Winter

[petty_dabbler]

The winter was miserable. John was tired of the cold. He grumbled as he gathered wood and stoked the fire, magic making it blaze to chase away the morning chill as quickly as possible. He made his tea and smoked his pipe and waited for Winter to turn up. Sometimes he slept late, sometimes John never heard him duck out to bother the chickens or gather dawn mushrooms.

John had a thought and smiled to himself. The midwinter preparations would be well underway in the King's Realm. Maybe he could convince the pixie to come to the market with him.

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[winter_wisp]

Winter just stood and watched at first, before realizing he should do the same. He stripped eagerly, tossing his things into a pile in the corner before climbing onto the bed.

"You have art on your skin," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John looked down at himself. At the tattoos he'd borne for years.

"This one was my first," he said, pointing to a simple pentacle on his wrist.

[winter_wisp]

"I like it," Winter said softly. "I like them all, I think."

[petty_dabbler]

"You can touch them if you like," John said.

Before Winter could, he moved to lay down in bed. The bed was huge and piled with pillows and blankets that he'd pushed into a sort of nest. He straightened it only enough to make room for Winter, too.

[winter_wisp]

Winter lay down beside him, not shy at all about touching and exploring.

"I have no art, but you can touch," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John's hands were warm as he began to explore the shape of him.

"You seem so fragile," he said in wonder.

[winter_wisp]

"I'm not fragile at all," Winter insisted, moving to climb half-atop John.

[petty_dabbler]

"And rather strong while you're at it," John smiled, settling comfortably beneath him.

He raised a warm hand to contour to the curve of his shoulder and tug him closer.

"Kiss me again," he said, lifting a little to meet him.

[winter_wisp]

Winter kissed him soundly, excited to be near and touched.

"You are lovely," he whispered.

[petty_dabbler]

John smiled against his kiss, his hands clutching to keep him close.

"Flattery will get you everything,c he said softly.

[winter_wisp]

"I want you," Winter purred.

[petty_dabbler]

"You can have everything you want, love," John said.

Then his hand slid down and he grabbed Winter's ass to make his point.

[winter_wisp]

"Then I want to be with you. I want to be one with you," Winter said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

John was eager, and desperately willing, but something made him pause.

"Have you? Before? Ever?" he asked.

[winter_wisp]

"Had intercourse? Yes. When I was younger. Once with my kin, once... Um..."

He trailed off, not wanting to think on Aspid.

"I am not pure, if that's your fear, John," he said quietly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Then I won't worry about shocking you," he smiled.

He pulled Winter close and kissed him, his hands feeling him everywhere he could touch.

John was hardly celebrate, but the older he got, the less often the opportunity arose.

[winter_wisp]

Winter moaned against his lips, rutting lightly against him, hard and wanting now.

[petty_dabbler]

"How do you want me? What do you like?" John asked.

He rutted against Winter in kind, struggling for contact and friction. John was already hot blooded, but his touch against Winter's skin was much warmer than usual.

[winter_wisp]

"I don't know," Winter confessed. "I don't... I have no preference, I just need you."

[petty_dabbler]

John wrapped his arms around him and rolled, pushing Qinter onto his back. John moved then, on a knee and both hands so he could map the pixie's warm skin with kisses, with soft flicks of his tongue.

"I want you beyond reason," he said softly. "I've wanted to hear my name on your lips, dripping with need..."

The words broke against his skin and melted away as John moved lower.

[winter_wisp]

Winter let out a little gasp, trembling beneath John's lips.

"John," he whispered, saying the man's nape like a prayer as he stretched out beneath him on the bed.

[petty_dabbler]

Hearing it made him gasp, made him breathe the sweet scent of the pixie in deep. The smell of him was dizzying.

He'd never wanted anyone so bad.

He kissed his way lower, licking the taut skin over his hips and the tender insides of his thighs. Only when Winter squirmed a little too much did he part his lips and swallow him down.

[winter_wisp]

Winter cried out in surprise, bucking up and panting softly. This was new, but he didn't dare say so. He didn't want John to stop.

[petty_dabbler]

John moved on him, memorizing every inch of him. He quickly found what made Winter tighten up in the best ways and he went just slow enough to keep him there.

[winter_wisp]

"Please," Winter panted, fingers tangling tight in John's hair as he arched towards him. "Need you, John."