards, meeting each of my thrusts, until I was seeing stars. “$name, please,” he said. “Please. Fuck. Just a bit more, baby. I need you. Please, just– fuck!” I slammed into him, my core aching as I felt the sensation of my cock being squeezed. I didn't think I would ever get used to that. Not yet. I thrust into him, feeling his ass cling to me. Pulling him upwards, I slid my hands up his chest, curling him to my chest as I fucked up into him. He came with a shout, coating his chest and my hands with his release. Two thrusts later, I followed.<</if>> I didn’t know how long we lay there. The two of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Milo had taken a blanket and thrown it over us haphazardly to where it barely even covered our hips. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, he was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. “Did you like your present?” he grinned. [[Best present ever]] [[Could have been better]] [[Might need another present]]<<if $sex == "female">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. We didn’t speak as he settled on top of me. His fingers reached down between my legs, swirling against my clit gently. Little pinpricks of pleasured dotted across my skin as he rolled my clit between his fingers. Only after he had me squirming against him, did he slip two of his fingers inside me. I could feel his signet ring, cold and hard right at my entrance as he stretched me wide. I mewled against his mouth with each thrust, letting him swallow my pleasure. He took his time, bringing me to the brink over and over, pulling away just before I could tip over the edge. When Milo pushed inside me, we both groaned. He shivered above me, head bowed, as he tried not to give into the urge to rut up against me. “You feel so good,” he murmured. He pulled himself out, leaving just the head of his cock inside, before pushing back in with a loud moan. “Fuck, $name. You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin and feel him hold me through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. We didn’t speak as he settled on top of me. His fingers reached down between my legs to make sure I was ready. Little pinpricks of pleasured dotted across my skin as he rolled my dick between his fingers. Only after he had me squirming against him, did he slip two of his fingers inside me. I could feel his signet ring, cold and hard right at my entrance as he stretched me wide. I gasped against his mouth with each thrust, letting him swallow my pleasure. He took his time, bringing me to the brink over and over, pulling away just before I could tip over the edge. When Milo pushed inside me, we both groaned. He shivered above me, head bowed, as he tried not to give into the urge to rut up against me. “You feel so good,” he murmured. He pulled himself out, leaving just the head of his cock inside, before pushing back in with a loud moan. “Fuck, $name. You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin and feel him hold me through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "male">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. We didn’t speak as he settled on top of me. His fingers reached between my legs, slick with something I hadn’t even seen him grab. He swirled them against my hole before carefully pushing one finger inside. I felt myself stretch, my back arching as my own cock hit against my belly. I could feel his signet ring, cold and hard at my entrance as he pushed the second finger inside, scissoring them back and forth and preparing me for him. “You feel so good,” he murmured. He pulled himself out, leaving just the head of his cock inside, before pushing back in with a loud moan. “Fuck, $name. You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. He reached around, palming my cock and with three fumbled strokes, my own orgasm followed. Milo didn’t move as he twitched inside me, his sweaty skin sticking to mine as he held me through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. We didn’t speak as he settled on top of me. His fingers reached between my legs, slick with something I hadn’t even seen him grab. He swirled them against my hole before carefully pushing one finger inside. I felt myself stretch, my back arching as my own cock hit against my belly. I could feel his signet ring, cold and hard at my entrance as he pushed the second finger inside, scissoring them back and forth and preparing me for him. “You feel so good,” he murmured. He pulled himself out, leaving just the head of his cock inside, before pushing back in with a loud moan. “Fuck, $name. You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin and feel him hold me through each shudder.<</if>> I didn’t know how long we lay there. The two of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Milo had taken a blanket and thrown it over us haphazardly to where it barely even covered our hips. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, he was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. “Did you like your present?” he grinned. [[Best present ever]] [[Could have been better]] [[Might need another present]]“Best present ever,” I murmured to him. He looked delighted at the praise, grabbing me into his arms and nuzzling into my neck. There was less urgency to him now. Less of that manic desire. Now, he was soft and sweet, laying kisses across my body and mapping out each mole and scar. “Want a round two tomorrow?” he asked. Because of course he was insatiable. “You sound exhausted, Milo. You should just sleep tomorrow.” “Sleep is overrated.” “Sleep is healthy,” I countered. He was squirmy tonight. Tough to settle. He got like this when life was heavy on his shoulders. Rolling the two of us, I made sure I was lying on top of him. Pinning him down into the mattress with no option to pace. With my head on his chest, I began tracing small circles up and down his side. The bone cracking yawn he gave in response echoed through the room. “I had more plans tonight,” he said. “A lot more plans.” “Oh?” “Was going to wine and dine you. Sit in a tub with you. Lick you from head to toe.” “Hopefully before the tub.” He chuckled a little. “Give me like ten minutes, and we’ll do all that, yeah?” “Ten minutes,” I agreed. But I knew better. I’d let him sleep until morning where we could both wake up together in the early quiet of a new day. “Rest now, Milo,” I told him. He was snoring before I could even finish my sentence. <<if $sex == "female">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shoved him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him. His hands immediately went to my hips, legs spreading slightly. I dragged myself over his cock, feeling the tip of it catch against my clit. He bucked up against me, his eyes dark as he looked down to where I hovered above him. He licked his lips, eyes wide. “I want to watch,” he whispered. I knew he did. He had a kink for watching the way he sunk into my body. So, ever so slowly, I lowered myself down on him. Inch by inch, he watched his cock disappear until I was seated with him fully sheathed inside. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head. “Feel so good,” he murmured. “Fuck, $name. I missed this. Missed the feel of you around me. Missed watching you bounce on my lap.” Bracing my hands on his chest, I sunk my nails into the pale skin as I pushed myself upwards again. I felt the way he stretched me, filling up every inch of me. With a smirk, I slammed myself back down onto his cock against, twisting my hips to grind my clit against him. His thighs were slick with my own juices, and I was sure his fingers would leave bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care, though. As I began to rise and fall against him, he grabbed me, slamming me down against him. Our coupling was not gentle. More than once, he yelped in pain. But it was filled with the undeniable urge to make the other one //feel//. “$name, please,” he gasped. “Need you. Please. Just a bit more, baby. Just a– fuck!” I began to bounce on him in earnest, rising and falling with harsh little slaps until he was arching off the bed, teeth gritted together. I felt my orgasm begin to build. A hot lick of fire at the base of my spine that curled around me. My thighs began to tighten and my stomach curl at the need for release. When Milo’s back arched, and he let out a sharp moan, I felt him pulse inside me. It was all I needed to follow him over the edge. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shoved him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him. His hands immediately went to my hips, legs spreading slightly. I dragged myself over his cock, feeling the tip of it catch against my clit. He bucked up against me, his eyes dark as he looked down to where I hovered above him. He licked his lips, eyes wide. “I want to watch,” he whispered. I knew he did. He had a kink for watching the way he sunk into my body. So, ever so slowly, I lowered myself down on him. Inch by inch, he watched his cock disappear until I was seated with him fully sheathed inside. He groaned loudly, eyes rolling back in his head. “Feel so good,” he murmured. “Fuck, $name. I missed this. Missed the feel of you around me. Missed watching you bounce on my lap.” Bracing my hands on his chest, I sunk my nails into the pale skin as I pushed myself upwards again. I felt the way he stretched me, filling up every inch of me. With a smirk, I slammed myself back down onto his cock against, twisting my hips to grind my dick against him. His thighs were slick with my own juices, and I was sure his fingers would leave bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care, though. As I began to rise and fall against him, he grabbed me, slamming me down against him. Our coupling was not gentle. More than once, he yelped in pain. But it was filled with the undeniable urge to make the other one //feel//. “$name, please,” he gasped. “Need you. Please. Just a bit more, baby. Just a– fuck!” I began to bounce on him in earnest, rising and falling with harsh little slaps until he was arching off the bed, teeth gritted together. I felt my orgasm begin to build. A hot lick of fire at the base of my spine that curled around me. My thighs began to tighten and my stomach curl at the need for release. When Milo’s back arched, and he let out a sharp moan, I felt him pulse inside me. It was all I needed to follow him over the edge. <<elseif $sex == "male">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shoved him down onto the bed face first before crawling on top of him. He had prepared himself already, either just in case or anticipating that this was how the night would go. His hole was stretched and wet, waiting for me. Reaching around, I placed my hand in front of his face. “Spit,” I told him. He did, licking the flat of my palm and getting me nice and wet. I took it, spreading it over my cock, knowing that it wasn’t going to be enough but not being able to wait. I just had to hope that Milo did a thorough job. I sank into him with a groan. Grabbing at his hips, I pulled him back against me, watching as he scrambled to get on his knees. With my head bowed, I panted against his back, giving him time to adjust and rolling my hips against him. “Move,” Milo grunted. It was all I needed. Pulling out, I watched my cock come away shiny and slick before I pushed it back in with one swift movement, bottoming out. Milo cried out then, his free hand reaching between his legs. I began fucking him in earnest then, my hips slapping against his backside, seeking out every breathy moan. The smell of sex was thick and heady in the air and he was tight enough that I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. By the gods, did I want too, though. He jerked his hips backwards, meeting each of my thrusts, until I was seeing stars. “$name, please,” he said. “Please. Fuck. Just a bit more, baby. I need you. Please, just– fuck!” I slammed into him, my balls drawing up tight. It wouldn’t be long now. I thrust into him, feeling his ass cling to me. Pulling him upwards, I slid my hands up his chest, one hand coming to curl around his neck as I fucked up into him. He came with a shout, coating his chest and my hands with his release. Two thrusts later, I followed. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shoved him down onto the bed face first before crawling on top of him. He had prepared himself already, either just in case or anticipating that this was how the night would go. His hole was stretched and wet, waiting for me. There was a strapon nearby. Because of course Milo had thought of everything. The click of the belt as I cinched it to me sent a shiver rolling down my spine. When I was ready, I laid myself against his slick back, dragging a kiss across his shoulders. Reaching around, I placed my hand in front of his face. “Spit,” I told him. He did, licking the flat of my palm and getting me nice and wet. I took it, spreading it over my cock, knowing that it wasn’t going to be enough but not being able to wait. I just had to hope that Milo did a thorough job. I sank into him with a groan. Grabbing at his hips, I pulled him back against me, watching as he scrambled to get on his knees. With my head bowed, I panted against his back, giving him time to adjust and rolling my hips against him. “Move,” Milo grunted. It was all I needed. Pulling out, I watched my cock come away shiny and slick before I pushed it back in with one swift movement, bottoming out. Milo cried out then, his free hand reaching between his legs. I began fucking him in earnest then, my hips slapping against his backside, seeking out every breathy moan. The smell of sex was thick and heady in the air and he was tight enough that had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. By the gods, did I want too, though. He jerked his hips backwards, meeting each of my thrusts, until I was seeing stars. “$name, please,” he said. “Please. Fuck. Just a bit more, baby. I need you. Please, just– fuck!” I slammed into him, my core aching as I felt the sensation of my cock being squeezed. I didn't think I would ever get used to that. Not yet. I thrust into him, feeling his ass cling to me. Pulling him upwards, I slid my hands up his chest, curling one hand around his neck as II fucked up into him. He came with a shout, coating his chest and my hands with his release. Two thrusts later, I followed.<</if>> I didn’t know how long we lay there. The two of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Milo had taken a blanket and thrown it over us haphazardly to where it barely even covered our hips. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, he was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. “Did you like your present?” he grinned. [[Best present ever]] [[Could have been better]] [[Might need another present]]<<if $sex == "female">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Wild and unhinged. Desperate for release and eager to have me fall over the precipice with him. He grabbed at me, eyes burning amber as he stared down at my body. “Gods, look at you. All I’ve thought about for days was being inside of you. Fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Until I couldn’t breathe.” I arched a brow towards him. “You don’t seem to be doing anything but talking right now.” He grinned at me then, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping it against my clit. I arched upwards, shuddering at the sensation as he pressed against me. “What was that?” “Just fuck me already.” “So demanding,” he scolded. But before I could say anything, he lined himself up and slammed into me. I shouted as I stretched around him, my hands coming to his back and digging into his skin. He didn’t give me time to adjust as he pulled out, thrusting himself back in. “There it is,” he groaned. “Look at you. Squirming on me. Face flushed. Fuck, you feel so good.” He reached between us then, rolling my clit between his fingers, the base of his signet ring catching against the skin. I hissed at the contact, curling my leg up and spreading myself wider to hear the slap of his hips against my wet thighs. I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he rolled his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin and feel him hold me through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Wild and unhinged. Desperate for release and eager to have me fall over the precipice with him. He grabbed at me, eyes burning amber as he stared down at my body. “Gods, look at you. All I’ve thought about for days was being inside of you. Fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Until I couldn’t breathe.” I arched a brow towards him. “You don’t seem to be doing anything but talking right now.” He grinned at me then, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping it against my clit. I arched upwards, shuddering at the sensation as he pressed against me. “What was that?” “Just fuck me already.” “So demanding,” he scolded. But before I could say anything, he lined himself up and slammed into me. I shouted as I stretched around him, my hands coming to his back and digging into his skin. He didn’t give me time to adjust as he pulled out, thrusting himself back in. “There it is,” he groaned. “Look at you. Squirming on me. Face flushed. Fuck, you feel so good.” He reached between us then, grabbing at my dick and rolling it against the flat of his palm. The base of his signet ring caught against the sensitive skin. I hissed at the contact, curling my leg up and spreading myself wider to hear the slap of his hips against my wet thighs. I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he rolled his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin and feel him hold me through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "male">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Wild and unhinged. Desperate for release and eager to have me fall over the precipice with him. He grabbed at me, eyes burning amber as he stared down at my body. “Gods, look at you. All I’ve thought about for days was being inside of you. Fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Until I couldn’t breathe.” I arched a brow towards him. “You don’t seem to be doing anything but talking right now.” He grinned at me then, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping it against my own. I arched upwards, shuddering at the sensation as he dragged himself against me. “What was that?” “Just fuck me already.” “So demanding,” he scolded. He shoved two fingers in my mouth, making me soak them before he began to stretch my ass. I hissed at the sensation, feeling the burn as he prepared me too quickly. But neither of us had time for pleasantries. There would be time to take it slow later. “You ready?” he asked. But before I could answer, he pushed himself into me. I shouted as I stretched around him, my hands coming to his back and digging into his skin. He didn’t give me time to adjust as he pulled out, thrusting himself back in. “There it is,” he groaned. “Look at you. Squirming on me. Face flushed. Fuck, you feel so good.” He reached between us then, hand palming my dick, the base of his signet ring catching against the skin. I hissed at the contact, curling my leg up and spreading myself wider to hear the slap of his hips against my wet thighs. I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he rolled his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge painting his chest white Cling to his sweaty skin, I felt him grip me tight, holding me through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Wild and unhinged. Desperate for release and eager to have me fall over the precipice with him. He grabbed at me, eyes burning amber as he stared down at my body. “Gods, look at you. All I’ve thought about for days was being inside of you. Fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Until I couldn’t breathe.” I arched a brow towards him. “You don’t seem to be doing anything but talking right now.” He grinned at me then, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping it against my own. I arched upwards, shuddering at the sensation as he dragged himself against me. “What was that?” “Just fuck me already.” “So demanding,” he scolded. He shoved two fingers in my mouth, making me soak them before he began to stretch my ass. I hissed at the sensation, feeling the burn as he prepared me too quickly. But neither of us had time for pleasantries. There would be time to take it slow later. “You ready?” he asked. But before I could answer, he pushed himself into me. I shouted as I stretched around him, my hands coming to his back and digging into his skin. He didn’t give me time to adjust as he pulled out, thrusting himself back in. “There it is,” he groaned. “Look at you. Squirming on me. Face flushed. Fuck, you feel so good.” He reached between us then, hand palming my dick, the base of his signet ring catching against the skin. I hissed at the contact, curling my leg up and spreading myself wider to hear the slap of his hips against my wet thighs. I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he rolled his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge painting his chest white Cling to his sweaty skin, I felt him grip me tight, holding me through each shudder. <</if>> I didn’t know how long we lay there. The two of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Milo had taken a blanket and thrown it over us haphazardly to where it barely even covered our hips. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, he was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. “Did you like your present?” he grinned. [[Best present ever]] [[Could have been better]] [[Might need another present]] I shrugged in indifference. “It could have been better.” I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the shock on his face. He reached down, pinching my hip, his fingers tickling across my sides. “I was trussed up like a pig for you,” he said. “That isn’t as sexy when you say it like that. Though, I did like the way you squealed.” He rolled on top of me, his own grin spreading across his face. “My knees are going to pop for a week.” “I wasn’t the one who decided to get tied up an hour before I was supposed to be here.” “I wanted to feel the anticipation.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hair fell in little curls around his eyes, his gaze amber to match the lights near our home. “Thank you for my present,” I whispered to him, feeling my body grow tired. “You are very welcome.” He snuggled down against me, pulling the blanket up properly this time. “Tomorrow, we’ll do it again. I have enough ribbon.” “Who gets tied up?” I mused. “We’ll flip for it.” Running my hand up his back, I grinned. I could feel the exhaustion in his body. The way he was fighting sleep. “Rest, Milo,” I told him gently. He was snoring in my ear before I even finished. “I might need another present,” I told him. “You know, I have nothing to compare it to and might need another one just to make sure.” “Oh, I can arrange that,” he grinned. “I’ve got plenty of more ribbon. And chocolate sauce around her somewhere. Just give me ten minutes and–” he made to move away, flinging the covers from me. I grabbed him, though, laughing. “Milo, no. Rest. I can’t feel my lower half right now.” There was only a brief hint of protest that crossed his face until his own exhaustion got to him and he flopped down on the bed next to me. “Fine. But someone is getting tied up tomorrow. Just to let you know.” “Deal,” I grinned, nipping at the stubble of his jaw. Running my hand up his back, I grinned. I could feel the exhaustion in his body. The way he was fighting sleep. “Rest, Milo,” I told him gently. Her murmured something that I couldn’t understand, cuddling up under the blankets with me. I ran my fingers through his hair as he used me as his own personal teddy bear. “Goodnight, Milo,” I whispered to him. He was snoring in my ear before I even finished. “I would have been okay with you snoring in my ear,” I whispered to him. Most nights, I had to shove him over before threatening to smother him with a pillow. Milo snored loud and took up most of the bed, arms flung out to his side. But when he was gone like this, I started to miss it. He had this uncanny way of taking up a large amount of space, wherever he was, and when he went on his trips like this, there was a hole in my day to day. “Well, I can pretty much guarantee you that’s how tonight will end, darlin’. So don’t you worry.” He didn’t look a little apologetic at that. Most of the time he woke to go sleep on the couch when I had finally had enough of his internal motor. “Would you two just come eat,” Malcolm sighed. "Milo's snoring is not something I'm looking forward to. I want some food at least to deal with it." I sat down at the table, hearing my stomach rumble. Milo came up behind me, practically pulling me into his lap, while his thigh pressed against Malcolm’s. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little brighter, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m impressed, Button. This is actual good quality.” Milo rolled his eyes, tucking his chin against my shoulder. “I do have good taste sometimes.” His hold on me was tight, fingers kneading against me. Despite it Malcolm making little plates for each of us, I didn’t think Milo was going to let me go. [[You are awful touchy tonight|touchy tonight poly]] [[You should eat, too]] [[Encourage him to sit between you and Mal]]“This is incredibly thoughtful,” I told him. I made sure to look at every inch of the room. To the care he put into hanging the blankets, down to the pillows he had tried to artfully arranged. The colors were soft, matching the lights above, and the entire setup was intimate and cozy. “I had to ste– borrow every blanket I could from the people we know. Hazel helped.” “Don’t drag my sister into your debauchery,” Malcolm told him. “She’s my best friend. I have rights.” Sure enough, I spied a few blankets that were clearly Hazel’s. Patchwork quilts, that were lovingly stitching together, made up most of the walls. There were even a few little vases of flowers around. Hazel’s touch, I was sure. “Come and eat, you two," Malcolm said, already sitting down at the table. I sat next to Malcolm then, hearing my stomach rumble. Milo came up behind me, practically pulling me into his lap, while his thigh pressed against Malcolm’s. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little brighter, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m impressed, Button. This is actual good quality.” Milo rolled his eyes, tucking his chin against my shoulder. “I do have good taste sometimes.” His hold on me was tight, fingers kneading against me. Despite it Malcolm making little plates for each of us, I didn’t think Milo was going to let me go. [[You are awful touchy tonight|touchy tonight poly]] [[You should eat, too]] [[Encourage him to sit between you and Mal]]“We need to convert Mal’s apartment to a blanket fort,” I told him solemnly. Milo’s eyes went wide at the idea. I could already see the paisley sheets and the stacks of chairs that would make up the interior walls. “You will leave my apartment alone,” Mal said. Milo was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, eyes twinkling as he talked excitedly to me. “He’s got the perfect table for it. We could pull the mattress off the bed and stick it under there. Get some of those glow in the dark stars. Oh! And a camp stove. I’ve seen people make them out of old tin cans–” I laughed loudly. “We’ll need at least three of those.” “Both of you will be returning your keys as soon as we leave tomorrow. Your access has been revoked.” Malcolm was walking over to the table now, sitting himself on a soft pillow. “Aw, Mal,” Milo called out. “Don’t be like that. $name and I are great at decorating. You’d love it.” We had bought him a painting about two years ago. Something from one of the highfalutin districts where they claimed splatter art was revolutionary. Malcolm had been nice and said he liked it, but it was hung up in the closet. “Would you two just come eat,” he sighed. I winked at Milo, silently telling him that we’d get Malcolm on our side. At the very least, it would help loosen the man up. I loved him, but he was drawn tight most days. I sat down at the table, hearing my stomach rumble. Milo came up behind me, practically pulling me into his lap, while his thigh pressed against Malcolm’s. With a flourish of his hand, the candles burned a little brighter, further lighting our spread. “Here we have some of the best cheese from the Gruyère district. Bread from Gluten and More. And a variety of tasty little treats that I was going to get from Sweet Nothing's, but Kimber heard what I was doing and threatened to make me into a minced meat pie if I didn’t buy from her. I am pretty certain she is planning on eating most of the bakers at Sweet Nothing's in the near future. You might want to talk to her.” “Noted.” Scooting us a bit closer, he wrapped his arms around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m impressed, Button. This is actual good quality.” Milo rolled his eyes, tucking his chin against my shoulder. “I do have good taste sometimes.” His hold on me was tight, fingers kneading against me. Despite it Malcolm making little plates for each of us, I didn’t think Milo was going to let me go. [[You are awful touchy tonight|touchy tonight poly]] [[You should eat, too]] [[Encourage him to sit between you and Mal]] “You should eat, too,” I told Milo. Malcolm had made him a plate but the man looked like he had no intention of eating it. His focus was entirely on me. “I will,” he said. “Just enjoying you right now.” He got clingy sometimes. To either me or Mal. Half the time, we weren’t even sure he knew he was doing it. Milo had always been a person of excess. Drinking. Sex. Good food. But as of late, he had changed that excess to us. Malcolm couldn’t handle it as much as me. I considered Milo to just be a pillow some nights. A very clinging, warm, pillow. “Button,” Malcolm said gently, catching my look. “Eat some food. $name isn’t going anywhere.” Reaching out, he gently brushed his hand against Milo’s arm, catching his attention. “Food,” he repeated. Milo rolled his eyes, refusing to let me go. But he did listen to Malcolm and reach out to grab a piece of bread. “Everything is looking good out there,” Milo was saying. “There’s a few new little places cropping up, but I don’t think they trust me yet. I think you two will have to come with me next time.” “I’d love that,” I told him. “We’ll make a little vacation of it. Pitch a tent under the stars. Share a sleeping bag.” “Do they make three person sleeping bags?” Milo asked. “Yes.” We both looked at Malcolm with our brows raised. He was sipping his wine and pushing another plate of bread towards us. “Have you bought said sleeping bag?” I asked him. He smirked. “Guess you’ll have to wait until our vacation.” “That’s a yes,” Milo stage whispered. Dinner was uneventful but cozy. It was the type of coming together that I enjoyed after so long apart. When we were done, Malcolm rose, clearing the food from the table, while Milo and I lay back on the surplus of blankets, looking up at the paisley canopy above. “I missed you,” he whispered to me. “I missed you, too. I wish you were home more.” “Me too. I’m glad you’ve got Mal here, though. He’s sometimes decent company.” I tapped his hip, glaring at him with no force behind it. I sometimes had to remind both Milo and Mal to be a bit nicer to each other. Their default was old childhood rivalry. Milo sighed. “He’s //good// company. Hear that, Mal? Huh? I’m complimenting you.” He had pitched his voice up, sarcastically calling out to the other man. Malcolm was drying his hands off on a dish rack and looking at Milo, unamused. Not that Milo cared. He was only yawning in response. Malcolm came to rest by our sides then, sitting with his legs crossed as he got the blankets situated over the three of us. “There’s a hot tub out back,” Malcolm said. “When he falls asleep, you want a good soak.” “Not gonna fall asleep,” Milo muttered. He was curling his body against my own, though, clinging to me like his own personal teddy bear. Malcolm reached out, brushing a curl from his eyes. [[Come join us in bed, Mal]] [[I’ll sith with him until he’s asleep]] [[How about the three of us have a soak in the morning]] Milo sometimes got like this. Ever since that fateful night by the fountain, part of his fae self had broke free. Magic and sensations he had never once delt with, ran wild through his blood. Malcolm and I grounded him. Reminded him of home. But occasionally, when he was gone too long from us, he became unmoored. “Milo, would you like to sit between Malcolm and I?” I asked. I made sure to lace my hand in his, as if to assure him I wasn’t sending him away. Malcolm, without missing a beat, grabbed his other hand, pulling him gently to untangle himself from me. “Come on, Button. Give Lamplight a little room. Plus, I haven’t seen you in a while, either.” Without question, Milo situated himself between us, so his legs were pressed against both of our thighs. I made sure to keep one hand on his leg, kneading it gently, while Malcolm kept a hand on his back. The three of us ate, listening to Malcolm’s journey into the Outlands, slipping him little bits of food when he paused in talking so he would eat. “Everything is looking good out there,” Milo was saying. “There’s a few new little places cropping up, but I don’t think they trust me yet. I think you two will have to come with me next time.” “I’d love that,” I told him. “We’ll make a little vacation of it. Pitch a tent under the stars. Share a sleeping bag.” “Do they make three person sleeping bags?” Milo asked. “Yes.” We both looked at Malcolm with our brows raised. He was sipping his wine and pushing another plate of bread towards us. “Have you bought said sleeping bag?” I asked him. He smirked. “Guess you’ll have to wait until our vacation.” “That’s a yes,” Milo stage whispered. Dinner was uneventful but cozy. It was the type of coming together that I enjoyed after so long apart. When we were done, Malcolm rose, clearing the food from the table, while Milo and I lay back on the surplus of blankets, looking up at the paisley canopy above. “I missed you,” he whispered to me. “I missed you, too. I wish you were home more.” “Me too. I’m glad you’ve got Mal here, though. He’s sometimes decent company.” I tapped his hip, glaring at him with no force behind it. I sometimes had to remind both Milo and Mal to be a bit nicer to each other. Their default was old childhood rivalry. Milo sighed. “He’s //good// company. Hear that, Mal? Huh? I’m complimenting you.” He had pitched his voice up, sarcastically calling out to the other man. Malcolm was drying his hands off on a dish rack and looking at Milo, unamused. Not that Milo cared. He was only yawning in response. Malcolm came to rest by our sides then, sitting with his legs crossed as he got the blankets situated over the three of us. “There’s a hot tub out back,” Malcolm said. “When he falls asleep, you want a good soak.” “Not gonna fall asleep,” Milo muttered. He was curling his body against my own, though, clinging to me like his own personal teddy bear. Malcolm reached out, brushing a curl from his eyes. [[Come join us in bed, Mal]] [[I’ll sith with him until he’s asleep]] [[How about the three of us have a soak in the morning]] “You are awfully touchy tonight,” I told him. His hands roamed my body, head dipped down to press against my skin. He was taking even breaths. In and out. While this wasn’t uncommon for Milo, it always took me aback after not seeing him for a while. I forgot just how in contact he was with me. “Stupid Outlands,” Milo muttered. “Really is a torture zone. No one out there to see or talk to. To share evenings with.” “You sharing evenings with people?” Malcolm asked casually. Though, I could hear the tension in his voice. “No,” Milo dismissed. “Neither of you were there. Keep up.” He gave me a look as if to say ‘this guy’ before clinging to me tighter. Grabbing a piece of bread, I offered it to him over my shoulder. Because if Milo was going to refuse to let me go, he needed to at least eat a little something. “Everything is looking good out there,” Milo was saying. “There’s a few new little places cropping up, but I don’t think they trust me yet. I think you two will have to come with me next time.” “I’d love that,” I told him. “We’ll make a little vacation of it. Pitch a tent under the stars. Share a sleeping bag.” “Do they make three person sleeping bags?” Milo asked. “Yes.” We both looked at Malcolm with our brows raised. He was sipping his wine and pushing another plate of bread towards us. “Have you bought said sleeping bag?” I asked him. He smirked. “Guess you’ll have to wait until our vacation.” “That’s a yes,” Milo stage whispered. Dinner was uneventful but cozy. It was the type of coming together that I enjoyed after so long apart. When we were done, Malcolm rose, clearing the food from the table, while Milo and I lay back on the surplus of blankets, looking up at the paisley canopy above. “I missed you,” he whispered to me. “I missed you, too. I wish you were home more.” “Me too. I’m glad you’ve got Mal here, though. He’s sometimes decent company.” I tapped his hip, glaring at him with no force behind it. I sometimes had to remind both Milo and Mal to be a bit nicer to each other. Their default was old childhood rivalry. Milo sighed. “He’s //good// company. Hear that, Mal? Huh? I’m complimenting you.” He had pitched his voice up, sarcastically calling out to the other man. Malcolm was drying his hands off on a dish rack and looking at Milo, unamused. Not that Milo cared. He was only yawning in response. Malcolm came to rest by our sides then, sitting with his legs crossed as he got the blankets situated over the three of us. “There’s a hot tub out back,” Malcolm said. “When he falls asleep, you want a good soak.” “Not gonna fall asleep,” Milo muttered. He was curling his body against my own, though, clinging to me like his own personal teddy bear. Malcolm reached out, brushing a curl from his eyes. [[Come join us in bed, Mal]] [[I’ll sith with him until he’s asleep]] [[How about the three of us have a soak in the morning]] “Come join us in bed, Mal.” I held out my hand, beckoning the other man forward. He looked down at Milo and then towards the actual bed that was across the room. The place he most likely would have preferred. But there would be no moving Milo without jostling his brain even more awake so Malcolm sighed, lowering himself on the floor to lay on Milo’s other side, reaching over to rest his hand on my hip. “We’re going to need the hot tub after sleeping on the floor,” he grumbled. Milo laughed. “You are such a priss.” I hid my grin at Malcolm’s indignation. Malcolm liked his finery. His comforts. Sleeping on the floor surrounded by a chaos of pillows and blankets wasn’t his thing. But he did it anyway. For us. “$name,” Milo said. “Have I ever told you how fucking cool it is that you are not a rock?” I snorted a bit in laughter, running my fingers over the back of Milo’s head. He had, actually. A few times. “I’m your rock,” I told him gently. He grinned. Leaning forward, Milo pressed his lips against the key shaped scar on my chest. The skin tingled at the contact, his hair brushing against my chin as he nuzzled against me. It had taken him years to look at it. More than that, to stop flinching every time he accidentally touched it. Now, he used it as a reminder of what he almost lost. “I almost forgot,” he murmured. “I learned how to do little protective charms. Stupid little stuff that I’m not sure actually works. But I wanted to try it on you. You want a unicorn, a butterfly, or a worm.” I blinked at him. “Are these going to be new pets?” I ventured slowly. “Just answer.” [[Unicorn]] [[Butterfly]] [[Worm]] “I’ll sit with him until he’s asleep,” I told Malcolm. I didn’t want to leave Milo like this. Nothing might have happened while he was gone. Milo may have actually had a perfectly normal trip. But I didn’t want him to fall into the pattern of only coming to us when he was distraught. I had wanted this. I had wanted him comfortable enough to be himself. To not shy away because he was considered ‘too clingy’ or for this to not be ‘manly’. I couldn’t bring myself to leave him now. Not while he was fighting sleep. Malcolm seemed to understand because he said nothing. Just looked at the two of us with gentle eyes and remained quiet in hopes of helping Milo drift to sleep. A feat that was nearly impossible given Milo’s overactive brain. “$name,” Milo said. “Have I ever told you how fucking cool it is that you are not a rock?” I snorted a bit in laughter, running my fingers over the back of Milo’s head. He had, actually. A few times. “I’m your rock,” I told him gently. He grinned. Leaning forward, Milo pressed his lips against the key shaped scar on my chest. The skin tingled at the contact, his hair brushing against my chin as he nuzzled against me. It had taken him years to look at it. More than that, to stop flinching every time he accidentally touched it. Now, he used it as a reminder of what he almost lost. “I almost forgot,” he murmured. “I learned how to do little protective charms. Stupid little stuff that I’m not sure actually works. But I wanted to try it on you. You want a unicorn, a butterfly, or a worm.” I blinked at him. “Are these going to be new pets?” I ventured slowly. “Just answer.” [[Unicorn]] [[Butterfly]] [[Worm]] “How about we hold off,” I told him. “The three of us can have a long soak in the morning. I’m feeling a snowstorm coming on. We won’t be able to leave.” Malcolm tipped his head to the side, looking at me curiously. The weather had been nice today. A warm wind sweeping through the streets, provoking the idea of an early spring. Funny thing about the Night Market, though, was that things here were unpredictable. Especially when based on the whims of an individual who sometimes allowed themselves a small, selfish act. “Really?” he asked me, his lips quirked in amusement. “Really.” He shook his head at me but raised his hands in defeat. Not even he had the gall to question the Night Market. Either that, or he liked the idea of a lie in tomorrow. “$name,” Milo said. “Have I ever told you how fucking cool it is that you are not a rock?” I snorted a bit in laughter, running my fingers over the back of Milo’s head. He had, actually. A few times. “I’m your rock,” I told him gently. He grinned. Leaning forward, Milo pressed his lips against the key shaped scar on my chest. The skin tingled at the contact, his hair brushing against my chin as he nuzzled against me. It had taken him years to look at it. More than that, to stop flinching every time he accidentally touched it. Now, he used it as a reminder of what he almost lost. “I almost forgot,” he murmured. “I learned how to do little protective charms. Stupid little stuff that I’m not sure actually works. But I wanted to try it on you. You want a unicorn, a butterfly, or a worm.” I blinked at him. “Are these going to be new pets?” I ventured slowly. “Just answer.” [[Unicorn]] [[Butterfly]] [[Worm]] “Unicorn,” I told him, curious as to what he was actually going to do. “Of course you chose unicorn. The one thing I cannot draw.” “The one thing?” Malcolm asked with a raised brow. Milo stuck his tongue out at him before digging in his pocket. He squirmed, rolling around on the floor as he searched for something, before pulling out a shiny, rainbow unicorn sticker. He licked the back of it before slapping it to my hand. I stared at it incredulously, wondering if Milo had gotten hit on the head while in the Outlands. Then, all at once, the sticker itself disappeared, leaving behind an amber outline of a unicorn. The likes of which sunk into my skin. His magic fell into me then. A certain warmth pressing against me that felt like a faint bubble inside my chest. It sat just under the key mark. “What exactly does this do?” Malcolm was looking at it curiously as well, his eyes roving over where the line had disappeared as he racked his brain for what Milo was suddenly capable of doing. “Protection,” Milo said with a shrug. “I’m not the spell guy. Mal will figure it out.” Malcolm was frowning, eying the two of us carefully. I knew the signs. He was about to go into overdrive, studying what had just been done until he knew the components of the spell inside and out. I laid a hand on him to stop him. “Tomorrow,” I told him gently. He looked as if he was about to protest, but my eyes shifted down to Milo. The man was dead on his feet. With a small huff of breath, he settled down next to us fully, slipping his arm beneath one of the pillows. “Get some sleep, Milo,” I whispered, trying to sooth him to sleep. “Make me,” he grumbled. [[Hold him]] [[Make him hold you]] [[Make Mal hold him]] “Butterfly,” I told him, curious as to what it was he was actually up to. Milo learned magic at varying degrees. Some days, he would allow Malcolm to teach him something, but more often than not, he simply tried a spell and it worked. With the tip of his index finger, he began drawing something on me. It resembled a butterfly I would have seen drawn in a kid's sketchbook. The wings were bubbled and lopsided, and the body was squat. Milo even drew a happy face on it. “What is that?” Malcolm asked, sounding far more offended than he probably hoped to. “The best damn butterfly you’ve ever seen,” Milo muttered, still concentrating. He ended his picture with two jagged antennas. The butterfly turned amber gold then, Milo’s lines turning elegant before it sunk into my skin. His magic fell into me then. A certain warmth pressing against me that felt like a faint bubble inside my chest. It sat just under the key mark. “What exactly does this do?” Malcolm was looking at it curiously as well, his eyes roving over where the line had disappeared as he racked his brain for what Milo was suddenly capable of doing. “Protection,” Milo said with a shrug. “I’m not the spell guy. Mal will figure it out.” Malcolm was frowning, eying the two of us carefully. I knew the signs. He was about to go into overdrive, studying what had just been done until he knew the components of the spell inside and out. I laid a hand on him to stop him. “Tomorrow,” I told him gently. He looked as if he was about to protest, but my eyes shifted down to Milo. The man was dead on his feet. With a small huff of breath, he settled down next to us fully, slipping his arm beneath one of the pillows. “Get some sleep, Milo,” I whispered, trying to sooth him to sleep. “Make me,” he grumbled. [[Hold him]] [[Make him hold you]] [[Make Mal hold him]] “Worm,” I told him, half hoping that he wasn’t about to conjure a worm to follow me around. Milo nodded solemnly. “My favorite.” With his pointer finger, he reached out, drawing a line on my arm. His touch left behind a trail of sticky amber shimmer, and I watched in a mild amount of fascination as it sunk into my skin. “Mainly, I like this one because I can’t draw but I can do a squiggly line like no one's business.” His magic fell into me then. A certain warmth pressing against me that felt like a faint bubble inside my chest. It sat just under the key mark. “What exactly does this do?” Malcolm was looking at it curiously as well, his eyes roving over where the line had disappeared as he racked his brain for what Milo was suddenly capable of doing. “Protection,” Milo said with a shrug. “I’m not the spell guy. Mal will figure it out.” Malcolm was frowning, eying the two of us carefully. I knew the signs. He was about to go into overdrive, studying what had just been done until he knew the components of the spell inside and out. I laid a hand on him to stop him. “Tomorrow,” I told him gently. He looked as if he was about to protest, but my eyes shifted down to Milo. The man was dead on his feet. With a small huff of breath, he settled down next to us fully, slipping his arm beneath one of the pillows. “Get some sleep, Milo,” I whispered, trying to sooth him to sleep. “Make me,” he grumbled. [[Hold him]] [[Make him hold you]] [[Make Mal hold him]] Shifting around, I turned until I could get Milo in front of me before pressing myself against his back and wrapping my arms tightly around him. It was how we spent most nights. There were evenings we crawled into bed early just to sit like this, chatting until one or both of us fell headlong into sleep. “Stop squirming,” I scolded him, feeling him shifting back and forth. “You are a furnace,” he reprimanded. “Does this mean it’s going to be fuckin’ hot in the market tomorrow.” “If you don’t sleep, it will.” He grumbled something, punching at his pillow to try and get comfortable. “Why am I always the little spoon,” he groused. It was Malcolm who answered as he laid down in front of him, his head lying on the pillow so he could face the two of us. “Because you’re cute as the little spoon,” he said. “Shut up.” Yet, Milo wiggled his ass against me, indicating he didn’t mind all that much. Finally, I latched onto his hands, pressing them tight to his front. He was like a child sometimes. Kicking so he wouldn’t fall asleep. “Milo,” I whispered, “I got you. You are enough. Now close your eyes.” He let out a deep sigh, but I could feel the fight starting to drop out of him. “Spendi’ the whole day with you tomorrow,” he whispered. “The both of you.” “That sounds perfect.” “We’re goin’ to do nothing.” I didn’t answer him. One, because I didn’t think it was possible for Milo to spend an entire day doing nothing, and two, because if I continued speaking, he wouldn’t sleep. So instead, I steadied my breathing for him, looking up at the twinkle lights in the small blanket fort he had made. “Thank you,” Malcolm said. I frowned, the appreciation seemingly coming out of nowhere. “For what?” “For loving the both of us when you didn’t have to.” I felt my heart soften. I never could understand how two men could feel so unloved in this world that they felt gratitude over someone not stomping on their heart. “You’re welcome.” That night, as Milo slept between us, Malcolm and I looked up at the paisley tent that he had built. We spoke of our past. Of our future. Malcolm even tried to make me promise to never build a fort out of his sheets. I feigned sleep instead of making good on that promise. Shifting around, I turned so my back was pressed up against Milo’s. His arm automatically came to drape over my waist, head bent so he could press a kiss to the back of my skull. It was how we spent most nights. There were evenings we crawled into bed early just to sit like this, chatting until one or both of us fell headlong into sleep. “Stop squirming,” I scolded him, feeling him shifting back and forth. “You are a furnace,” he reprimanded. “Does this mean it’s going to be fuckin’ hot in the market tomorrow.” “If you don’t sleep, it will.” He grumbled something against my back, shifting back and forth as he tried to get comfortable. Finally, I latched onto his hands, pressing them tight to my front. He was like a child sometimes. Kicking so he wouldn’t fall asleep. In front of me, Malcolm shifted closer, sharing his body warm. He pressed his hands on top of our own, squeezing them. “Calm, Button,” he said. Milo twitched again, just on principal, yet I could feel him glue himself to my back. “Milo,” I whispered, “I got you. You are enough. Now close your eyes.” He let out a deep sigh, but I could feel the fight starting to drop out of him. “Spendi’ the whole day with you tomorrow,” he whispered. “That sounds perfect.” “We’re goin’ to do nothing.” I didn’t answer him. One, because I didn’t think it was possible for Milo to spend an entire day doing nothing, and two, because if I continued speaking, he wouldn’t sleep. So instead, I steadied my breathing for him, looking up at the twinkle lights in the small blanket fort he had made. “Thank you,” Malcolm said. I frowned, the appreciation seemingly coming out of nowhere. “For what?” “For loving the both of us when you didn’t have to.” I felt my heart soften. I never could understand how two men could feel so unloved in this world that they felt gratitude over someone not stomping on their heart. “You’re welcome.” That night, as Milo slept between us, Malcolm and I looked up at the paisley tent that he had built. We spoke of our past. Of our future. Malcolm even tried to make me promise to never build a fort out of his sheets. I feigned sleep instead of making good on that promise. I sighed. Milo was like a small child sometimes. Kicking and thrashing because he didn’t want to go to sleep. Looking up at Mal, I silently implored him to work his magic. He huffed in irritation, but we both knew it was an act. He had been just as concerned with Milo gone as I had. Neither of us liked letting him out of our sight for long. Slipping under the blankets with us, Malcolm wrapped his arms and legs around Milo from behind. It left me in front, my fingers reaching out to dance along the side of Milo’s face before running through his hair. “You two are doing it again,” he grumbled. Though he was making no attempt to break free of our hold. “Doing what, Button?” “Making me feel wanted.” Leaning forward, I placed a small kiss against his lips. “Because you are wanted,” I whispered. “Now sleep.” “‘S supposed to be about you tonight.” “Sleep,” Malcolm assured him. “You can make it about $name in the morning.” Milo couldn’t resist after that. With my hands cupping his face and Malcolm holding him tight, his body finally relented, falling into a deep slumber. My eyes shifted upwards to look at Malcolm. He was already staring at me from over Milo’s shoulder. “Thank you,” Malcolm said. I frowned, the appreciation seemingly coming out of nowhere. “For what?” “For loving the both of us when you didn’t have to.” I felt my heart soften. I never could understand how two men could feel so unloved in this world that they felt gratitude over someone not stomping on their heart. “You’re welcome.” That night, as Milo slept between us, Malcolm and I looked up at the paisley tent that he had built. We spoke of our past. Of our future. Malcolm even tried to make me promise to never build a fort out of his sheets. I feigned sleep instead of making good on that promise. “I don’t know,” I told him. “Despite your claims, Malcolm makes some pretty good knots. I’m not sure I can.” “There’s a knife over there,” Milo said. “Too far.” I didn’t even glance towards the kitchen. Part of me felt bad, keeping Milo on edge like this. But the other part of me was having fun. And I knew Milo well enough. He never got himself into a position he didn’t want to be in. He was just impatient. Surprise Surprise. Part of me wished I could have been a fly on the wall when he had managed to convince Mal to help him. Sighing, I looked down at his freckled face. I had still yet to spend an entire afternoon, mapping each of the freckles on his body with my lips. “What am I going to do with you?” I tutted. With my free hand, I carded it through his hair, tugging at his locks just enough to cause him to hiss. His head tipped back then, amber eyes forced to look up at me. “$name,” he squirmed. His cock bobbed at the promise of pain, the tip growing red as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?” I asked. “I’d uh– really like to… well, you know.” Leaning down, I went to brush my lips against his, hovering just above him. His tongue darted out, his body arching forward to try and steal a kiss. I pulled back just enough. “Yes, but, you are my present,” I admonished. “You don’t get a say in how I play.” Milo whimpered then. A full on broken little sound as his lips parted, and his eyes glazed over with heat. “You look pretty like this,” I told him. I kept my touch feather-light, watching the way his skin prickled beneath me. “Red is an underutilized color on you.” “I’ll wear more of it,” he told me. “Just got to untie me first.” “Oh, but I like you like this. You can’t leave when things get tough. What do you think Mal? Maybe we should tie him up more often. He seems more agreeable.” “He does get very agreeable when he is desperate,” Malcolm agreed. “I like to be motivated,” Milo said. “And I take excellent direction. I laughed a little. “You could be motivated with just the promise of sex. I need to do something to really keep your attention. Make sure that you feel justly rewarded after being so good for me. Any idea what I should do?” As I began to undress, his eyes dragged hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. I could see the way his fists clenched. As if he was trying to fight the urge to break the binds and ravish me. “You tell me.” [[Spank him|m/m spank him]] [[Kiss all over his body|kiss him m/m]] [[Praise him verbally|praise him m/m]] “And ruin all your hard work? That seems kind of cruel.” Milo’s eyes were wide, portraying innocence that did not belong while his erection was so proudly on display. “I’m fine with it. Really. Hard work is meant to be used. Not admired.” “I don’t know,” I sang. “You sure that’s something that you want? I mean. How long did it take you to set all this up.” “Not that long. Really.” “That’s because I did most of it,” Malcolm intoned. Milo looked at him like he was betrayed but Malcolm only stared back in challenge. I knew having Malcolm here had been a good idea. He had always been good at knocking Milo off his game a bit. “You are in such a gorgeous position,” I continued. “I would hate to ruin that.” “My back is killing me and I want to ravish you,” Milo said quickly. “I really don’t mind the whole untying thing now. I’m all ready for you.” He wiggled his hips obscenely to try and prove his point. Sighing, I looked down at his freckled face. I had still yet to spend an entire afternoon, mapping each of the freckles on his body with my lips. “What am I going to do with you?” I tutted. With my free hand, I carded it through his hair, tugging at his locks just enough to cause him to hiss. His head tipped back then, amber eyes forced to look up at me. “$name,” he squirmed. His cock bobbed at the promise of pain, the tip growing red as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?” I asked. “I’d uh– really like to… well, you know.” Leaning down, I went to brush my lips against his, hovering just above him. His tongue darted out, his body arching forward to try and steal a kiss. I pulled back just enough. “Yes, but, you are my present,” I admonished. “You don’t get a say in how I play.” Milo whimpered then. A full on broken little sound as his lips parted, and his eyes glazed over with heat. “You look pretty like this,” I told him. I kept my touch feather-light, watching the way his skin prickled beneath me. “Red is an underutilized color on you.” “I’ll wear more of it,” he told me. “Just got to untie me first.” “Oh, but I like you like this. You can’t leave when things get tough. What do you think Mal? Maybe we should tie him up more often. He seems more agreeable.” “He does get very agreeable when he is desperate,” Malcolm agreed. “I like to be motivated,” Milo said. “And I take excellent direction. I laughed a little. “You could be motivated with just the promise of sex. I need to do something to really keep your attention. Make sure that you feel justly rewarded after being so good for me. Any idea what I should do?” As I began to undress, his eyes dragged hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. I could see the way his fists clenched. As if he was trying to fight the urge to break the binds and ravish me. “You tell me.” [[Spank him|m/m spank him]] [[Kiss all over his body|kiss him m/m]] [[Praise him verbally|praise him m/m]] “I don’t think I want to,” I told him. Malcolm snorted from his position near us. That thought hadn’t seemed to enter Milo’s head. In fact, Milo had assumed that I would be giddy to get him out of his bonds. The ribbon was tied tight enough that it was clear he assumed he wouldn’t have to stay in them long. But, the fact was, I kind of liked him like this. “I mean,” he squirmed a bit. “I can’t really do anything while in them.” “Oh? Poor, Gatekeeper.” Reaching out, I ran my hand across one of the ribbons, my fingers inching beneath the silk. He shivered at the sensation. “Whatever shall I do with you,” I tutted. With my free hand, I carded it through his hair, tugging at his locks just enough to cause him to hiss. His head tipped back then, amber eyes forced to look up at me. “$name,” he squirmed. His cock bobbed at the promise of pain, the tip growing red as he sucked in a deep breath. “Yes?” I asked. “I’d uh– really like to… well, you know.” Leaning down, I went to brush my lips against his, hovering just above him. His tongue darted out, his body arching forward to try and steal a kiss. I pulled back just enough. “Yes, but, you are my present,” I admonished. “You don’t get a say in how I play.” Milo whimpered then. A full on broken little sound as his lips parted, and his eyes glazed over with heat. “You look pretty like this,” I told him. I kept my touch feather-light, watching the way his skin prickled beneath me. “Red is an underutilized color on you.” “I’ll wear more of it,” he told me. “Just got to untie me first.” “Oh, but I like you like this. You can’t leave when things get tough. What do you think Mal? Maybe we should tie him up more often. He seems more agreeable.” “He does get very agreeable when he is desperate,” Malcolm agreed. “I like to be motivated,” Milo said. “And I take excellent direction. I laughed a little. “You could be motivated with just the promise of sex. I need to do something to really keep your attention. Make sure that you feel justly rewarded after being so good for me. Any idea what I should do?” As I began to undress, his eyes dragged hungrily over every inch of exposed skin. I could see the way his fists clenched. As if he was trying to fight the urge to break the binds and ravish me. “You tell me.” [[Spank him|m/m spank him]] [[Kiss all over his body|kiss him m/m]] [[Praise him verbally|praise him m/m]]“No, you see, that was the wrong answer. You were supposed to //tell me//, Milo. That’s what I asked for. I think you might have to be punished for that.” I saw his cock give a small twitch at the thought, his cheeks flushing red as I walked towards him, stripping off my clothes. “I don’t know, darlin’. From where I’m kneelin’, this doesn’t look like much of a punishment. Love the view.” “Oh,” Malcolm hissed. “Wrong answer, Button.” Walking around behind him, I leaned forward, kissing his cheek. Then, with the flat of my palm, I swatted him across the ass. Milo jumped a bit, looking over his shoulder with wild eyes. I had kept the hit light, not wanting to push too far, but I could see the way his breathing increased and how he pressed back against me slightly. “That all you got?” he asked. I hit him again, the sound of the slap reverberating through the room. Milo sucked in a deep breath as I hit him three more times, watching in fascination as the pale swell of his ass became pink and warm. “What were you saying?” I asked him. His head was tipped back, mouth open as he emitted small puffs of breath. “I– I don’t remember the question.” At this point, neither did I. It was Malcolm who sighed then, standing up to come by my side. Still clothed, he pressed against my back, running his fingers down my arms. I felt my breath hitch a little at the contact, feeling the way his swept his hand around to press low on my belly. “Thought you weren’t going to join,” I murmured. Malcolm dragged his lips across my neck, leaving small kisses across the sensitive part of my skin. “You make a convincing argument. Malcolm and I took turns then, running our hands over him, discovering all the ways in which we could make him gasp. Milo’s eyes were closed, his mouth open in a prayer as he twisted and turned in our hold, both simultaneously trying to seek out more pleasure while shying away from the shivers that ran through his body. “We might need to move this along,” Malcolm pointed out. Milo wasn’t going to last if we kept this up. And as much as I enjoyed seeing Malcolm tease Milo’s cock in his soft palms, I wanted a bit more myself. [[Suck him|suck him m/m poly]] [[Make him pleasure you and Malcolm watch]] Inching forward, I began to strip the clothes from my body. I watched as his eyes hungrily traced each exposed patch of skin, his hands flexing against the bonds. I wondered if he could get out of them if he really wanted, or if he had them tied tight enough because he didn’t believe in his own restraint. Gently, I traced my fingers across his exposed skin. He sucked in a little breath, eyes dilating. Then, I bent down, following each stroke of my fingers with my lips. Milo whimpered, eyes falling shut at the sensation. The tight cinch of the bonds, compiled with the feather touch of my lips, had him shivering in no time. From next to us, I could hear Malcolm shifting. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes, noticing the way his own gaze had gone dark. He watched the way my lips dragged over Milo’s skin. The flush appearing over both our bodies. His hands flexed on his knees and I smiled at him knowingly. “$name, I don’t think I’m going to be able to take much of this,” Milo said, a bit embarrassed. Glancing down, his cock was hard and leaking. The tip of it was bright red, straining against his bonds. When I looked at Milo’s face, it was flushed and damp, desperate for me to give him some sort of friction. The man was barely controlling himself. “Why’s that?” I asked with a slight smirk. I placed another kiss across his belly, my teeth dragging down slightly until my chin bumped against his erection. Milo cried out, arching a little. “Darlin’, I– please. I’ll beg if you want me to. Just– fuck.” He was starting to stumble over his words, this time much quicker than he usually did. And as much as I enjoyed watching him squirm, I knew I needed to help him out. Just a little bit. Before I could do anything, however, I felt Malcolm press against my back. I gasped at the feel of his clothes brushing against my bare skin. One arm came around me to rest low on my belly, while the other reached out to pet across Milo’s skin, letting him know I was here. “He’s pretty when he begs,” Malcolm murmured. “Not as pretty as you but I guess this is supposed to be your present, not mine.” I shivered at the promise to his voice. The foreshadowing of what Malcolm planned to do to both of us at a later date. Malcolm and I took turns then, running our hands over him, discovering all the ways in which we could make him gasp. Milo’s eyes were closed, his mouth open in a prayer as he twisted and turned in our hold, both simultaneously trying to seek out more pleasure while shying away from the shivers that ran through his body. “We might need to move this along,” Malcolm pointed out. Milo wasn’t going to last if we kept this up. And as much as I enjoyed seeing Malcolm tease Milo’s cock in his soft palms, I wanted a bit more myself. [[Suck him|suck him m/m poly]] [[Make him pleasure you and Malcolm watch]]“This is very kind of you, Milo,” I told him, my clothes falling to the ground. I knelt down in front of him, brushing my chest against his own. The satin of the ribbon was cool to the touch, sending small shivers across my spine. “Just look at you. All wrapped up like a gift for me. You did such a good job thinking about what I would like. How we could spend time together.” I reached out again, carding my fingers through his hair. He leaned into my touch, nuzzling against the palm of my hand. “Didn’t he do good, Malcolm?” Malcolm shifted in his seat, leaning forward a bit. He wasn’t the only one being affected by the display in front of us. “You should have heard him, Lamplight. He wanted to be so good for you. Asked me to help him. Said please and everything.” I smiled, keeping my hands running across his skin. Touches light and sweet. “I love you like this,” I whispered. “Soft. Pliant. So very sweet. Do you want to be sweet for me, Milo?” My fingers started trailing down his chest, brushing against the hard points of his nipples before teasing just above his cock. “Do you want to be good for me like Malcolm said?” He swallowed thickly. “Uh huh.” “How good?” “I’ll do whatever you want,” Milo said. “Whatever you need. I want to give myself to you. I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He gasped as I encircled his cock, stroking him softly. “You were gone too long.” “Won’t do that again,” he gasped, arching his hips upwards. “Fuck. $name, please…” Malcolm stood then, walking to us and coming to press himself against my back. I gasped at the feel of his clothes against my bare skin. His palm came around to rest low on his belly as he looked over at Milo. “Milo,” he admonished. “This is for $name, remember? You don’t get to decide what happens here. Now, be good and apologize, please.” Milo swallowed, clearly distraught, but more so at the idea that he had disappointed me somehow. “I’m sorry,” he said, licking his lips. Leaning forward, I kissed him softly. “You are forgiven.” Malcolm and I took turns then, running our hands over him, discovering all the ways in which we could make him gasp. Milo’s eyes were closed, his mouth open in a prayer as he twisted and turned in our hold, both simultaneously trying to seek out more pleasure while shying away from the shivers that ran through his body. “We might need to move this along,” Malcolm pointed out. Milo wasn’t going to last if we kept this up. And as much as I enjoyed seeing Malcolm tease Milo’s cock in his soft palms, I wanted a bit more myself. [[Suck him|suck him m/m poly]] [[Make him pleasure you and Malcolm watch]] Taking pity on Milo, I worked my way down to his cock, watching his eyes followed me, hopefully. Malcolm positioned himself behind him, wrapping his arms around Milo’s chest to keep him still. With the tip of my tongue, I licked one long stripe against his slit, hearing his garbled words of pleasure as I did so. Then, when he calmed enough to look at me again, I swallowed him with one, quick move. He jerked in Malcolm’s hold, hips bucking forward, but Mal held him fast. “Easy, Button,” Malcolm breathed hotly in his ear. “You haven’t been given permission to participate yet. Let $name have some fun.” “Fuck!” Milo cried out. “Fuck, $name, baby, so good. So fuckin’ good at this. Throat is so fuckin’ tight. I–” I began sucking him in earnest, bobbing my head up and down and running my tongue along the underside. He hit the back of my throat twice, his words falling short as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was trying his best to break from Malcolm’s hold but Malcolm had his mouth on Milo’s neck and was sucking a bruise into the delicate flesh. It sent Milo in a frenzy, his thighs bunching and muscles shaking as the two of us had our way with him. The feeling of the satin ribbon tickled my nose on each down press. Milo was thick and heavy in my mouth and I could feel my own pleasure building to an almost unbearable point. Malcolm seemed to sense this and before I could say anything, he reached forward to press his fingers between my legs. <<if $sex == "female">> He dipped one finger into my wet heat, slowing pumping it in and out of my cunt. I cried out around Milo’s cock, scrambling forward a bit so I could fuck myself on Malcolm’s palm. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> He dipped one finger into my wet heat, slowing pumping it in and out of my cunt. I cried out around Milo’s cock, scrambling forward a bit so I could fuck myself on Malcolm’s palm. <<elseif $sex == "male">> His long fingers wrapped around my own erection, gripping me in a slick grip. I didn’t know when he had wet his palm but it felt cool as it slid across my cock, his thumb coming to swipe across the head. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> His hand cupped me between my legs, rubbing against my sex with increasing pressure. His hand was slicked up with something cool and wet, causing him to glide against me as he encouraged me to fuck his hand. <</if>> Pulling off Milo with a loud pop, I let out my own groan of pleasure. Milo looked down, seeing what Malcolm was doing and I watched as his eyes darkened, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “Mal,” I gasped. The man was still clothed, doing what he always did when Milo and I were together. It was rare for Malcolm to ever be fully in the mood for sex. But, he liked to play and Milo and I were his favorite toys. “Mal, fuck,” Milo gasped. “Keep going. I want to see ?them cum on you.” “Not about you,” Malcolm chided. I swirled my hips, grinding against Malcolm’s hold. I needed more. Both Milo and I did. <<if $sex == "female">>Pushing Milo so he laid on his back, I heard him groan in relief as the pressure was finally taken off his knees. Malcolm helped him shift so he didn’t lie fully on his hands. There was a glazed look in his eyes, unaware of what was coming next, and high off the pleasure of being completely under someone elses control. Slowly, I crawled up his body until my thighs bracketed either side of his head. “You watching Malcolm?” Malcolm was sitting back on his haunches, his chest rising a falling with shallow breaths. “Wasn’t planning on closing my eyes,” he said. “Don’t,” I grinned. Then, turning to Milo, I dipped my thumb in his mouth, letting him suck the tip of it for one long moment. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I pulled my hand away and lowered myself onto his mouth. If there was one thing Milo was good at, it was using his tongue. He wasted no time as he licked across my center, flattening his tongue against the bundle of nerves pulsing between my legs. He squirmed against me, desperately wishing to hold onto my thighs. I could feel his frustration and his desperate need to feel more of me. It only served to heighten my own pleasure. Looking up and Malcolm, I watched as he pressed his hand between his legs, rubbing himself through his pants. The sight of it made my body clench, the heat growing with each desperate pant I heard come from him. Slowly, I began to grind myself against Milo, using him for my pleasure. I let out a long groan, rocking myself back and forth, the bridge of his nose hitting my pubic bone. Milo’s tongue was wet, swirling against me as he made hungry little sounds. He arched up, pressing his face against me until I was slipping against him. Fisting his hair, I widened my legs. I could feel my own pleasure building with each bump of his chin. Wet sounds emitted from his mouth as he sucked me, his eyes fluttering in pleasure as he licked me hard. With each pass of his tongue, I could feel the slick heat dripping onto his chin, soaking the stubble he was now sporting. It spurred me on more. I wanted this man to consume me. I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me as I burst with pleasure. “That’s it’s, Lamplight,” Malcolm said. “Keep going. Take what you need from him.” The heat of Malcolm’s words built and built, coiling against my spine as I squirmed against Milo’s face. I wanted to cum. I wanted to see Malcolm slowly work his pants down his hips and I wanted both Milo and I to be writhing messes on the floor. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Pushing Milo so he laid on his back, I heard him groan in relief as the pressure was finally taken off his knees. Malcolm helped him shift so he didn’t lie fully on his hands. There was a glazed look in his eyes, unaware of what was coming next, and high off the pleasure of being completely under someone elses control. Slowly, I crawled up his body until my thighs bracketed either side of his head. “You watching Malcolm?” Malcolm was sitting back on his haunches, his chest rising a falling with shallow breaths. “Wasn’t planning on closing my eyes,” he said. “Don’t,” I grinned. Then, turning to Milo, I dipped my thumb in his mouth, letting him suck the tip of it for one long moment. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I pulled my hand away and lowered myself onto his mouth. If there was one thing Milo was good at, it was using his tongue. He wasted no time as he licked across my center, flattening his tongue against the bundle of nerves pulsing between my legs. He squirmed against me, desperately wishing to hold onto my thighs. I could feel his frustration and his desperate need to feel more of me. It only served to heighten my own pleasure. Looking up and Malcolm, I watched as he pressed his hand between his legs, rubbing himself through his pants. The sight of it made my body clench, the heat growing with each desperate pant I heard come from him. Slowly, I began to grind myself against Milo, using him for my pleasure. I let out a long groan, rocking myself back and forth, the bridge of his nose hitting my pubic bone. Milo’s tongue was wet, swirling against me as he made hungry little sounds. He arched up, pressing his face against me until I was slipping against him. Fisting his hair, I widened my legs. I could feel my own pleasure building with each bump of his chin. Wet sounds emitted from his mouth as he sucked me, his eyes fluttering in pleasure as he licked me hard. With each pass of his tongue, I could feel the slick heat dripping onto his chin, soaking the stubble he was now sporting. It spurred me on more. I wanted this man to consume me. I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me as I burst with pleasure. “That’s it’s, Lamplight,” Malcolm said. “Keep going. Take what you need from him.” The heat of Malcolm’s words built and built, coiling against my spine as I squirmed against Milo’s face. I wanted to cum. I wanted to see Malcolm slowly work his pants down his hips and I wanted both Milo and I to be writhing messes on the floor. <<elseif $sex == "male">> Standing in front of Milo, I caressed his sweaty face, feeling the way he leaned into the touch. “You watching Malcolm?” Malcolm was sitting back on his haunches, his chest rising a falling with shallow breaths. “Wasn’t planning on closing my eyes,” he said. “Don’t,” I grinned. Then, turning to Milo, I dipped my thumb in his mouth, letting him suck the tip of it for one long moment. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Before he could respond, I pulled my hand back to grab the base of my own cock. Stepping close, I pushed myself past his lips, groaning as Malcolm cupped the back of Milo’s head to guide him closer. I widened my stance, head falling back as I slid over Milo’s tongue. His mouth was wet and hot and felt amazing around me. His tongue flattened, licking at the underside of my cock, slurping sounds echoing around the two of us. I had been hard the second I saw him tied up like this, and with each push of my dick inside his mouth, I felt my orgasm fast approaching. “That’s it, Lamplight,” Malcolm encouraged. “A little more. He can take it.” Malcolm still had one had cupping the back of Milo’s skull, while his other reached around to gasp his throat, feeling the way I fucked his boyfriends mouth. Milo was gagging between us, eyes watering with the sensation. But I could feel him hard against my leg. Reaching down, I cupped my own balls, rolling them in my palm and bouncing them off his chin. Milo whimpered slightly with the shame of it. Desperately wanting more as I used his mouth for my own pleasure. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Standing in front of Milo, I caressed his sweaty face, feeling the way he leaned into the touch. “You watching Malcolm?” Malcolm was sitting back on his haunches, his chest rising a falling with shallow breaths. “Wasn’t planning on closing my eyes,” he said. “Don’t,” I grinned. Then, turning to Milo, I dipped my thumb in his mouth, letting him suck the tip of it for one long moment. “Do a good job, and I’ll untie you,” I told him. Stepping close, I pushed myself against his lips, groaning as Malcolm cupped the back of Milo’s head to guide him closer. Milo went for my dick, licking at the nub and sucking sharply at the nerve endings. His mouth was wet and hot and felt amazing around me as he practically buried himself between my legs. Malcolm helped him, keeping a steady pressure on the back of his head, whispering gentle instruction on how best to please me. His tongue flattened out then, pressing against me in rhythmic pulses, while slurping sounds echoed around us. I had been hard the second I saw him tied up like this, and with each push of my dick inside his mouth, I felt my orgasm fast approaching. “That’s it, Lamplight. Grind yourself against him. Milo, tilt your chin up. Just like I taught you.” Both of us fell victim to Malcolm’s words, following his instructions. <</if>> <<if $praise == "true">> “There you go,” I whispered to Milo. “So good for me. You are so fucking good for me, Milo.” He gasped against me, his hips bucking behind me.<</if>> <<if $sex == "female">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my body tensing up. As his tongue slipped inside me, I arched my back, feeling my orgasm race up my spine, threatening to spill all over him. Quickly, I climbed off him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him, Malcolm helping me as I fumbled with the restraints. Milo’s own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <<elseif $sex == "transf">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my body tensing up. As his tongue slipped inside me, I arched my back, feeling my orgasm race up my spine, threatening to spill all over him. Quickly, I climbed off him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him, Malcolm helping me as I fumbled with the restraints. Milo’s own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <<elseif $sex == "male">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my balls drawing tight to my body. Quickly, I climbed off him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him, Malcolm helping me as I fumbled with the restraints. Milo’s own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>Reaching down, I cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes up. They were glassy, and his face was flushed. He renewed his efforts as he saw the look in my eyes. My thighs were shaking, and I could feel my body tensing up. Quickly, I climbed off him, leaving him panting and groaning at the loss. My fingers scrambled against the bonds as I untied him, Malcolm helping me as I fumbled with the restraints. Milo’s own body shuddered as I pulled the satin that had been wrapped around the base of his dick. Part of me wondered if it was intended to keep his own orgasm away. <</if>> [[I want Milo to top]] [[I want Milo to bottom]] <<if $sex == "female">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. We didn’t speak as he settled on top of me. His fingers reached down between my legs, swirling against my clit gently. Beside us, Malcolm laid down on his side, stretching his body so it was pressed to me, his fingers coming to take my jaw so he could place a kiss on my lips. Little pinpricks of pleasured dotted across my skin as Milo rolled my clit between his fingers. Malcolm’s tongue plunged into my mouth, seeking out each corner as he hungrily explored. Only after they had me squirming against Milo’s hand, did he slip two of his fingers inside me. I could feel his signet ring, cold and hard right at my entrance as he stretched me wide. I mewled against Malcolm with each thrust, letting him swallow my pleasure. Milo took his time, bringing me to the brink over and over, pulling away just before I could tip over the edge. “?They’re ready, Milo,” Malcolm breathed. He traced his fingers down my body, reaching out to take Milo’s cock in hand and line it up against me. When Milo pushed inside me, we both groaned. He shivered above me, head bowed, as he tried not to give into the urge to rut up against me. Malcolm still encircled him at the base, his thumb sinking down to play with me. “Take it slow,” Malcolm instructed. “Let ?them feel you.” Milo nodded, trying to focus on the worlds. “You feel so good,” he murmured to me. He pulled himself out, leaving just the head of his cock inside, before pushing back in with a loud moan. “Fuck, $name. You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. Malcolm moved behind me then, wrapping his arms around me tight as Milo fucked me against him. I could feel the damp heat between Malcolm’s legs as they bracketed my backside. I ground myself against him, wishing to give him just as much pleasure as we were receiving. Malcolm stopped me though, reaching between my legs to play with my clit a bit more, while simultaneously scratching his nails down Milo’s side. Milo pulled away from me. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin. Malcolm held us through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. We didn’t speak as he settled on top of me. His fingers reached down between my legs, swirling against my dick. Beside us, Malcolm laid down on his side, stretching his body so it was pressed to me, his fingers coming to take my jaw so he could place a kiss on my lips. Little pinpricks of pleasured dotted across my skin as Milo rolled pressed his fingers between my legs. Malcolm’s tongue plunged into my mouth, seeking out each corner as he hungrily explored. Only after they had me squirming against Milo’s hand, did he slip two of his fingers inside me. I could feel his signet ring, cold and hard right at my entrance as he stretched me wide. I groaned against Malcolm with each thrust, letting him swallow my pleasure. Milo took his time, bringing me to the brink over and over, pulling away just before I could tip over the edge. “?They’re ready, Milo,” Malcolm breathed. He traced his fingers down my body, reaching out to take Milo’s cock in hand and line it up against me. When Milo pushed inside me, we both groaned. He shivered above me, head bowed, as he tried not to give into the urge to rut up against me. Malcolm still encircled him at the base, his thumb sinking down to play with me. “Take it slow,” Malcolm instructed. “Let ?them feel you.” Milo nodded, trying to focus on the worlds. “You feel so good,” he murmured to me. He pulled himself out, leaving just the head of his cock inside, before pushing back in with a loud moan. “Fuck, $name. You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. Malcolm moved behind me then, wrapping his arms around me tight as Milo fucked me against him. I could feel the damp heat between Malcolm’s legs as they bracketed my backside. I ground myself against him, wishing to give him just as much pleasure as we were receiving. Malcolm stopped me though, reaching between my legs to play with my sex a bit more, while simultaneously scratching his nails down Milo’s side. Milo pulled away from me. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin. Malcolm held us through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "male">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. Next to us, Malcolm was capping a bottle, tossing it aside before settling at my side. I arched my back as I felt a wet finger swirl against my hole. Milo leaned down to kiss me as Malcolm began to prepare me. Slipping a finger inside, he pushed and stretched me, fucking me slowly while Milo cupped my face between his palms and fucked my mouth with his tongue. I felt myself stretch, my back arching as my own cock hit against my belly. When Malcolm added another finger, tapping against the bundle of nerves inside me, I felt my vision go white. “You feel so good,” Milo murmured. Malcolm pulled his hand free then, tapping Milo on the hip. He helped the man position himself over me, holding Milo’s cock as he lined it up with my hole. As Milo pushed my legs upwards, Malcolm pushed on Milo’s back, pushing his cock inside me. “Fuck, $name,” Milo hissed. “You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. Malcolm moved behind me then, wrapping his arms around me tight as Milo fucked me against him. I could feel the damp heat between Malcolm’s legs as they bracketed my backside. I ground myself against him, wishing to give him just as much pleasure as we were receiving. Malcolm stopped me though, reaching between my legs to begin pumping his my cock through his fist. Milo pulled away from me. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin. Malcolm held us through each shudder. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Laying back on the bed, I pulled Milo over me. There was something so beautiful about this man when he was like this. Gentle and sweet. This was the Milo I knew was rarely seen. The man that had been told this was a weakness and who hid that away. Until I came in his life, that is. Next to us, Malcolm was capping a bottle, tossing it aside before settling at my side. I arched my back as I felt a wet finger swirl against my hole. Milo leaned down to kiss me as Malcolm began to prepare me. Slipping a finger inside, he pushed and stretched me, fucking me slowly while Milo cupped my face between his palms and fucked my mouth with his tongue. I felt myself stretch, my back arching as my own cock hit against my belly. When Malcolm added another finger, tapping against the bundle of nerves inside me, I felt my vision go white. “You feel so good,” Milo murmured. Malcolm pulled his hand free then, tapping Milo on the hip. He helped the man position himself over me, holding Milo’s cock as he lined it up with my hole. As Milo pushed my legs upwards, Malcolm pushed on Milo’s back, pushing his cock inside me. “Fuck, $name,” Milo hissed. “You feel… I missed this. I needed this. So fuckin’ perfect. Made for me. You have no idea. You–” His babbling was cut off as I arched up, kissing him soundly. He responded in kind, our bodies moving together in synchrony. I could feel the corded muscles of his back as he dipped his hips against my own. Sweat was gathering on both of our brows, our kisses becoming nothing more than open mouth gasps. I could feel my orgasm teetering against me. Burning in the core of my belly and causing my body to tighten with need. Malcolm moved behind me then, wrapping his arms around me tight as Milo fucked me against him. I could feel the damp heat between Malcolm’s legs as they bracketed my backside. I ground myself against him, wishing to give him just as much pleasure as we were receiving. Malcolm stopped me though, reaching between my legs to flatten his hand against me, rubbing me until I saw stars. Milo pulled away from me. “Fuck, $name. I’m not gonna…” “Do it,” I told him. “Please.” He came then. With three quick snaps of his hips, he came inside me, crying out into my neck. My own orgasm quickly followed as I tumbled over the edge, clinging to his sweaty skin. Malcolm held us through each shudder. <</if>> I didn’t know how long we lay there. The two of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Milo had taken a blanket and thrown it over us haphazardly to where it barely even covered our hips. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, he was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. “Did you like your present?” he grinned. I didn’t know how long we lay there. The three of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Malcolm had taken a blanket and thrown it over us, making sure we were mostly covered. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, Milo was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. Malcolm laid on my other side, watching the two of us carefully “Did you like your present?” Milo grinned. [[Best present ever|mm poly best present]] [[Could have been better|m/m could have been better]] [[Might need another present|m/m Might need another present]]<<if $sex == "female">> I flipped Milo over then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pushed him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him. His hands immediately went to my hips, legs spreading slightly. I dragged myself over his cock, feeling the tip of it catch against my clit. He bucked up against me, his eyes dark as he looked down to where I hovered above him. He licked his lips, eyes wide. “I want to watch,” he whispered. I knew he did. He had a kink for watching the way he sunk into my body. Malcolm knew it to, coming up behind us to straddle Milo’s knees as he held me by the hips. I groaned loudly at the feel of his bare skin, his shirt finally discarded somewhere in the room. Leaning back against Malcolm, I sighed in pleasure as he dipped his fingers down, swirling it across my clit. “Do it,” he told me. Ever so slowly, I lowered myself down onto Milo. Inch by inch, we watched his cock disappear until I was seated with him fully sheathed inside. He grunted loudly, eyes rolling back in his head. “Feel so good,” Milo murmured. “Fuck, $name. I missed this. Missed the feel of you around me. Missed watching you bounce on my lap.” Bracing my hands on his chest, I sunk my nails into the pale skin as I pushed myself upwards again. I felt the way he stretched me, filling up every inch of me. Behind me, Malcolm gripped me tight, pulling me off Milo and causing me to hover just over him. He rocked me back and forth, having both Milo and I whimpering before he pushed me back down again. I twisted my hips, grinding my clit against Milo as fire licked up my spine. His thighs were slick with my own juices, and I was sure his fingers would leave bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care, though. As I began to rise and fall against him, Milo grabbed me, trying to move us faster. Have me fuck him harder. It was Mal who slapped his hands away, giving Milo a warning look. “Fuck, Mal. Knock it off. I can’t fucking–” he was cut off with a groan as Malcolm reached down and slid a finger inside Milo’s ass, pushing past the tight pucker with little more than spit for lube. “Take what you’re given, Milo,” Malcolm told him. “And be grateful.” He nodded his head, cheeks flushed and hips stuttering against my own. I felt beyond words at this point. Feeling the tight stretching and burn of him inside me. Knowing that Malcolm was inside him. “$name, please,” Milo gasped. “Need you. Please. Just a bit more, baby. Just a– fuck!” I began to bounce on him in earnest, rising and falling with harsh little slaps until he was arching off the bed, teeth gritted together. He yelped as Malcolm found his prostate, tapping against it in time to my hips. I felt my orgasm begin to build. A hot lick of fire at the base of my spine that curled around me. My thighs began to tighten and my stomach curl at the need for release. When Milo’s back arched, and he let out a sharp moan, I felt him pulse inside me. It was all I needed to follow him over the edge. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> I flipped Milo over then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pushed him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him. His hands immediately went to my hips, legs spreading slightly. I dragged myself over his cock, feeling the tip of it catch against my clit. He bucked up against me, his eyes dark as he looked down to where I hovered above him. He licked his lips, eyes wide. “I want to watch,” he whispered. I knew he did. He had a kink for watching the way he sunk into my body. Malcolm knew it to, coming up behind us to straddle Milo’s knees as he held me by the hips. I groaned loudly at the feel of his bare skin, his shirt finally discarded somewhere in the room. Leaning back against Malcolm, I sighed in pleasure as he dipped his fingers down, swirling it across my clit. “Do it,” he told me. Ever so slowly, I lowered myself down onto Milo. Inch by inch, we watched his cock disappear until I was seated with him fully sheathed inside. He grunted loudly, eyes rolling back in his head. “Feel so good,” Milo murmured. “Fuck, $name. I missed this. Missed the feel of you around me. Missed watching you bounce on my lap.” Bracing my hands on his chest, I sunk my nails into the pale skin as I pushed myself upwards again. I felt the way he stretched me, filling up every inch of me. Behind me, Malcolm gripped me tight, pulling me off Milo and causing me to hover just over him. He rocked me back and forth, having both Milo and I whimpering before he pushed me back down again. I twisted my hips, grinding my clit against Milo as fire licked up my spine. His thighs were slick with my own juices, and I was sure his fingers would leave bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care, though. As I began to rise and fall against him, Milo grabbed me, trying to move us faster. Have me fuck him harder. It was Mal who slapped his hands away, giving Milo a warning look. “Fuck, Mal. Knock it off. I can’t fucking–” he was cut off with a groan as Malcolm reached down and slid a finger inside Milo’s ass, pushing past the tight pucker with little more than spit for lube. “Take what you’re given, Milo,” Malcolm told him. “And be grateful.” He nodded his head, cheeks flushed and hips stuttering against my own. I felt beyond words at this point. Feeling the tight stretching and burn of him inside me. Knowing that Malcolm was inside him. “$name, please,” Milo gasped. “Need you. Please. Just a bit more, baby. Just a– fuck!” I began to bounce on him in earnest, rising and falling with harsh little slaps until he was arching off the bed, teeth gritted together. He yelped as Malcolm found his prostate, tapping against it in time to my hips. I felt my orgasm begin to build. A hot lick of fire at the base of my spine that curled around me. My thighs began to tighten and my stomach curl at the need for release. When Milo’s back arched, and he let out a sharp moan, I felt him pulse inside me. It was all I needed to follow him over the edge. <<elseif $sex == "male">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shoved him down onto the bed face first before crawling on top of him. I stopped, looking over my shoulder at Malcolm. “Did you prepare him already?” Pulling his shirt over his head, Malcolm tossed it to the side. “I told you. I had some fun with him earlier.” Milo’s hole was slick and stretched and I shuddered to think of what Malcolm did to his body to get him ready for me. Reaching around, I placed my hand in front of Milo’s face. “Spit,” I told him. He did, licking the flat of my palm and getting me nice and wet. I took it, spreading it over my cock, knowing that it wasn’t going to be enough but not being able to wait. I just had to hope that Milo did a thorough job. I sank into him with a groan. Grabbing at his hips, I pulled him back against me, watching as he scrambled to get on his knees. With my head bowed, I panted against his back, giving him time to adjust and rolling my hips against him. “Move,” Milo grunted. Malcolm rounded on him then, coming to kneel in front of him. “You don’t get to make demands, Button, remember?” His tone was gentle but I could see the steel behind his eyes. “You wanted this to be about $name. That means, all you need to do, is sit and let them fuck you. Can you do that for us?” Milo shivered. He liked it when we got like this. Using him for our pleasure. Bowing his head, he nodded, panting as Malcolm ran his fingers through his hair. “Good,” he whispered. It was all I needed. Pulling out, I watched my cock come away shiny and slick before I pushed it back in with one swift movement, bottoming out. Milo cried out then, his free hand reaching between his legs. Malcolm knocked it away before he could gain purchase. I began fucking Milo in earnest then, my hips slapping against his backside, seeking out every breathy moan. Malcolm sat crossed legged before us, watching the two of us while occasionally reaching down to stroke Milo’s cock or give him a finger to suck on. The smell of sex was thick and heady in the air and he was tight enough that I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. By the gods, did I want too, though. He jerked his hips backwards, meeting each of my thrusts, until I was seeing stars. “$name, please,” he said. “Please. Fuck. Just a bit more, baby. I need you. Please, just– fuck!” I slammed into him, my balls drawing up tight. It wouldn’t be long now. I thrust into him, feeling his ass cling to me. Pulling him upwards, I slid my hands up his chest, one hand coming to curl around his neck as I fucked up into him. Malcolm lurched forward then, roughing jerking Milo off in his hand while he arched upwards to capture my mouth with a searing kiss. Milo came with a shout, coating his chest and Malcolms hand with his release. Two thrusts later, I followed. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>I flipped him then. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I shoved him down onto the bed face first before crawling on top of him. I stopped, looking over my shoulder at Malcolm. “Did you prepare him already?” Pulling his shirt over his head, Malcolm tossed it to the side. “I told you. I had some fun with him earlier.” Milo’s hole was slick and stretched and I shuddered to think of what Malcolm did to his body to get him ready for me. There was a strap on nearby. Because of course Milo had thought of everything. The click of the belt as I cinched it to me sent a shiver rolling down my spine. When I was ready, I laid myself against his slick back, dragging a kiss across his shoulders. Reaching around, I placed my hand in front of his face. “Spit,” I told him. He did, licking the flat of my palm and getting me nice and wet. I took it, spreading it over my cock, knowing that it wasn’t going to be enough but not being able to wait. I just had to hope that Milo did a thorough job. I sank into him with a groan. Grabbing at his hips, I pulled him back against me, watching as he scrambled to get on his knees. With my head bowed, I panted against his back, giving him time to adjust and rolling my hips against him. “Move,” Milo grunted. Malcolm rounded on him then, coming to kneel in front of him. “You don’t get to make demands, Button, remember?” His tone was gentle but I could see the steel behind his eyes. “You wanted this to be about $name. That means, all you need to do, is sit and let them fuck you. Can you do that for us?” Milo shivered. He liked it when we got like this. Using him for our pleasure. Bowing his head, he nodded, panting as Malcolm ran his fingers through his hair. “Good,” he whispered. It was all I needed. Pulling out, I watched my cock come away shiny and slick before I pushed it back in with one swift movement, bottoming out. Milo cried out then, his free hand reaching between his legs. Malcolm knocked it away before he could gain purchase. I began fucking Milo in earnest then, my hips slapping against his backside, seeking out every breathy moan. Malcolm sat crossed legged before us, watching the two of us while occasionally reaching down to stroke Milo’s cock or give him a finger to suck on. The smell of sex was thick and heady in the air and he was tight enough that I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. By the gods, did I want too, though. He jerked his hips backwards, meeting each of my thrusts, until I was seeing stars. “$name, please,” he said. “Please. Fuck. Just a bit more, baby. I need you. Please, just– fuck!” I slammed into him, my balls drawing up tight. It wouldn’t be long now. I thrust into him, feeling his ass cling to me. Pulling him upwards, I slid my hands up his chest, one hand coming to curl around his neck as I fucked up into him. Malcolm lurched forward then, roughing jerking Milo off in his hand while he arched upwards to capture my mouth with a searing kiss. Milo came with a shout, coating his chest and Malcolm's hand with his release. Two thrusts later, I followed.<</if>> I didn’t know how long we lay there. The three of us. Sticky and slightly cold. Malcolm had taken a blanket and thrown it over us, making sure we were mostly covered. When I finally had enough sense to open my eyes, Milo was still lying beside me, his arms curled completely around me. Malcolm laid on my other side, watching the two of us carefully “Did you like your present?” Milo grinned. [[Best present ever|mm poly best present]] [[Could have been better|m/m could have been better]] [[Might need another present|m/m Might need another present]] “Best present ever,” I murmured to him. He looked delighted at the praise, grabbing me into his arms and nuzzling into my neck. There was less urgency to him now. Less of that manic desire. Now, he was soft and sweet, laying kisses across my body and mapping out each mole and scar. “Want a round two tomorrow?” he asked. Because of course he was insatiable. “You sound exhausted, Milo. You should just sleep tomorrow.” “Sleep is overrated.” “Calm it down, Button,” Malcolm said, dragging the man back down. Malcolm began arranging the two of us in the pile of messy blankets, swatting away Milo’s protests. I thought when he disappeared to go get a rag from the bathroom, Milo would jump up. It was a true testament to his exhaustion that he only grumbled in protest. Malcolm came back in, quickly cleaning the two of us off before climbing into bed with us. I turned to look at him, kissing him softly. “Did you want anything tonight?” He shook his head. “I’m good. Might tomorrow though. You know how it is.” Malcolm had an odd relationship with sex. It was something both Milo and I were careful about. He was far happier when he was in control. But sometimes, when he was still tired in the morning, he let go enough to allow Milo and I to take care of him. “Mal,” Milo yawned. “If you want, I can always leave in the morning so it’s just you and $name.” Mal shook his head, but there was a small smile on his lips at the consideration. “It’s okay, Button. I want you here too. Just liked watching you two tonight.” “You did far more than watch,” I pointed out. Milo gave a bone cracking yawn, curling one arm under the pillow. “I had more plans tonight,” he said. “A lot more plans. Give me ten minutes and I’ll show you. “Ten minutes,” I agreed. But I knew better. I’d let him sleep until morning where we could both wake up together in the early quiet of a new day. “Rest now, Milo,” I told him. He was snoring before I could even finish my sentence. Malcolm curled the two of us down, he plastered himself to my back, flinging an arm around both Milo and I. “Get some sleep you two,” he whispered. And while I didn’t fall asleep right away, I laid, curled against my lovers, content with listening to them breathe. I shrugged in indifference. “It could have been better.” I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at the shock on his face. He reached down, pinching my hip, his fingers tickling across my sides. “I was trussed up like a pig for you,” he said. “That isn’t as sexy when you say it like that. Though, I did like the way you squealed.” He rolled on top of me, his own grin spreading across his face. “My knees are going to pop for a week.” “I wasn’t the one who decided to get tied up an hour before I was supposed to be here.” “That was Malcolm’s idea,” he protested. I turned, eyeing Malcolm as he came out of the bathroom, a wet rag in hand. “What?” he shrugged. “He looks good like that. He’s just lucky I didn’t gag him.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around Milo’s neck. His hair fell in little curls around his eyes, his gaze amber to match the lights near our home. “Thank you for my present,” I whispered to him, feeling my body grow tired. Malcolm cleaned the two of us up, gently wiping sweat and other fluids from our skin. I turned to look at him, kissing him softly. “Did you want anything tonight?” He shook his head. “I’m good. Might tomorrow though. You know how it is.” Malcolm had an odd relationship with sex. It was something both Milo and I was careful about. He was far happier when he was in control. But sometimes, when he was still tired in the morning, he let go enough to allow Milo and I to take care of him. “Mal,” Milo yawned. “If you want, I can always leave in the morning so it’s just you and $name.” Mal shook his head, but there was a small smile on his lips at the consideration. “It’s okay, Button. I want you here two. Just liked watching you two tonight.” “You did far more than watch,” I pointed out. Milo gave a bone cracking yawn, curling one arm under the pillow. “I had more plans tonight,” he said. “A lot more plans. Give me ten minutes and I’ll show you. “Ten minutes,” I agreed. But I knew better. I’d let him sleep until morning where we could both wake up together in the early quiet of a new day. “Rest now, Milo,” I told him. He was snoring before I could even finish my sentence. Malcolm curled the two of us down, he plastered himself to my back, flinging an arm around both Milo and I. “Get some sleep you two,” he whispered. And while I didn’t fall asleep right away, I laid, curled against my lovers, content with listening to them breathe. “I might need another present,” I told him. “You know, I have nothing to compare it to and might need another one just to make sure.” “Oh, I can arrange that,” he grinned. “I’ve got plenty of more ribbon. And chocolate sauce around her somewhere. Just give me ten minutes and–” he made to move away, flinging the covers from me. “Calm it down, Button,” Malcolm said, dragging the man back down. Malcolm began arranging the two of us in the pile of messy blankets, swatting away Milo’s protests. I thought when he disappeared to go get a rag from the bathroom, Milo would jump up. It was a true testament to his exhaustion the he only grumbled in protest. Malcolm came back in, quickly cleaning the two of us off before climbing into bed with us. I turned to look at him, kissing him softly. “Did you want anything tonight?” He shook his head. “I’m good. Might tomorrow though. You know how it is.” Malcolm had an odd relationship with sex. It was something both Milo and I was careful about. He was far happier when he was in control. But sometimes, when he was still tired in the morning, he let go enough to allow Milo and I to take care of him. “Mal,” Milo yawned. “If you want, I can always leave in the morning so it’s just you and $name.” Mal shook his head, but there was a small smile on his lips at the consideration. “It’s okay, Button. I want you here two. Just liked watching you two tonight.” “You did far more than watch,” I pointed out. He didn’t say anything to that. Curling the two of us down, he plastered himself to my back, flinging an arm around both Milo and I. “Get some sleep you two,” he whispered. Milo was snoring, too worn out to even say goodnight. And while I didn’t fall asleep right away, I laid, curled against my lovers, content with listening to them breathe. The three-tiered-fountain splashed pleasantly as I passed it. Small koi had taken up residence in the bottom basin, their golden tails flicking at the waters surface as they demanded food. Most days, I would find several market goers sitting at the basin's edge, feeding the fish from their own hands. Due to this, the koi were far larger than they should have been and particularly mean to anyone that didn’t stop to say hi. Individuals had been known to be splashed if they did not pay their respects to the fish. “Hey, Bernie. Nadine. Looking good Cary.” Hazel was the one who named them all. I wasn’t sure if that truly was their name and I kind of felt like a fool for waving at the fish, but the last time I hadn’t, the one I thought was Bernie popped out of the water and spit on me. I wasn’t taking any chances now. Heading down what was once the burnt out alley, I breathed in the fresh scent of renewal. A crisp, cool air that smelled of apple blossoms and warmed cider. It was one of the prettiest times of year in the Night Market, but was also the shortest. So when Hazel had sent word this morning that she wanted to have a date, who was I to refuse? Freshening up, I had decided not to wait long, and sent a quick reply back to her, via pixie, before walking through the Market towards the apothecary. Whatever she wanted to do, I wanted to pick her up for the outing. And bring her something to eat. Maybe she was rubbing off on me. Or maybe I was feeling sentimental. But I had a basket of goodies for her, wanting to spoil her just as much as she spoiled me. [[I made her muffins]] [[I made her a pie]] [[I bought her muffins]] I had made her a batch of muffins. The first two batches I tried came out burnt and equal parts raw, but the third one was perfect. I had baked with Hazel enough that I had picked up a few tips and wanted to show her what I could do on my own. That, and the little food dance she did whenever receiving such gifts, was one of my favorites. Making it down through the alley without incident, I looked over my shoulder. I still wasn’t used to not having the lavender eyes of the deceased on me. Or feeling the smoke of the past cloy my lungs. I couldn’t say that the alley was any nicer than before, but it was not haunting. It was a win we would take until we could figure out what to do with it. As I approached the shop, basket in hand, I thought of Hazel. We still did not live together, but I either spent the night here or she found herself curled up in my bed. Nights were seldom spent apart, and last night had been the first night in a long time we had gone separate ways. She had a lot of work to do at the shop, and I was supposed to have a meeting about a new Inn at Artisan Alley. Despite only having been apart for half a day, I was eager to see her. Looking forward to the way she smiled when I walked in the room. And the way she wrapped herself around me in the sweetest and softest hug. [[I was hoping for a nice date tonight]] [[I was hoping for a steamy date tonight]] <<set $present to "muffins">> I had made her a pie. Picking the blueberries myself, I had gone home and somehow figured out how to make pie dough from scratch. It helped that I was in Kimber’s kitchen, and I was almost certain that magic coursed through the back room. But the pie came out smelling perfect, golden on top with bubbling blueberries between the slats. I had tucked it away within my basked, covering it with a tea towel, just like Hazel had taught me. Making it down through the alley without incident, I looked over my shoulder. I still wasn’t used to not having the lavender eyes of the deceased on me. Or feeling the smoke of the past cloy my lungs. I couldn’t say that the alley was any nicer than before, but it was not haunting. It was a win we would take until we could figure out what to do with it. As I approached the shop, basket in hand, I thought of Hazel. We still did not live together, but I either spent the night here or she found herself curled up in my bed. Nights were seldom spent apart, and last night had been the first night in a long time we had gone separate ways. She had a lot of work to do at the shop, and I was supposed to have a meeting about a new Inn at Artisan Alley. Despite only having been apart for half a day, I was eager to see her. Looking forward to the way she smiled when I walked in the room. And the way she wrapped herself around me in the sweetest and softest hug. [[I was hoping for a nice date tonight]] [[I was hoping for a steamy date tonight]] <<set $present to "pie">> I had bought her a basket of muffins from Kimber’s bakery, knowing that if I baked them for her, they would wind up somewhat undercooked and tasting of lentils. My cooking skills had yet to improve, and I was almost certain that I may have been cursed. She teased me once that it was why there were so many food carts within the Night Market. To compensate for my lack of skill. Making it down through the alley without incident, I looked over my shoulder. I still wasn’t used to not having the lavender eyes of the deceased on me. Or feeling the smoke of the past cloy my lungs. I couldn’t say that the alley was any nicer than before, but it was not haunting. It was a win we would take until we could figure out what to do with it. As I approached the shop, basket in hand, I thought of Hazel. We still did not live together, but I either spent the night here or she found herself curled up in my bed. Nights were seldom spent apart, and last night had been the first night in a long time we had gone separate ways. She had a lot of work to do at the shop, and I was supposed to have a meeting about a new Inn at Artisan Alley. Despite only having been apart for half a day, I was eager to see her. Looking forward to the way she smiled when I walked in the room. And the way she wrapped herself around me in the sweetest and softest hug. [[I was hoping for a nice date tonight]] [[I was hoping for a steamy date tonight]] <<set $present to "kmuffins">> Flinging open the door, she looked at me with bright eyes. There was excitement coursing through her, and she was practically rocking back and forth on her feet, ready to pounce. “Are you ready?” she asked. “Of course you’re ready. You’re here.” Rushing forward, she looped her arm in mine and started dragging me back towards the way I had just come. I had to shift my body to stop her. “I brought you some $present. Shouldn’t we put them inside first?” She stopped, glancing down at the basket. “You got these for me?” “Of course.” “That’s incredibly sweet. You didn’t need to get me anything.” Reaching into the basket, she nabbed the $present and held it in her palm. Her eyes welled up in that way they always did when she was truly appreciative of something. “I love it,” she whispered. Then, she popped it back in the basket, grabbed it from me, and waved her hand until it was gone from our sight. I only just caught sight of the basket on the front porch when she was pulling me again. “We’ll have some when we get home,” she said, practically pulling me. “I don’t want to be late.” “Late for what?” “The market.” “The entire realm is a market.” “This is a special market.” Her hand slipped down my arm until her fingers were encircled with my own. She swung our linked hands between us, the flush on her cheeks more pronounced. “It only comes once a year.” That caused my suspicions to immediately peek. “This isn’t one of those black market hex markets, is it? I told you after the last one that I didn’t know if we should be going to those anymore. I get that the prices are good, but I almost lost my eyebrows there, and you definitely got overcharged for that box of toads.” A pensive look briefly crossed Hazel’s face. “It’s such a shame they were all dead. I should have checked the box for enchantment before buying. I didn’t realize there was a toad croaker in there.” She waved it off, however. Like this was something that just sometimes happened. “But no, it’s not a black market market. It is a chicken market. Farmer Cluckadee and his Penny Hen’s are in town. I never miss it.” [[Farmer who and his Penny huhs?]] [[That swindler?]] [[I have never heard you going to this market]] The lights to the apothecary were off when I approached. Not even a candle flickered in the upper windows, signalling Hazel’s presence for the evening. It wasn’t entirely odd that she was not in her house after the apothecary closed, but I had assumed, with her invitation, that she would be nearby. Pushing through the gate, I headed towards the side garden, curious as to whether she was doing some late night weeding. But while I expected to find her head bent as she talked to the herbs and tomatoes, there was nothing. Not even a wayward tool to say she had once been there. But I did hear a low creak. It was slight at first and something in which I dismissed. The consistency of it was what ended up causing me to pause. It was slow and rhythmic with the slight hush of rustling leaves. Instantly, I knew where she was. The swing that hung over the pond was nothing more than two ropes attached to a wooden plank. It had been there for years and had been repaired several times over. The river itself was not deep and was barely a rushing trickle this time of year. Not that it mattered. Because all I saw was Hazel, pumping her brown legs back and forth, so her painted toes dipped across the surface of the river, causing small ripples to spread out to the bank. Her hair was down around her shoulders, a bow tied up on the top of her head to keep the worst of it tamed. She wore nothing. Her skin glowing in the soft light of the moon as the wisps played around her. Her full breasts hung heavy against her chest, and the curve of her belly was dotted with drops of water. She smiled at me when she saw me, her grin mischievous. “Hi,” she said simply. I swallowed thickly, walking forward. “Hi.” My feet were at the river's edge. If I reached out, I would still not be able to touch her. She was making sure to swing just out of reach. “What are you doing out here?” “Waiting for you,” she said coyly. She scooted a bit, my eyes drawing down to the apex of her thighs. The curls there were damp and glistening. I nearly walked into the water right then to get to her. “Where are your clothes?” I asked. “I lost them,” she said, grinning. “So you decided to sit and swing?” Leaning back, she arched her body, the curves of it deliciously on display. <<if $sex == "male">>I felt myself growing hard at the sight of her. <<elseif $sex == "female">> I felt the slow burn of arousal at the sight of her. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> I felt the slow burn of arousal at the sight of her. <<elsief $sex == "transm">> I felt the slow burn of arousal at the sight of her.<</if>> “What else is a girl to do?” she giggled. Then, as she sat upright, she tipped her head towards me, looking at me with nearly black eyes. “Want to come join me?” I quickly made work on my shoes, splashing into the water with my clothes still on. This woman had an uncanny way of making it hard to think straight. Especially when she was squirming in her seat, her thick thighs clenching and unclenching as she tried to relieve her own ache. I stopped the swing when I reached her, holding onto the ropes. She widened her legs so I could rest between them, while her hands trailed down my back to squeeze me from behind. “I was wondering,” she began. “You seem awful stressed lately. What with your day to day. Would you like to have a nice, relaxing night in?” I glanced around us. The night was not too cool, the breeze giving a slight reprieve from its usual chill. “Or out,” I told her. “I always have thought this was a nice river.” “Have you? I don’t think you’ve spent ample time in it.” <<if $sex == "male">>Her hand came around to my front, slowly running across the twitching shaft hidden beneath my trousers. She squeezed, looking at me innocently. <<elseif $sex == "female">> Her hand came around to my front, slowly cupping me between my legs, rubbing her palm against me. Her eyes were wide and innocent while her fingers wickedly explored. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Her hand came around to my front, slowly cupping me between my legs, rubbing her palm against me. Her eyes were wide and innocent while her fingers wickedly explored. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Her hand came around to my front, slowly cupping me between my legs, rubbing her palm against me. Her eyes were wide and innocent while her fingers wickedly explored.<</if>> “Maybe you should get to know the river tonight a bit more. It’s very wet.” I laughed at her, my own eyes sparkling with just how terrible the line was. But that was Hazel. And for whatever reason, it was far more of a turn on than I had ever experienced before. Leaning forward, I kissed her. I captured her lips against my own, feeling the slick slide of her tongue against me. She was massaging me between my legs, her fingers expertly hitting just the right spots, until I found myself aching for her to touch me. [[Go down on her]] [[Finger her]] [[Have her finger herself]] I had to get my hands on her. Dropping to my knees, I felt the water splash around me. With the flat of my hand, I forced her thighs apart, watching as her wet lips shone darkly in the night. Lunging forward, I swiped my tongue against her slit, listening to her gasp loudly. The wind made her shiver as it blew across her, and she throbbed, gripping the swing tightly as I shoved my face between her thighs. I swirled my tongue against her, tasting the sweet warmth and letting it coat my tongue. I groaned, traveling down lower to lick at her opening. My nose bumped against the bundle of nerves, sending her squirming against my face, and I could tell it was taking everything in her not to roll her hips against me until I couldn’t breathe. Looking up at her, I grinned, lewdly licking my lips. She gave out a huffed laugh, bringing one hand down to grasp my chin, pulling me back to her. As I dove back in, she began fingering herself. The ridge of her knuckle knocking against me. Her moans were heightening and I knew I could make her cum like this. Feel the gush of her release against my lips. Kiss her and feed her, her own cum. <<if $sex == "male">>But I wanted to be inside her. More than anything I wanted to feel her fall apart while sitting on my cock. <<elseif $sex == "female">> But I wanted to be closer to her. Press against her. Roll my hips against her until she fell apart. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> But I want to be closer to her. Press against her and hold her as she fell apart against me.<<elseif $sex == "transf">> But I want to be closer to her. Press against her and hold her as she fell apart against me.<</if>> I pulled away from her, dipping my fingers between her legs. She squirmed, pressing herself close. When I pulled my fingers out, she looked as if she was about to protest, her body tightening as if she had been close. A pout appeared on her lips at the loss of contact. [[Have her taste herself|taste herself 2]] [[Suck on your fingers to taste her]] I had to get my hands on her. Feel her squeeze around me as I stretched her open. All I wanted was to see her as pleasure rolled through her. Watch the way her lips slowly parted. The way her eyes fluttered. Reaching between us, I ran my thumb across her clit. She was already slick, and I wondered if she had teased herself while she was waiting for me. If she had buried her fingers inside her and rocked on them as she whispered my name. I teased her folds, gathering moisture as I slowly circled the hard numb, then, I pushed one finger into her, watching as she arched her back and gasped. I was torn between watching the way my fingers disappeared inside of her, or leaning forward to suck on the dusky nipples that were hard and aching in front of me. “Another one,” she said eagerly, panting. I slipped another finger in, moving them back and forth to ready her. Her hips squirmed on the swings bench, her ankles wrapping around the backs of my calves for purchase. <<if $sex == "male">> As I caught sight of her puffy lips, I felt my cock twitch. I had to do something.<</if>> Sitting and watching her was maddening. Leaning forward, I caught one of her nipples in my mouth, one hand coming up to cup her full breast, my tongue flicking across her while small hiccups of pleasure escaped her. With the edge of my teeth, I scraped across her sensitive flesh, my fingers crooking upward and causing her hips to buck. “More,” she whined. My fingers were pumping in and out of her as her desperation grew, her breaths coming in ragged pants. With my other hand, I began tweaking her nipple, running my thumb across the raised peek and flicking it gently. Goosebumps rose across her as she shivered at the contact, running her fingers through my hair. I could spend all day buried between her breasts and one day, I planned to. But tonight, I had other things in mind. I pulled off of her with a wet pop, admiring the reddened flesh I had left behind. When I pulled my fingers out, she looked as if she was about to protest, her body tightening as if she had been close. A pout appeared on her lips at the loss of contact. [[Have her taste herself|taste herself 2]] [[Suck on your fingers to taste her]]“Finger yourself,” I told her. “I want to see you open yourself up.” Hazel moaned, and with her free hand, reached between us. I pulled back just a bit, pushing the swing away so I could see her tease her folds, gathering moisture as she rubbed her clit. Her head tipped back, her mouth opened in a perfect bow. And I was torn between watching her as she slipped a finger inside her, or leaning forward to suck on the dusky nipples that were hard and aching in front of me. “Another one,” I told her, panting. She slipped another finger in, moving them back and forth to ready herself for me. Her hips squirmed on the swing bench, her ankles wrapping around the backs of my calves for purchase. <<if $sex == “male”>> As I caught sight of her puffy lips, I felt my cock twitch. <</if>> I had to do something. Sitting and watching her was maddening. Leaning forward, I caught one of her nipples in my mouth, both of my hands coming up to cup each full breast. I pushed them together, flicking the bud of her breast and listening to her groan at the contact. With the edge of my teeth, I scraped across her sensitive flesh, feeling as her hand jolted inside her, causing her hips to buck. “More,” she whined. Her fingers were pumping in and out of herself in desperation, her breaths coming in ragged pants. With my other hand, I began tweaking her nipple, running my thumb across the raised peek and flicking it gently. Goosebumps rose across her as she shivered at the contact, running her fingers through my hair. I could spend all day buried between her breasts and one day, I planned to. But tonight, I had other things in mind. I pulled off of her with a wet pop, admiring the reddened flesh I had left behind. “Pull your fingers out,” I told her. She looked as if she was about to protest, her body tightening as if she had been close. But she did, a little pout on her lips at the loss of contact. [[Have her taste herself]] [[Suck on her fingers]] I grabbed her wrist, bringing her fingers up to her lips. She opened her mouth dutifully, her tongue coming out to curl around her own digits. I watched as her lips closed around her fingers and her eyes fluttered shut. A heady moan rolled through her as she laved at her own juices. All the while, she was undoing the waistband of my clothes, tugging them down my hips. They dropped in the river around my ankles. The water rushing in. <<if $sex == "male">> My cock sprang free as I rutted against her pillowy thigh, the tip of it already dark and leaking. <<elseif $sex == "female">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <<elseif $sex == "transf">>I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh, feeling myself swell with pleasure.<<elseif $sex == "transm">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <</if>> <<if $sex == "male">> Hazel yanked her fingers from her mouth, wrapping her delicate hand around my cock. I stood there as she stroked me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across my head, playing with the slit there, and one wet foot came up to rub across my balls. <<elseif $sex == "female">> Hazel yanked her fingers from her mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Hazel yanked her fingers from her mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Hazel yanked her fingers from her mouth, shoving her hand between my legs to cup me. I stood there as she massaged me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across the most sensitive part of my body, one foot coming up to caress my inner thigh.<</if>> “I want you to fuck me on this swing,” she said. Her voice was so soft. So sweet. Yet, the girl could have some of the kinkiest ideas. “Please, $name. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” “What if you fall?” I panted. It was only a halfhearted attempt. “I won’t fall.” She squeezed me roughly, wrapping her fingers around the root before pulling all the way forward. “Please,” she said again. “I want you to make love to me under the stars. Our screams can fuel the magic here. Can’t you feel it?” All I could feel right now was the way she was stroking me. Over and over until my own mind was swirling and I thought I was going to go mad. This beautiful, curvaceous girl, was sitting in front of me, fully bare, asking me to fuck her. There was no doubt in my mind what I was going to do. [[Fuck her like this on the swing]] [[Turn her around and fuck her doggy style on the swing]] [[Sit on the swing and have her bounce on your lap]] I grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to my lips and tracing the sticky pads of her fingers across them. Her pupils dilated as she watched me slowly suck on each digit, my tongue wrapping around them to lick her clean. It was then that she undid the waistband of my clothes, tugging them down past my hips. They dropped in the river around my ankles. The water rushing in. <<if $sex == "male">> My cock sprang free as I rutted against her pillowy thigh, the tip of it already dark and leaking. <<elseif $sex == "female">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <<elseif $sex == "transf">>I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh, feeling myself swell with pleasure.<<elseif $sex == "transm">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <</if>> <<if $sex == "male">> Hazel yanked her fingers from my mouth, wrapping her delicate hand around my cock. I stood there as she stroked me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across my head, playing with the slit there, and one wet foot came up to rub across my balls. <<elseif $sex == "female">> Hazel yanked her fingers from my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Hazel yanked her fingers from my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Hazel yanked her fingers from my mouth, shoving her hand between my legs to cup me. I stood there as she massaged me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across the most sensitive part of my body, one foot coming up to caress my inner thigh.<</if>> “I want you to fuck me on this swing,” she said. Her voice was so soft. So sweet. Yet, the girl could have some of the kinkiest ideas. “Please, $name. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” “What if you fall?” I panted. It was only a halfhearted attempt. “I won’t fall.” She squeezed me roughly, wrapping her fingers around the root before pulling all the way forward. “Please,” she said again. “I want you to make love to me under the stars. Our screams can fuel the magic here. Can’t you feel it?” All I could feel right now was the way she was stroking me. Over and over until my own mind was swirling and I thought I was going to go mad. This beautiful, curvaceous girl, was sitting in front of me, fully bare, asking me to fuck her. There was no doubt in my mind what I was going to do. [[Fuck her like this on the swing]] [[Turn her around and fuck her doggy style on the swing]] [[Sit on the swing and have her bounce on your lap]] I held my fingers up in front of her, the juices sticky against my skin. She opened her mouth dutifully, her tongue coming out to curl around me. I watched as her lips closed around my fingers and her eyes fluttered shut. A heady moan rolled through her as she laved at her own juices. All the while, she was undoing the waistband of my clothes, tugging them down my hips. They dropped in the river around my ankles. The water rushing in. <<if $sex == "male">> My cock sprang free as I rutted against her pillowy thigh, the tip of it already dark and leaking. <<elseif $sex == "female">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <<elseif $sex == "transf">>I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh, feeling myself swell with pleasure.<<elseif $sex == "transm">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <</if>> <<if $sex == "male">> Hazel yanked my fingers from her mouth, wrapping her delicate hand around my cock. I stood there as she stroked me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across my head, playing with the slit there, and one wet foot came up to rub across my balls. <<elseif $sex == "female">> Hazel yanked my fingers from her mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Hazel yanked my fingers from her mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Hazel yanked her fingers from my mouth, shoving her hand between my legs to cup me. I stood there as she massaged me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across the most sensitive part of my body, one foot coming up to caress my inner thigh.<</if>> “I want you to fuck me on this swing,” she said. Her voice was so soft. So sweet. Yet, the girl could have some of the kinkiest ideas. “Please, $name. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” “What if you fall?” I panted. It was only a halfhearted attempt. “I won’t fall.” She squeezed me roughly, wrapping her fingers around the root before pulling all the way forward. “Please,” she said again. “I want you to make love to me under the stars. Our screams can fuel the magic here. Can’t you feel it?” All I could feel right now was the way she was stroking me. Over and over until my own mind was swirling and I thought I was going to go mad. This beautiful, curvaceous girl, was sitting in front of me, fully bare, asking me to fuck her. There was no doubt in my mind what I was going to do. [[Fuck her like this on the swing]] [[Turn her around and fuck her doggy style on the swing]] [[Sit on the swing and have her bounce on your lap]] I brought my finger to my lips tracing the sticky pads of my fingers across them. Her pupils dilated as she watched me slowly suck each digit into my mouth, my tongue wrapping around them to lick them clean. It was then that she undid the waistband of my clothes, tugging them down past my hips. They dropped in the river around my ankles. The water rushing in. <<if $sex == "male">> My cock sprang free as I rutted against her pillowy thigh, the tip of it already dark and leaking. <<elseif $sex == "female">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <<elseif $sex == "transf">>I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh, feeling myself swell with pleasure.<<elseif $sex == "transm">> I felt a shiver run through me as the cold air caressed my bare skin. I stepped closer to her, rubbing against her pillowing thigh and feeling the heat coil at the base of my spine. <</if>> <<if $sex == "male">> Hazel yanked my fingers from my mouth, wrapping her delicate hand around my cock. I stood there as she stroked me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across my head, playing with the slit there, and one wet foot came up to rub across my balls. <<elseif $sex == "female">> Hazel yanked my fingers from my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transm">> Hazel yanked my fingers from my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me in a kiss once more. Her tongue brushed against my, the taste of her mixing between our lips. <<elseif $sex == "transf">> Hazel yanked my fingers from my mouth, shoving her hand between my legs to cup me. I stood there as she massaged me, the swing moving slightly with each jerk of her wrist. I shivered as her thumb swiped across the most sensitive part of my body, one foot coming up to caress my inner thigh.<</if>> “I want you to fuck me on this swing,” she said. Her voice was so soft. So sweet. Yet, the girl could have some of the kinkiest ideas. “Please, $name. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” “What if you fall?” I panted. It was only a halfhearted attempt. “I won’t fall.” She squeezed me roughly, wrapping her fingers around the root before pulling all the way forward. “Please,” she said again. “I want you to make love to me under the stars. Our screams can fuel the magic here. Can’t you feel it?” All I could feel right now was the way she was stroking me. Over and over until my own mind was swirling and I thought I was going to go mad. This beautiful, curvaceous girl, was sitting in front of me, fully bare, asking me to fuck her. There was no doubt in my mind what I was going to do. [[Fuck her like this on the swing]] [[Turn her around and fuck her doggy style on the swing]] [[Sit on the swing and have her bounce on your lap]] Before she could say anything, I pulled her off the swing and bent her over. She yelped in surprise as I folded her until her tummy was lying on the flat of the swing, hitching her ass in the air. Given her height, I had to pull her slightly off the ground, leaving her practically upside down on the thing. “This okay?” I asked her. She groaned in response, twisting her head so she could look at me. “Please,” she cried out. Her hips were wiggling in my hands, feet flexing as they barely touched the water below. I nodded to her. “Hold on to something,” I said. Because if she didn’t, I was afraid I was going to fuck her right off the swing. <<if $sex == "male">>I watched as she folded her arms in front of her, holding on to the opposite ropes. My cock was teasing her hole as I watched her stretch right in front of me. Slowly, I pushed in, groaning at the sight of her opening up, welcoming me into her tight heat. Beneath me, Hazel’s head dropped forward, and I could see the shiver go down her spine. Planting my feet, I pushed the rest of the way through, my thigh slapping against her ass. I twisted my hips, rolling against her and listening to her mewling cries as I hit something deep inside. My name was a prayer falling repeatedly from her lips as she tried to get me to move. To slam into her. To do anything. But I wanted to savor this moment. Look at the way she squirmed on my dick. This was for me and only me. Pulling out, I gripped her hips with bruising strength before slamming back in. Hazel’s screamed, the river rolling around us. The swing moved slightly and each time I pushed or pulled her hips, she rocked back and forth, the backwards momentum fucking her hard against me. I let out a long groan as I watched the way her ass bounced. The wet slap of her against me driving me to new heights. She was bucking and twitching beneath me, trying to gain more friction, but she never once let go of the ropes. Never once moved away. “I’m close,” she panted. “I– I can’t reach.” Her fingers were flexing on the rope, and I knew she was itching to reach down and play with herself. I renewed my efforts, angling her body so that with each swing, her clit dragged against the line of my erection. She gasped, her voice pitching louder and louder, and then I felt her clench around me. Warmth spread against me as she screamed her release, the swing violently rocking back and forth as I struggled to keep hold of her bucking body. She hung limp after that, arms down in the water, breast hanging low and nearly touching the current. I tightened my hold on her as I thrust into her three more times before I buried myself deep, feeling myself fill her and spill out around me.<<elseif $sex == "transf">>I watched as she folded her arms in front of her, holding on to the opposite ropes. I teased her hole, watching her stretch right in front of me. Slowly, I pushed in, groaning at the sight of her opening up, welcoming me into her tight heat. Beneath me, Hazel’s head dropped forward, and I could see the shiver go down her spine. Planting my feet, I pushed the rest of the way through, my thigh slapping against her ass. I twisted my hips, rolling against her and listening to her mewling cries as I hit something deep inside. My name was a prayer falling repeatedly from her lips as she tried to get me to move. To slam into her. To do anything. But I wanted to savor this moment. Look at the way she squirmed on my dick. This was for me and only me. Pulling out, I gripped her hips with bruising strength before slamming back in. Hazel’s screamed, the river rolling around us, my breasts scraping against her back. The swing moved slightly and each time I pushed or pulled her hips, she rocked back and forth, the backwards momentum fucking her hard against me. I let out a long groan as I watched the way her ass bounced. The wet slap of her against me driving me to new heights. She was bucking and twitching beneath me, trying to gain more friction, but she never once let go of the ropes. Never once moved away. “I’m close,” she panted. “I– I can’t reach.” Her fingers were flexing on the rope, and I knew she was itching to reach down and play with herself. I renewed my efforts, angling her body so that with each swing, her clit dragged against the line of my dick. She gasped, her voice pitching louder and louder, and then I felt her clench around me. Warmth spread against me as she screamed her release, the swing violently rocking back and forth as I struggled to keep hold of her bucking body. She hung limp after that, arms down in the water, breast hanging low and nearly touching the current. I tightened my hold on her as I thrust into her three more times before I buried myself deep, feeling myself fill her and spill out around me. <<elseif $sex == "female">> I watched as she folded her arms in front of her, holding on to the opposite ropes. “Did you bring…?” “In the water,” she gasped. Reaching down, I found the dildo, chilled from the rushing river. It was double ended, tapered on one end and thick on the other. I gasped as I pushed one end inside me, feeling myself stretch around it. Then, pushing forward, I teased the other end against her hole, slipping it inside and watching as she was stretched in front of me. Slowly, I pushed in, groaning at the sight of her opening up, welcoming me into her tight heat. Beneath me, Hazel’s head dropped forward, and I could see the shiver go down her spine. Planting my feet, I pushed the rest of the way through, my thigh slapping against her ass. I twisted my hips, rolling against her and listening to her mewling cries as I hit something deep inside. Sparks shot across my own vision as my clit rubbed across the shaft of the cock. My name was a prayer falling repeatedly from her lips as she tried to get me to move. To slam into her. To do anything. But I wanted to savor this moment. Look at the way she squirmed against me, her ass rubbing against my body. Pulling away, I gripped her hips with bruising strength before slamming back in. Hazel’s screamed, the river rolling around us. The swing moved slightly and each time I pushed or pulled her hips, she rocked back and forth, the backwards momentum fucking her hard against me. I let out a long groan as I watched the way her ass bounced. The wet slap of her against me driving me to new heights. She was bucking and twitching against me, trying to gain more friction, but she never once let go of the ropes. Never once moved away. “I’m close,” she panted. “I– I can’t reach.” Her fingers were flexing on the rope, and I knew she was itching to reach down and play with herself. I renewed my efforts, angling her body so that with each swing, the dildo dragged against her clit and my own. She gasped, her voice pitching louder and louder, and then I felt her seize against me. The swing violently rocked back and forth as I struggled to keep hold of her bucking body. She hung limp after that, arms down in the water, breast hanging low and nearly touching the current. I tightened my hold on her as I fucked myself against her, rocking back and forth, until I was clenching around our toy, holding onto Hazel’s hips for dear life. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>I watched as she folded her arms in front of her, holding on to the opposite ropes. “Did you bring…?” “In the water,” she gasped. Reaching down, I found the dildo, chilled from the rushing river. It was double ended, tapered on one end and thick on the other. I gasped as I pushed one end inside me, feeling myself stretch around it. Then, pushing forward, I teased the other end against her hole, slipping it inside and watching as she was stretched in front of me. Slowly, I pushed in, groaning at the sight of her opening up, welcoming me into her tight heat. Beneath me, Hazel’s head dropped forward, and I could see the shiver go down her spine. Planting my feet, I pushed the rest of the way through, my thigh slapping against her ass. I twisted my hips, rolling against her and listening to her mewling cries as I hit something deep inside. Sparks shot across my own vision as my clit rubbed across the shaft of the cock. My name was a prayer falling repeatedly from her lips as she tried to get me to move. To slam into her. To do anything. But I wanted to savor this moment. Look at the way she squirmed against me, her ass rubbing against my body. Pulling away, I gripped her hips with bruising strength before slamming back in. Hazel’s screamed, the river rolling around us. The swing moved slightly and each time I pushed or pulled her hips, she rocked back and forth, the backwards momentum fucking her hard against me. I let out a long groan as I watched the way her ass bounced. The wet slap of her against me driving me to new heights. She was bucking and twitching against me, trying to gain more friction, but she never once let go of the ropes. Never once moved away. “I’m close,” she panted. “I– I can’t reach.” Her fingers were flexing on the rope, and I knew she was itching to reach down and play with herself. I renewed my efforts, angling her body so that with each swing, the dildo dragged against her clit and my own. She gasped, her voice pitching louder and louder, and then I felt her seize against me. The swing violently rocked back and forth as I struggled to keep hold of her bucking body. She hung limp after that, arms down in the water, breast hanging low and nearly touching the current. I tightened my hold on her as I fucked myself against her, rocking back and forth, until I was clenching around our toy, holding onto Hazel’s hips for dear life.<</if>> After our breathing slowed and the feeling returned to our limbs, I picked her up and set her properly on the swing. She was still naked, red marks across her from where I had gripped her or sucked too hard, but she had a pleasured look across her face. When she glanced down at me, she giggled, pushing her hair from her eyes. “Your clothes are soaked.” They were still around my ankles, weighing me down at this point. Holding onto the swing for purchase, I kicked everything off, leaving me standing in nothing but my shirt. A sight, I was sure, looked hilarious to any of the wisps who were swirling by. [[That may be the best sex we’ve had]] [[You are the kinkiest person I know]] [[Okay, so what did I do to deserve that?]]<<if $sex == "male">> Before she could say anything, I pulled her off the swing, hearing her yelp of surprise as I turned us around and sat down. I planted my feet in the water, trying to keep enough purchase to steady us as I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into my lap. She groaned as her clit dragged across my cock, and before I could get us situated she began grinding herself down on me. “You’re so perfect,” she whispered. “Gods, you feel so good. I need you inside me, $name. I need to feel every inch of you.” “Hold onto the ropes,” I told her. If I let her go, she was going to fall into the water. Once we started moving, I had to keep a firm grip on her and even then, I was certain I was going to slip. Wrapping her fingers high up on the swing, she stretched her body, her breasts hovering right in front of my face. My tongue came out for a quick taste before I lined my cock up with her entrance, stretching her. “Don’t move,” I whispered. Her thighs shook as she hovered above me, her hair falling down around her shoulders as she looked at me with desperation. I could feel the head of my cock brushing against the wet heat. My own ache becoming nearly unbearable. Gently, I pushed upwards, barely breaching her. “Don’t move,” I told her again. She let out a needy whine, her eyes falling shut as she struggled to listen to me. I could feel the way her thighs shook and see her juices dripping from her. I wanted to capture this moment forever. Hold it in my mind for late at night. Hazel, stretched out and bare, shaking with need. Without another word, I pulled her down onto me, feeling the meat of her ass slap against my legs. She tossed her head back and let out a scream that shook the ground around us. I began fucking up into her, feeling the way her walls gripped me. Sweat slicked both our bodies as we moved together, and I bounced her up and down. She had no control. Nowhere to go. If she let go of her white knuckled grip on the rope, the only thing holding her up would be my cock. I could feel her desire building, the roll of her hips becoming more and more erratic, until she simply gave up and let me fuck her hard. I flexed upward, grinding myself into her, my legs aching as I locked them steady so we would not move. Hazel’s moans were getting louder and louder and when she reached down to roll her clit between her fingers, she screamed. I fucked her through each shattering second of it, watching as she went limp in my arms, moaning as I continued to thrust inside her. I could feel my own orgasm as it raced down my spine. When Hazel leaned forward, I knew my own cheeks were slick with sweat, red and shot through with pleasure. She grabbed the back of my head, burying her face against my chest. And it was there I let out a loud groan, cumming inside her so hard that I could barely breathe. <<elseif $sex == "transf"> Before she could say anything, I pulled her off the swing, hearing her yelp of surprise as I turned us around and sat down. I planted my feet in the water, trying to keep enough purchase to steady us as I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into my lap. She groaned as her clit dragged across me, and before I could get us situated she began grinding herself down on me. “You’re so perfect,” she whispered. “Gods, you feel so good. I need you inside me, $name. I need to feel every inch of you.” “Hold onto the ropes,” I told her. If I let her go, she was going to fall into the water. Once we started moving, I had to keep a firm grip on her and even then, I was certain I was going to slip. Wrapping her fingers high up on the swing, she stretched her body, her breasts hovering right in front of my face. My tongue came out for a quick taste before I lined my cock up with her entrance, stretching her. “Don’t move,” I whispered. Her thighs shook as she hovered above me, her hair falling down around her shoulders as she looked at me with desperation. I could feel the head of my cock brushing against the wet heat. My own ache becoming nearly unbearable. Gently, I pushed upwards, barely breaching her. “Don’t move,” I told her again. She let out a needy whine, her eyes falling shut as she struggled to listen to me. I could feel the way her thighs shook and see her juiced dripping from her. I wanted to capture this moment forever. Hold it in my mind for late at night. Hazel, stretched out and bare, shaking with need. Without another word, I pulled her down onto me, feeling the meat of her ass slap against my legs. She tossed her head back and let out a scream that shook the ground around us. I began fucking up into her, feeling the way her walls gripped me. Sweat slicked both our bodies as we moved together, and I bounced her up and down. She had no control. Nowhere to go. If she let go of her white knuckled grip on the rope, the only thing holding her up would be me. I could feel her desire building, the roll of her hips becoming more and more erratic, until she simply gave up and let me fuck her hard. I flexed upward, grinding myself into her, my legs aching as I locked them steady so we would not move. Hazel’s moans were getting louder and louder and when she reached down to roll her clit between her fingers, she screamed. I fucked her through each shattering second of it, watching as she went limp in my arms, moaning as I continued to thrust inside her. I could feel my own orgasm as it raced down my spine. When Hazel leaned forward, I knew my own cheeks were slick with sweat, red and shot through with pleasure. She grabbed the back of my head, burying her face against my chest. And it was there I let out a loud groan, cumming inside her so hard that I could barely breathe. <<elseif $sex == "female">> Before she could say anything, I pulled her off the swing, hearing her yelp of surprise as I turned us around and sat down. I planted my feet in the water, trying to keep enough purchase to steady us as I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into my lap. She groaned as her clit dragged against my thigh, and before I could get us situated she began grinding herself down on me. “You’re so perfect,” she whispered. “Gods, you feel so good. I need to touch you.” “Hold onto the ropes,” I told her. If I let her go, she was going to fall into the water. Once we started moving, I had to keep a firm grip on her and even then, I was certain I was going to slip. Wrapping her fingers high up on the swing, she stretched her body, her breasts hovering right in front of my face. My tongue came out for a quick taste before I angled myself, pushing her leg upwards, wrapping the other around my hips. Her thighs shook, her hair falling down around her shoulders as she looked at me with desperation. I ached against her. Wet and needy to feel her against me. She let out a needy whine, her eyes falling shut as she struggled to sit still. I could feel the way her thighs shook and see her juices dripping from her. I wanted to capture this moment forever. Hold it in my mind for late at night. Hazel, stretched out and bare, shaking with need. Without another word, I pulled her down onto me, feeling the meat of her ass slap against my legs. She tossed her head back and let out a scream that shook the ground around us. I began grinding us together, feeling the slide of her sex against my own. Sweat slicked both our bodies as we moved together, and I bounced her up and down. She had no control. Nowhere to go. If she let go of her white knuckled grip on the rope, the only thing holding her up would be me. I could feel her desire building, the roll of her hips becoming more and more erratic, until she simply gave up and let me fuck her hard. I flexed upward, grinding myself into her, my legs aching as I locked them steady so we would not move. Hazel’s moans were getting louder and louder. I knew how close she was. Pulling her tightly to me, I wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her body. She bucked against me, hiding her face in my neck as she screamed in release, her body shuddering before she went limp in my arms. My own orgasm was quickly approaching as her warmth spread against my own. I knew my own cheeks were slick with sweat, red and shot through with pleasure. She grabbed the back of my head, burying her face against my chest. With a loud groan, I came against her, my body rolling with pleasure. Capturing my lips against her own, she swallowed my moans, leaving me breathless. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>Before she could say anything, I pulled her off the swing, hearing her yelp of surprise as I turned us around and sat down. I planted my feet in the water, trying to keep enough purchase to steady us as I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into my lap. She groaned as her clit dragged against my thigh, and before I could get us situated she began grinding herself down on me. “You’re so perfect,” she whispered. “Gods, you feel so good. I need to touch you.” “Hold onto the ropes,” I told her. If I let her go, she was going to fall into the water. Once we started moving, I had to keep a firm grip on her and even then, I was certain I was going to slip. Wrapping her fingers high up on the swing, she stretched her body, her breasts hovering right in front of my face. My tongue came out for a quick taste before I angled myself, pushing her leg upwards, wrapping the other around my hips. Her thighs shook, her hair falling down around her shoulders as she looked at me with desperation. I ached against her. Wet and needy to feel her against me. She let out a needy whine, her eyes falling shut as she struggled to sit still. I could feel the way her thighs shook and see her juices dripping from her. I wanted to capture this moment forever. Hold it in my mind for late at night. Hazel, stretched out and bare, shaking with need. Without another word, I pulled her down onto me, feeling the meat of her ass slap against my legs. She tossed her head back and let out a scream that shook the ground around us. I began grinding us together, feeling the slide of her sex against my own. Sweat slicked both our bodies as we moved together, and I bounced her up and down. She had no control. Nowhere to go. If she let go of her white knuckled grip on the rope, the only thing holding her up would be me. I could feel her desire building, the roll of her hips becoming more and more erratic, until she simply gave up and let me fuck her hard. I flexed upward, grinding myself into her, my legs aching as I locked them steady so we would not move. Hazel’s moans were getting louder and louder. I knew how close she was. Pulling her tightly to me, I wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her body. She bucked against me, hiding her face in my neck as she screamed in release, her body shuddering before she went limp in my arms. My own orgasm was quickly approaching as her warmth spread against my own. I knew my own cheeks were slick with sweat, red and shot through with pleasure. She grabbed the back of my head, burying her face against my chest. With a loud groan, I came against her, my body rolling with pleasure. Capturing my lips against her own, she swallowed my moans, leaving me breathless.<</if>> After our breathing slowed and the feeling returned to our limbs, I picked her up and set her properly on the swing. She was still naked, red marks across her from where I had gripped her or sucked too hard, but she had a pleasured look across her face. When she glanced down at me, she giggled, pushing her hair from her eyes. “Your clothes are soaked.” They were still around my ankles, weighing me down at this point. Holding onto the swing for purchase, I kicked everything off, leaving me standing in nothing but my shirt. A sight, I was sure, looked hilarious to any of the wisps who were swirling by. [[That may be the best sex we’ve had]] [[You are the kinkiest person I know]] [[Okay, so what did I do to deserve that?]] I brought her hands up, curling them around the rope of the swing. Instinctively, she widened her legs, her feet not even brushing the water that rushed before. I shuffled forward awkwardly with my clothes now weighed down with the river water, and reached for her hips. When I grasped them, I watched as each finger made a small indent in her brown skin, pressing against stretch marks and freckles, each of which I had mapped with my thumb. “Hang on,” I told her. Tendrils of magic began to wrap around her arms, lashing her against the rope. Black vines encircled her like tattoos, waxy verdant leaves blooming from them. When I looked at her, she smiled. “Safety first,” she sang. <<if $sex == "male">>I didn’t wait then. Lining my cock up, I thrust into her. The swing pushed back with my movement, and Hazel arched with it. She let out a long groan as I bottomed out, the wet curls rubbing against the root of my cock. “$name,” she groaned. Hearing my name on her lips always got to me. It sent coils of pleasure through me each and every time. When I pulled out, the swing came down a bit, following me as I arched away. Before I could slip free, I plunged into her once more, rocking her with the swing, and garnering the most delicious moan from her full lips. I began to fuck her in earnest then, the swing rocking back and forth with each move. Hazel’s hips twisted and bucked, her fingers flexing around the rope. I watched as she tried to grab me, but the cords only tightened, heightening her pleasure as she was bound there on the swing, forced to take my cock. Her heavy breasts bounced in front of me, slapping against her stomach with each rock of the swing. I felt my own pleasure rising. Curling up my spine in liquid heat. Water came up to splash at me from beneath, each move displacing river water until we were both covered in a fine layer of dew. “More,” Hazel mewled. “Faster.” With each request, I obliged, thrusting in and out of her and listening to the wet slap of our hips. When her eyes snapped open, I knew she was close. There was a gasping staccato as she twitched against me, her body going rigid as I plunged inside of her. When she came, it was with a scream, a wet rush of warmth coating my cock as I fucked her through it, driving her to a relentless peak. When she was done, she lay limp, still lashed to the swing. Her body was flushed and looked ethereal in the light of the moon. With three more thrusts, I felt myself burst inside her, A moan ripped from my own throat at the sudden release, my body vibrating with the onslaught. <<elseif $sex == "female">>I didn’t wait then. Hitching her leg up high over my hip. The swing pushed back with my movement, and Hazel arched with it. She let out a long groan as I rolled my hips against her, my wet lips sliding against her own. “$name,” she groaned. Hearing my name spill heatedly from her always got to me. It sent coils of pleasure through me each and every time. She angled herself, tipping her pelvis upwards, her head back. Her clit throbbed against my own, desperate gasped echoing between us. I began to fuck her in earnest then, the swing rocking back and forth with each move. Hazel’s hips twisted and bucked, her fingers flexing around the rope. I watched as she tried to grab me, but the cords only tightened, heightening her pleasure as she was bound there on the swing, her pleasure mine to give. Her heavy breasts bounced in front of me, slapping against her stomach with each rock of the swing. I felt my own pleasure rising. Curling up my spine in liquid heat. Water came up to splash at me from beneath, each move displacing river water until we were both covered in a fine layer of dew. “More,” Hazel mewled. “Faster.” With each request, I obliged, rolling my hips against her own, feeling the slide of her swollen lips. When her eyes snapped open, I knew she was close. There was a gasping staccato as she twitched against me, her body going rigid as I yanked her hard against me. When she came, it was with a scream, a wet rush of warmth coating me as I fucked her through it, driving her to a relentless peak. When she was done, she lay limp, still lashed to the swing. Her body was flushed and looked ethereal in the light of the moon. I moved, rubbing myself against her thigh, bending over her as my own breast rubbed against her own. A moan ripped from my own throat with sudden release, my body vibrating with the onslaught. <<elseirf $sex == "transf">>I didn’t wait then. Lining myself up, I thrust into her. The swing pushed back with my movement, and Hazel arched with it. She let out a long groan as I bottomed out, the wet curls rubbing against me.. “$name,” she groaned. Hearing my name on her lips always got to me. It sent coils of pleasure through me each and every time. When I pulled out, the swing came down a bit, following me as I arched away. Before I could slip free, I plunged into her once more, rocking her with the swing, and garnering the most delicious moan from her full lips. I began to fuck her in earnest then, the swing rocking back and forth with each move. Hazel’s hips twisted and bucked, her fingers flexing around the rope. I watched as she tried to grab me, but the cords only tightened, heightening her pleasure as she was bound there on the swing, forced to take me. Her heavy breasts bounced in front of me, slapping against her stomach with each rock of the swing. I felt my own pleasure rising. Curling up my spine in liquid heat. Water came up to splash at me from beneath, each move displacing river water until we were both covered in a fine layer of dew. “More,” Hazel mewled. “Faster.” With each request, I obliged, thrusting in and out of her and listening to the wet slap of our hips. When her eyes snapped open, I knew she was close. There was a gasping staccato as she twitched against me, her body going rigid as I plunged inside of her. When she came, it was with a scream, a wet rush of warmth coating my cock as I fucked her through it, driving her to a relentless peak. When she was done, she lay limp, still lashed to the swing. Her body was flushed and looked ethereal in the light of the moon. With three more thrusts, I felt myself burst inside her, A moan ripped from my own throat at the sudden release, my body vibrating with the onslaught. <<elseif $sex == "transm">>I didn’t wait then. Hitching her leg up high over my hip. The swing pushed back with my movement, and Hazel arched with it. She let out a long groan as I rolled my hips against her, my wet lips sliding against her own. “$name,” she groaned. Hearing my name spill heatedly from her always got to me. It sent coils of pleasure through me each and every time. She angled herself, tipping her pelvis upwards, her head back. Her clit throbbed against my own, desperate gasped echoing between us. I began to fuck her in earnest then, the swing rocking back and forth with each move. Hazel’s hips twisted and bucked, her fingers flexing around the rope. I watched as she tried to grab me, but the cords only tightened, heightening her pleasure as she was bound there on the swing, her pleasure mine to give. Her heavy breasts bounced in front of me, slapping against her stomach with each rock of the swing. I felt my own pleasure rising. Curling up my spine in liquid heat. Water came up to splash at me from beneath, each move displacing river water until we were both covered in a fine layer of dew. “More,” Hazel mewled. “Faster.” With each request, I obliged, rolling my hips against her own, feeling the slide of her swollen lips. When her eyes snapped open, I knew she was close. There was a gasping staccato as she twitched against me, her body going rigid as I yanked her hard against me. When she came, it was with a scream, a wet rush of warmth coating me as I fucked her through it, driving her to a relentless peak. When she was done, she lay limp, still lashed to the swing. Her body was flushed and looked ethereal in the light of the moon. I moved, rubbing myself against her thigh, bending over her as I bucked wildly against her body. A moan ripped from my own throat with sudden release, my body vibrating with the onslaught. <</if>> After our breathing slowed and the feeling returned to our limbs, I picked her up and set her properly on the swing. She was still naked, red marks across her from where I had gripped her or sucked too hard, but she had a pleasured look across her face. When she glanced down at me, she giggled, pushing her hair from her eyes. “Your clothes are soaked.” They were still around my ankles, weighing me down at this point. Holding onto the swing for purchase, I kicked everything off, leaving me standing in nothing but my shirt. A sight, I was sure, looked hilarious to any of the wisps who were swirling by. [[That may be the best sex we’ve had]] [[You are the kinkiest person I know]] [[Okay, so what did I do to deserve that?]]“That may be the best sex we’ve had,” I told her, still panting from my release. Every inch of my body tingled, and my head felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. I didn’t know if I would be able to move tomorrow, and already I was planning to convince her to stay in bed. “Oh, this topped the time when we did it on the roof?” “Yup.” “What about the time at the edge of the sea cliffs? Or when we did it on the checkout counter?” “All of it.” She grinned, seeming rather pleased with herself. I shook my head at her, relishing in her laugh. The carefree way in which she held herself I found to be one of the top reasons I loved her. Hazel was free. Despite it all, she was a free soul. “Come on,” I told her. “Let’s get inside and get in a warm bath.” The cold river water was starting to spread goosebumps against my skin and given that she had been out here longer, I suspected she was much the same. “I can gather your clothes.” I picked her up, tucking her in my arms bridal style. “Leave them,” I told her. Let the river take them, for all I cared. Kicking her feet, she grinned as I stepped out of the river and headed back up to the house. She was snuggling against me, running kissed up the line of my throat. “Next time, we’ll get a pool floaty and see if it can pop,” she murmured. Pantless, sopping wet, and completely sated, I agreed. “I swear you are the kinkiest person I know,” I told her, still panting from my release. She laughed at me. “Do you know anyone? I’m tame.” “You could give Bella a run for her money.” Hazel blushed at that as she looped her arms around my neck, kissing me softly. “Please don’t tell her that,” she muttered. “She’ll take it as some sort of challenge.” I briefly thought about that challenge and what it would be like, snapping out of it as she smacked my side. “You’ve had enough,” she grinned. “Unless you want more, that is. Because I could do more.” She shimmied against me, as if to prove her point. I shook my head at her, relishing in her laugh. The carefree way in which she held herself I found to be one of the top reasons I loved her. Hazel was free. Despite it all, she was a free soul. “Come on,” I told her. “Let’s get inside and get in a warm bath.” The cold river water was starting to spread goosebumps against my skin and given that she had been out here longer, I suspected she was much the same. “I can gather your clothes.” I picked her up, tucking her in my arms bridal style. “Leave them,” I told her. Let the river take them, for all I cared. Kicking her feet, she grinned as I stepped out of the river and headed back up to the house. She was snuggling against me, running kissed up the line of my throat. “Next time, we’ll get a pool floaty and see if it can pop,” she murmured. Pantless, sopping wet, and completely sated, I agreed. “Okay,” I said. “Not that I am complaining, but what did I do to deserve that?” When she had first invited me over, I thought we would be having a meal. That we would cuddle up on the couch and maybe, after some tea or wine, head to bed for the rest of the evening. Not once had I expected a hard romp in a river with a swing. I had left my basket of goodies somewhere near the apothecary, forgetting about it the second I saw her naked. Looping her arms around my neck, Hazel smiled at me. “I thought you deserved something nice,” she said. “And new. You were complaining last week that you were bored.” “I was bored because the apothecary was slow that day. I wasn’t bored with our sex life.” “Are you saying you didn’t want to pound me on the river swing?” she asked innocently. I shook my head at her, relishing in her laugh. The carefree way in which she held herself I found to be one of the top reasons I loved her. Hazel was free. Despite it all, she was a free soul. “Come on,” I told her. “Let’s get inside and get in a warm bath.” The cold river water was starting to spread goosebumps against my skin and given that she had been out here longer, I suspected she was much the same. “I can gather your clothes.” I picked her up, tucking her in my arms bridal style. “Leave them,” I told her. Let the river take them, for all I cared. Kicking her feet, she grinned as I stepped out of the river and headed back up to the house. She was snuggling against me, running kissed up the line of my throat. “Next time, we’ll get a pool floaty and see if it can pop,” she murmured. Pantless, sopping wet, and completely sated, I agreed. “Farmer who and his Penny huhs?” I had never heard of this person before. Nor had I heard about Hazel loving chickens. But, now that I thought about it, I had seen her looking at a few pictures of chickens. I had tossed it off as a random quirk of Hazel. “Farmer Cluckadee. He is the utmost authority on chickens. Once a year he comes to town with a variety of chickens. He sells their coops. Their toys. Their feed. It’s a little district of barnyard fun and I never miss a year.” I tipped my head to the side. “Did you go last year?” We reached the end of the alley, stopping at the fountain. The koi were eyeing us suspiciously. Hazel ran the tip of her boot through the water splashing on the market floor. “Well, no.” She huffed a little breath out, looking at me with pink cheeks. “I may be banned.” “What?” “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “It was a few years ago. I’m sure he’s forgotten about it by now. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I don’t think.” I stared at her. It was obviously a big deal. Hazel was only dismissive of things like that when she was hiding. “You are using me to get chickens, aren’t you.” “Just maybe.” Planting a kiss on my cheek, she turned on her heel. “Now, come on. The best chickens are usually picked over by lunch.” [[Next|Cozy Hazel 2]] “That swindler?” Hazel shook her head. “No. You’re thinking of Farmer Chickadee. The one who sells all the produce that disappears right when you get home? I’m not going to him. Fifth time is not the charm, it turns out.” She should have gone the second time. But Hazel was sweet. And far too trusting. “So who is this one then?” We reached the end of the alley, stepping out towards the fountain where water splashed next to our feet, soaking the tips of our shoes. “He sells chickens,” she said, maybe a bit too innocently. “And?” “And what? He just sells chickens. And those chickens are very cute. And so what if the Farmer doesn’t want me to be at the market. So what if I’ve been banned. I am sure he’s forgiven me by now.” “Banned?” “You are asking a lot of questions.” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. “You are using me to get chickens, aren’t you.” “Just maybe.” Planting a kiss on my cheek, she turned on her heel. “Now, come on. The best chickens are usually picked over by lunch.” [[Next|Cozy Hazel 2]] “I haven’t heard of you going to this market,” I told her. We had been in a relationship now for a distinct amount of time. I would think if my girlfriend was running off to go check out Farmer Cluckadee’s wares, I would somehow be involved. It wasn’t like that was a name I would easily forget. “Okay, well, maybe not every year. We’ve had quite a few bad years attached to us, so I’ve missed a few fairs. That and– well, I maybe was told I shouldn’t come back anymore.” I raised a brow to her. “By who?” She winced. “Farmer Cluckadee.” Exiting the alley that was only partially burnt now, we stopped at the three-tiered-fountain. The water splashed next to our feet, soaking the tips of our shoes. “It’s not my fault. Really. I just– I mean– there are two types of farmers in this world. I unfortunately may have been categorized as the third though.” “What is the third farmer.” “Nothing that we need to worry about. Besides, it’s been //years//. I’m sure the farmers don’t remember me anymore. And even if they do, I’ve changed. Grown as a person.” She bounced up on her tiptoes, leaning into my personal space. “And I have the Night Market as my significant other in life.” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. “You are using me to get chickens, aren’t you.” “Just maybe.” Planting a kiss on my cheek, she turned on her heel. “Now, come on. The best chickens are usually picked over by lunch.” [[Next|Cozy Hazel 2]] The smell hit first. I knew why this was a market that only came once a year. I didn’t think any of the locals could handle it otherwise. The wafting scent of chicken manure was strong in the air, cut through only with the slight, musty scent of damp hay. The farm itself was set up in the middle of an empty district. One that was usually reserved for fairs. The floors were scattered with straw and the farm stalls lined the cobblestone walls. Fabric banners stretched from stall to stall, while big bales of hay took up most of the middle of the square, providing a place for people to sit and eat corn on the cob. The only food that looked like it was offered here. “I feel like this is a bit insulting to farmers,” I said, looking at the various corn stalls around me. Hazel looked at me oddly. “What did you expect them to serve? Chicken?” “Touché.” We walked further into the district and the squawking sound of chickens greeted us. Some were kept in large open pens, while others seemed to be confined to enclosed wire cages. Several people walked around with handfuls of oyster shell and grain, offering it to the chickens. When a chicken accepted the gift, they cooed at the animals, reaching out to try and pet them. I was surprised to see that most chickens were docile enough to allow this. Though, as soon as I said this, I could see giant forms of the birds wandering the outskirts, looking for all the world like the people here were their next meal. “Alright,” I finally broached. “I’m assuming this is not just for show. You seriously want chickens?” Hazel’s eyes couldn’t stay in one spot. She was looking around the district, her gaze catching on the fluffy creatures, her feet itching to rush to them. “I’ve always wanted chickens,” she said. “There is something so romantic about getting up first thing in the morning, grabbing something warm to drink, and heading out to feed your flock. Gather your eggs. Cook breakfast with what you harvested.” [[Okay, but the smell…]] [[I do love fresh eggs...]] [[We could buy eggs]] “Okay,” I said slowly, “but the smell. It’s pretty bad. I don't think that’s going to be very romantic.” Hazel shrugged. “I’ll have Milo clean it and put a charm out back if the smell gets too bad.” It was an acceptable solution. Especially if it didn’t involve me having to clean the coop. But still… “Hazel, I think there is a lot more that goes into raising chickens than a romantic egg collecting session. Have you even built a coop for them yet?” Granted, I hadn’t been out back, but I hadn’t seen a coop the last time I was. And she wasn’t exactly handy. “No, I thought I would let them into the lobby at night instead. That way, I know they will be protected by the dust bunnies.” Suddenly, I had visions of waking up in the morning to chicken poop all over the front lobby. Spells having gone off at night because the chickens had roosted on the pile of scrolls. The wheat bag being pecked open. Eggs being laid in nooks and crannies that became lost to us, forcing us to only find them when the smell permeated the shop. But most of all, I saw the little beady eyed birds. The way they would destroy //everything//. Because chickens were animals, and they were kind of dumb animals at that and what Hazel was proposing was going to make more chaos than I thought she or I could rightfully handle. By the gods, did I love this woman. “Honey,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. “Are you sure this is the right move? You have a lot on your plate already. The shop is busy, and you keep refusing to hire on any sort of help.” “Oh, pish,” she dismissed. “Sure, the shop is more than I can handle but I //want// chickens. And I think it would be a good way to connect with my customers. Not only will they come to me for herbs and tonics, but I could sell fresh eggs.” “How many are you thinking of getting?” “Oh, at least fifty.” [[Is this a gateway for cows]] [[I’m going to have to say no to that one]] [[Maybe we start with three]] “Maybe we start with three,” I suggested. Three felt like a nice, round, not fifty number. By the look on Hazel’s face, she would have been happy with just one, as well. What it came down to, was I was discovering that my girlfriend had a secret chicken dream, and we were just going to have to make that possible somehow, without causing her to hate them in the end when they inevitably became a nuisance. “Oh, $name,” she gushed. “Just think of it. Little cluckee’s running around in the yard. Pecking at worms. Twirling in the garden.” “Hon, they will eat your garden.” She frowned, thinking about this for a solid minute. “Twirling outside of the garden.” I made a mental note to get both Milo and Mal over to fix her fence asap. If there was one thing that Hazel was the most proud of, it was that garden. We would most likely be having chicken soup for dinner if one of them got in. “I’ve just wanted this for so long,” she told me. “When I was little, I tried to keep one or two of them. But they ran away. I now know that mother used them for sacrifice and sold their feet. But even though I was little and couldn’t really take care of them, they were so calming. I would sit out in the grass, talking to them all the time. I had a stock of fresh veggie scraps I would give them. They would eat out of my hand. I know it’s not logical, but I really want a few of my own. To be able to love them and protect them. And have eggs for baking.” [[Anything to heal you from your mother]] [[Thinking about it, I would love to raise chickens with you]] “Is this a gateway for cows?” I asked nervously. We could not afford to have cows. They would trample over everything and eat the wisps. “Don’t worry. I don’t want cows. Maybe goats but only one and I would have them in the backfield to eat the thorns that sometimes pop up. It would be a fun little experiment. See if the magic transfers or not. Think the Velvet Guard would have an issue with magical goats?” I thought of Gabriel. Yes. Yes he would have an issue with it. A major issue with it. “Let’s just start with the chickens and then talk about the magical goats. And maybe we shouldn’t have magical chickens, either. I don’t know if I want that in my eggs.” “But we can have the chickens?” I sighed. “I don't know..." “I’ve just wanted this for so long,” she told me. “When I was little, I tried to keep one or two of them. But they ran away. I now know that mother used them for sacrifice and sold their feet. But even though I was little and couldn’t really take care of them, they were so calming. I would sit out in the grass, talking to them all the time. I had a stock of fresh veggie scraps I would give them. They would eat out of my hand. I know it’s not logical, but I really want a few of my own. To be able to love them and protect them. And have eggs for baking.” [[Anything to heal you from your mother]] [[Thinking about it, I would love to raise chickens with you]] “I’m going to have to say no to that one. Fifty is a little too much. And that’s going to be way too many eggs. I don’t think I could eat that many eggs.” “We could sell the other eggs.” That was a possibility. But somehow they would turn into vessels for her tonics, and I could see in her eyes that it wouldn’t stop there. “Maybe we start smaller?” I suggested. “I don’t even know how to take care of a chicken. Do you?” “In theory.” “Well, I don’t even have an ‘in theory’." This just wasn't quite what I thought our date was going to be like. “I’ve just wanted this for so long,” she told me. “When I was little, I tried to keep one or two of them. But they ran away. I now know that mother used them for sacrifice and sold their feet. But even though I was little and couldn’t really take care of them, they were so calming. I would sit out in the grass, talking to them all the time. I had a stock of fresh veggie scraps I would give them. They would eat out of my hand. I know it’s not logical, but I really want a few of my own. To be able to love them and protect them. And have eggs for baking.” [[Anything to heal you from your mother]] [[Thinking about it, I would love to raise chickens with you]] “I do love eggs,” I told her. I was trying to imagine having chickens. The farm fresh eggs that she put such value on. Suddenly, I had visions of waking up in the morning to chicken poop all over the front lobby. Spells having gone off at night because the chickens had roosted on the pile of scrolls. The wheat bag being pecked open. Eggs being laid in nooks and crannies that became lost to us, forcing us to only find them when the smell permeated the shop. But most of all, I saw the little beady eyed birds. The way they would destroy //everything//. Because chickens were animals, and they were kind of dumb animals at that and what Hazel was proposing was going to make more chaos than I thought she or I could rightfully handle. By the gods, did I love this woman. “Honey,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. “Are you sure this is the right move? You have a lot on your plate already. The shop is busy, and you keep refusing to hire on any sort of help.” “Oh, pish,” she dismissed. “Sure, the shop is more than I can handle but I //want// chickens. And I think it would be a good way to connect with my customers. Not only will they come to me for herbs and tonics, but I could sell fresh eggs.” “How many are you thinking of getting?” “Oh, at least fifty.” [[Is this a gateway for cows]] [[I’m going to have to say no to that one]] [[Maybe we start with three]] “We could buy eggs,” I told her. “I’ll even hide them in the yard for you.” Hazel gave me that look. The one that said she loved me, but she didn’t find it all that amusing. “It’s not the same. Plus, do you know what goes into market eggs?” “No.” “Other peoples grain.” She was serious. So very //very// serious. I wrapped an arm around her, kissing her cheek. “Night Market forbid,” I murmured. “Will you make a rule?” she asked excitedly. “That no one else can feed their chickens? No.” She smacked me a little before leaning into me, sighing. By the gods, did I love this woman. “Honey,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. “Are you sure this is the right move? You have a lot on your plate already. The shop is busy, and you keep refusing to hire on any sort of help.” “Oh, pish,” she dismissed. “Sure, the shop is more than I can handle but I //want// chickens. And I think it would be a good way to connect with my customers. Not only will they come to me for herbs and tonics, but I could sell fresh eggs.” “How many are you thinking of getting?” “Oh, at least fifty.” [[Is this a gateway for cows]] [[I’m going to have to say no to that one]] [[Maybe we start with three]] There was still such hurt to unravel. Hazel knew her mother for what she was. Logically, at least. But there was too much that happened. Sometimes, old hurts would wake us in the middle of the night and she would cling to me. Days and weeks would go by with her silence and then suddenly, she would break. Wondering why her mother didn’t love her. Why she didn’t have the childhood that she deserved. Taking her hands in my own, I looked at her with all the love I possessed. “I will do anything to heal you from your mother,” I told her seriously. “Even get chickens.” Hazel’s entire face lit up. “Really?” She was jumping up and down now, peppering my face with kisses, and while I knew there was going to be a lot of chicken poop clean up in my future, it was all worth it right this moment to see her smile. “Hazel Albright.” Hazel stopped, gaining control of herself as she heard her name called out. There, just behind her, was an elderly man. He had a long face and a white, wispy beard, giving him the overall appearance of a goat. A straw hat was perched upon his head and there, just in the depths of his pockets, was a corn cob pipe. “Farmer Cluckadee,” Hazel curtsied to the man. “It is so nice to see you.” “It has been some time,” the farmer agreed. He was smiling at Hazel, but I got the feeling that it was not genuine. “What are you doing here? I was under the impression that your ban was an indefinite one. Not a five-year contract.” “Oh,” Hazel’s own grin deflated a bit. “Well, yes. But I thought we could maybe renegotiate that? You see, it has been some time and–” “And our rules still stand.” At that, Hazel looked embarrassed. How she used to look when there was someone rude at the shopping, passing critique on her wares. “I know,” she said, shrinking in on herself. “But maybe you could make an exception. I really have been learning a lot about chickens. I can show you all the books I’ve read on them. And I have a lovely veggie crop this year to give them treats and such. I even made sure I had enough red pepper flakes to put in their meal to help with disease.” Farmer Cluckadee did look slightly impressed at that, but I got the impression that he was not a goat to be trifled with. “Dear, Albright,” he said with a sigh. “I am sure that you have done as much research as you can. You have always struck me as a very bright woman. But after the last time–” “That is never going to happen again,” she said desperately. “Please Farmer. I just want some chickens. I’ve been very patient about it, and I’m in an entirely new place in life. I even have a partner.” Grabbing my hand, she pulled me forward. “This is $name,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you, $name.” “You as well,” I responded. Though I was thoroughly confused as to what was going on. “I am glad you have found happiness. But I must ask you to leave.” “Farmer,” she protested. [[Couldn’t we just look around?]] [[Okay, lets slow it down here]] [[What exactly did Hazel do to make you distrust her so much?]] Lucinda Albright was supposed to love her children. To keep them safe and happy. To see them smile. It was an impossible task for the woman, for reasons I couldn’t even fathom. Killing Hazel’s birds felt like an underhanded slight if there ever was one. And while I was sure that the woman made up some excuse. Saying they had always been there for meat. She didn’t have to do it. She didn’t have to feed it to her daughter. She didn’t have to make Hazel cry. “Thinking about it, I would love to raise chickens with you.” Hazel’s entire face lit up. “Really?” She was jumping up and down now, peppering my face with kisses, and while I knew there was going to be a lot of chicken poop clean up in my future, it was all worth it right this moment to see her smile. “Hazel Albright.” Hazel stopped, gaining control of herself as she heard her name called out. There, just behind her, was an elderly man. He had a long face and a white, wispy beard, giving him the overall appearance of a goat. A straw hat was perched upon his head and there, just in the depths of his pockets, was a corn cob pipe. “Farmer Cluckadee,” Hazel curtsied to the man. “It is so nice to see you.” “It has been some time,” the farmer agreed. He was smiling at Hazel, but I got the feeling that it was not genuine. “What are you doing here? I was under the impression that your ban was an indefinite one. Not a five-year contract.” “Oh,” Hazel’s own grin deflated a bit. “Well, yes. But I thought we could maybe renegotiate that? You see, it has been some time and–” “And our rules still stand.” At that, Hazel looked embarrassed. How she used to look when there was someone rude at the shopping, passing critique on her wares. “I know,” she said, shrinking in on herself. “But maybe you could make an exception. I really have been learning a lot about chickens. I can show you all the books I’ve read on them. And I have a lovely veggie crop this year to give them treats and such. I even made sure I had enough red pepper flakes to put in their meal to help with disease.” Farmer Cluckadee did look slightly impressed at that, but I got the impression that he was not a goat to be trifled with. “Dear, Albright,” he said with a sigh. “I am sure that you have done as much research as you can. You have always struck me as a very bright woman. But after the last time–” “That is never going to happen again,” she said desperately. “Please Farmer. I just want some chickens. I’ve been very patient about it, and I’m in an entirely new place in life. I even have a partner.” Grabbing my hand, she pulled me forward. “This is $name,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you, $name.” “You as well,” I responded. Though I was thoroughly confused as to what was going on. “I am glad you have found happiness. But I must ask you to leave.” “Farmer,” she protested. [[Couldn’t we just look around?]] [[Okay, lets slow it down here]] [[What exactly did Hazel do to make you distrust her so much?]] “What exactly did Hazel do to make you distrust her so much?” I asked. This was going nowhere quick, and I couldn’t see a situation in which the farmer was going to budge unless I could gather some more information. And do it bluntly. He looked back and forth between me and Hazel, obviously deciding whether he should tell me. But in the end, I was her partner. “Hazel Albright used to come and get chickens from us a lot,” he finally said. “The first few years, I thought nothing of it, but when I asked her how her flock was doing, she began to cry. It turns out, she knew nothing of how to take care of chickens, and they all died on her. Each year.” “I took courses after that,” Hazel whispered. “Yes. You did. But then there was one year, the last year, I’m afraid, that she came to get more. I had unfortunately heard, from the birds, that animals were no longer welcome near her land. Something about her mass sacrificing all of them.” Hazel looked at me in panic. “It was to bring Mal home,” she said. “I had to sacrifice something, and I thought the animals would be the best option.” The farmer frowned. “So I would not let the chickens go to her because none of the other wildlife seemed comfortable with the notion of being anywhere near her.” “Okay,” I said slowly. “That is kind of fair. I’m not going to lie. But, just yesterday I saw a squirrel And there is a really annoying blue jay that lives in the wisp tree.” I hated the thing. It woke me up most mornings by squawking right by the open window. “I’m sorry,” the farmer said. “If you wish to stay and look at the chickens, I’ll concede to that. But nothing more.” He turned, not giving us anymore of his time, and leaving both Hazel and I in the middle of the square, surrounded by clucking chickens. [[Next|Hazel 3]] There needed to be a step back. Hazel was next to me, shutting down once more, and the farmer didn’t look like he was going to budge on the subject. “Could we just look around?” I asked. “Maybe have a moment with the chickens?” I thought if I could maybe have a conversation with the farmer alone, he would see reason. But, the farmer shook his head. “I’m so sorry. But the animals are uncomfortable around her.” Hazel gasped, eyes wide. “What? No. I wouldn’t hurt them. I– it was one time. And it was never with chickens. It–” I turned and looked at her. “What are you talking about?” “Mal,” she said, biting her lip. That, I knew of. The animals that strangely disappeared. The sacrifices that were made in an effort to get him home. Turning to the farmer, I grimaced. “That was a one time thing. It doesn’t make it right but also, it is over.” “I’m sorry,” the farmer said. “If you wish to stay and look at the chickens, I’ll concede to that. But nothing more.” He turned, not giving us anymore of his time, and leaving both Hazel and I in the middle of the square, surrounded by clucking chickens. [[Next|Hazel 3]] “Okay, let's slow down here,” I said. The farmer didn’t look like someone who was going to back down, and Hazel would freeze the more he stood firm. “You are here to sell chickens, we want to buy chickens. I’m not sure what the problem is.” “The problem is that I do not wish for my chickens to die,” the farmer said. “So the answer is no.” “I could put an immortality spell on them,” Hazel said slowly. “That way they would live forever. I could sell you a few. Or give them to you. Whatever you want.” That was clearly not the issue. The farmer was looking at her with pity more than anything else. I got the feeling that he wasn’t enjoying what he was doing. “I’m sorry,” the farmer said. “If you wish to stay and look at the chickens, I’ll concede to that. But nothing more.” He turned, not giving us anymore of his time, and leaving both Hazel and I in the middle of the square, surrounded by clucking chickens. [[Next|Hazel 3]] Next to me, Hazel sniffed. I could tell she was trying not to cry, her eyes watering but the tears refusing to fall. “It’s okay,” she said, before I could even reach out and comfort her. “It was kind of a long shot anyway. I mean, he’s right. Most animals won’t even come down the alley anymore. I think it is either the really dumb ones that take up residence near the shop, or the new souls that don’t know any better.” That, and animals really weren’t native to the realm. Hazel had killed off the biggest population I had seen. Next to this chicken farm, I hadn’t really seen any larger. But, she had been right when she said it was a different time. A desperate time as well. She had been consumed so thoroughly that she had not been thinking straight in the slightest. When she said that she had made amends, she truly had. I saw her every week putting out food to attract new animals. Providing a lush sanctuary for them to burrow. “We can at least look,” I offered her. She put on a brave smile, leaning in close to me as we walked around the market, looking at the different kinds of chickens. There were red-tailed ones and standard white. There were chickens with spots and some with beautiful green iridescent feathers. As we went to each new breed, she perked up a bit more, pointing at them and telling me about each one. What they preferred to eat. How many eggs they laid in a year. The type of climate they thrived in best. It was then that I knew that Hazel really was not lying when she said she had done her research. I knew next to nothing about the birds, but even I was surprised with how much there was for her to talk about. “Oh, I love these ones,” she sighed. “Silkies. Little punk rock chickens. Look at how their feathers bob when they peck at the ground.” The chickens in question had a fluffy poof on the top of their head, and their feathers looked like they were ripped from a down comforter. Sure enough, when they pecked and scratched at the ground, their poof moved, giving them a funny sort of air. I laughed, amused by them as they roamed their pen. And suddenly I could see it. Hazel and I. Sitting in a field. Feeding the chickens as the air cooled around us after a long day of work. I wanted it so badly it hurt. [[You are the Night Market. The Farmer was going to give you a chicken]] [[Steal a chicken]] [[Threaten the farmer with going to his competition]] The thing was, this shouldn’t have been an issue. The man had the right to not sell to Hazel. I couldn’t really claim that he was in the wrong about any of it. However, Hazel needed a win. A second chance. She wasn’t afforded many in life, and she was the girl who kept on smiling, trying to make the best of it all. Often, I was an onlooker to this. There wasn’t much I could do to help her misfortune, but today, I could. “Hey!” My voice carried across the town square to where the farmer was standing, holding onto a ginormous black chicken. He was in the process of handing it off to a portly man who had a red wagon full of the birds behind him. “Yes?” he mouthed. I stormed over to him. When he saw me moving, he handed the chicken off and met me halfway. “Do you know who I am?” I felt like an ass for saying it, and I was sure it came out as a stutter and not as full of confidence as I sorely hoped it would. But the message was still clear. The farmer looked confused. “Hazel Albright’s partner?” he asked slowly. “Yes,” I told him, reaching out for Hazel’s hand. “And the Night Market.” The farmer looked confused for exactly one second before his eyes went wide. Around him, plenty of others stopped what they were doing to whisper my name. While it was more common knowledge now that the Night Market walked the streets, it wasn’t every day I was seen. “I–” the farmer looked nervously around. “How can I help you, Night Market?” “We’ll be buying some chickens,” I told him. “They are going to go home with Hazel, and you are personally going to come out to the apothecary to check on them and give her any tips that she might be missing.” “Yes. Yes of course.” “And you are going to give her a free bag of feed to get her started. And some chicken treats.” I didn’t even know if they had chicken treats. “Anything. Whatever the two of you would like.” Turning to Hazel, he smiled at her nervously. “I apologize for how I was acting before. I was hasty. I didn’t realize you were friends with the Night Market.” “Partners,” she corrected. Then, she pointed towards her punk rocker chickens. “Three silkies please.” “Right away.” He rushed off then, nearly knocking into several other people as he went to gather the chickens. I watched him as he muttered to himself, and I could have sworn he was praying to me. Some distant echo sounded in my ears. “Do you think we can get a Jersey Giant thrown in?” Hazel whispered. “Don’t push your luck.” [[Next|Hazel 4]] Hazel wanted a chicken. She had done the work, had thought about it night and day, and had even humbled herself to face the very man that had banned her from this city block to begin with. Now, the only thing standing between her and her chicken dreams, was Farmer Cluck. I just couldn’t let that happen. “Which chickens do you want?” I whispered to her. She frowned, staring at me out of the corner of her eye. “I can’t have any.” “If you could, which chicken would you want?” She turned to stare at the chickens roaming before her. They were all equally cute, but there were some that looked like they may be interested in Hazel. Or I was trying to justify what I was doing. “Those three,” she said. “Okay. When I say run, you run.” “What?” Without hesitation, I walked up to the chicken pen, opened the latch, and pounced on the chickens. For a moment, I didn’t think anyone knew what I was doing. Because of course, chickens did not sit still. The second someone even looked at them funny, they were bound to take off. So, I ran around the pen for what seemed like ever, catching the three chickens Hazel had pointed out. When I had them all in my arms, I looked out across the square, catching the eye of Farmer Cluck who was frozen in shock. “Run!” I yelled to Hazel. She let out a shriek. That, or maybe I had squeezed one of the chickens too tight. With wings flapping and feathers flying, I bolted out of the square, hearing plenty of shouts from behind me. I didn’t dare look back, though. I was afraid that one wrong step was going to make me drop these chickens, and then they were going to be gone forever. “I know where you live, Hazel Albright,” Farmer Cluckadee shouted after us. We rounded a corner. It was a narrow alley that would lead us to safety and was a shortcut to Hazel’s home. Hazel stopped, turning to wave at the farmer. “I’ll have muffins made when you come on by!” she yelled back at him. “Thank you!” He didn’t follow us. But I doubted that was going to be the last we saw of the Farmer. We probably would need to put up a few wards around the shop. [[Next|Hazel 4]] I racked my brain. While Hazel said this was the only chicken market this year, I knew that couldn’t be true. Mainly because no one was going to be able to convince me that this guy had the market on chickens and just sat on that all year long. That wasn’t a way to make a living. But, the gimmick is what was getting him by so I was going to call him on his fluff. “Hey! Farmer Cluck!” Farmer Cluckadee turned around, holding a black chicken in his arms. He had been handing it to a portly little man who already had a wagon full of chickens behind him. “We would like a chicken,” I demanded of him. He sighed the sigh of a man that was fed up. Handing the chicken off to his customer, he walked towards us. “I told the two of you that it simply was not possible. I am happy for you to look, and I truly do feel bad for your plight, but my chickens simply are not for sale to you two.” “$name,” Hazel started. “Let’s just go.” I ignored her, however. “Fine,” I said. “We’ll just have to go to the other chicken farmers. And tell them that you refused to sell to us. Discrimination is real, and it is easy to spread. Farmers are notorious gossips, after all.” I didn’t know that. I was talking out of my ass. But the second the farmer narrowed his eyes, I knew I had caught on to something. Stepping closer, I matched his gaze. “I won’t hesitate,” I told him. “If you don’t start selling chickens to her, I’m going to find every single farmer in the Night Market. I will not rest until they know that you do not sell to Hazel Albright, the //only// apothecary in all of the market. I will make it my life’s mission to say that you are only prejudice against her because she wouldn’t sell you a tonic. If I have to, I will be making up some sort of horrible disease. You look like a goat, in my opinion. Perhaps I’ll say that you blame that on Hazel.” The man rolled his eyes. “I am a goat.” “Even better. She wasn’t able to cure this very normal visage of yours, and so you discriminate against her.” “That doesn’t even make sense.” “And it’s clear you hate women,” I said. “I do not hate…” he trailed off. Because by now, we had gained a crowd. There were several people looking at me and the Farmer, and while they may not believe a word that was coming out of my mouth, they would repeat it. Rumors were all I needed. Rolling his eyes towards the sky, the farmer cursed under his breath. “Fine,” he said, turning to Hazel. “You may pick out three. If, and only if, you keep them alive for a full year, will I allow you to buy again.” The squeal that came out of Hazel’s mouth was piercing as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands. She ran to the farmer, flinging her arms around him. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you. You will not regret it.” Over her shoulder, the farmer met my gaze. “I’m sure I will.” [[Next|Hazel 4]] That night, Hazel and I sat against the garden fence, blocking the chickens from getting through the slats to destroy the garden. One, large yellow silkie sat on Hazel’s lap, half asleep. Most likely in a food coma after all the lettuce and spinach she had given her. The other two roamed the yard, looking for worms. “You are amazing,” she whispered to me. I laughed. “It was not quite what I thought my day was going to be like. But I’ll admit that I do find these things kind of cute.” “Aren’t they?” She stroked a finger down the nose of the chicken closest to her. “Do you want me to name one after you?” she asked. “No.” There was something weird about me being associated with a chicken. I had had enough of an identity crisis to last a lifetime. “But, I will help you name them.” One of them, the orange one, ran into a tree. “That ones Milo,” Hazel said. I barked out a laughter, watching as it continued to run into the trunk over and over again. Suddenly, I was looking forward to my chicken filled nights and poop filled mornings. Hazel, by my side.