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petty_dabbler) wrote2022-12-17 11:56 am
petty_dabbler) wrote2022-12-17 11:56 am
Winter
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.
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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John was so warm, so gentle... His touch made Winter feel new. Untouched and lovely.
"I love you," the pixie whispered, nervous to say the words aloud.
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"Oh, and I love you dearly, Winter," he said softly.
Only when he was certain Winter wouldn't be hurt sid he shift and move the pixie a bit so he could guide himself in. Slowly. Carefully. Doing his best to watch Winter's face, when really he wanted to close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure of it.
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Winter let out a choked sound that soon faded to a moan, his whole body moving with John's as they became one for a brief moment.
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John kept close, every thrust pulling them closer. He took Winter's cock in hand and pulled in time.
"Come apart for me, love," he said, his voice rough and low.
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Winter fumbled a bit as he tried to catch hold of John, fingers digging into the man's shoulders as he came with a sharp cry of pleasure- As though it was almost too much for him.
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John choked back a grunt as he spilled moments later, slowly going still and holding Winter with a heavy, dead arm.
He could hear the pixie's heartbeat. He could hear the rhythm of his breath. In the silence of the room it was like a symphony, the beat carried by the crackling fire.
"I have wanted you for so long," he admitted quietly.
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"Truly?" Winter asked quietly, still breathless and skin still flushed and bright.
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John shifted and moved up to pull him close.
"Truly," he said. "I'm too old for the chase, so I'm glad you said something."
He chuckled softly, even as he kissed him.
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John slipped free and Winter curled up against him, settling in close- Just as his potion wore off.
He shrank with a pop, letting out a surprised sound.
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John gasped and startled, but only moved back an inch. It took a heartbeat to realize what happened and he chuckled warmly.
"I was going to tell you not to take up the whole bed tonight, but..." he said with a smile.
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Winter fluttered around then eventually settled on the pillow.
"Sorry," he squeeked.
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"Get yourself warm and settled," he said, doing the same for himself.
He nestled into his pillow, then waved a hand through the air to put out all the candles and encourage the hearth to last til morning.
"Good night, love," he smiled, looking at the little creature.
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"Goodnight, John," Winter whispered.