I'm so glad that you're enjoying your time here ! ^__^ &Whew, that Tokoyami scenario started out really cute & now I'm blushing up a storm ! >///
Ahh, I’m so glad you got back to me and wanted more!! I felt kinda bad leaving it as it was– but I’m also really glad I did, because I feel that this came out much better for it!
I hope this was alright– Tokoyami is such a poetic character that I find him both far too easy and far too difficult to write for, y’know? He’s very gothic in his demands– and I find that, when writing him, he wants to focus on the foreplay as opposed to the actual penetration– much more like my partner than me, haha!!
Oh! And for anyone who’s interested, here’s part 1~!
“I wasn’t sure what had awoken me, at first.” Fumikage’s breath brushed across your trimmed pubes as he began to recall the events that had lead him here. That had gifted him with this opportunity, with the chance to watch you shudder as he teased your clit with a soft ghosting nudge of his beak. Though he was resigned, despondently so, to restraint himself from actually tasting your sweet delight, there were still plenty of ways he could bring you over the edge. “And then, once I knew, I wasn’t sure I was awake at all.”
“Don’t—“ Your voice broke under another shuddering gasp, a tear welling up slightly in the crease of your left eyes, as the daring digits still within you teased your textured inner wall. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Fear not, I have not forgotten.” Fumikage withdrew a little as he spoke, and with the extra distance, you found it easy to identify where his mouth an nostrils were positioned— the funnelling effect of a beak, and it’s difference to that of a human maw, had it’s benefits. With the next tender quote, though barely more than a whisper, two seperate streams brushed against you clit and labia. “You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
The quote, or the breath accompanying it, sent your hips arching up until your soaking sex found itself dragging along the bridge of a beak.
Though Fumikage murmured an expletive under his breath, the exact words escaped you as you found yourself floundering by the fantastic friction Fumikage’s face unexpected provided. Though you could not see it, Dark Shadow could feel the stunned silence freezing Fumikage in place. As the feathers atop Fumikage’s head quivered excitedly, and your hips continued their hypnotic humping rhythm, Dark Shadow seized the opportunity presented before him.
Shadowy shapes sneaked up your legs, the teasing tendrils wrapping around your thigh as they trickled closer and closer to their goal. Wrapping around your calves, brushing his own beak under the curve of your knee; Dark Shadow stole the sensations Fumikage would never relinquish otherwise. The taste of your skin, given to a dark flick of his tongue, and the soft brush of your barely regrown leg hairs—
To any other man, Dark Shadow pondered, perhaps the pure humanity of your form would have been more of a deterrent than a desire. Fumikage, however, in all of his self-control, restrained more than his own consciousness. More than his own self— for more than one rested beneath his thumb.
But, as the tickling sensation served only to strengthened your spasms, Fumikage awoke from his awed state. As Dark Shadow crept closer, his crow-headed companion corrected his control over his quirk. And, in turn, the hissing protest of Dark Shadow’s retreat, brought a semblance of supervision back to you, as well.
“A-ah,” If your voice had been shaky before, it now was irrevocably quivering. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—“
Fumikage floundered for words; you could tell from the way his beak spasmed open and close against your thigh. The bedsheets were uncomfortably damp against the small of your back, forever soaked with your sweat you suspected— you would have to buy him some new covers soon. You doubted the smell would ever come out.
(Though you would carry through with the silent promise, Fumikage never deposed of the bedding. Rather, the scent served as an excellent companion on the nights you could not. The perfect nesting material for the coldest reaches of the loneliest nights.)
“Never apologise for showing feeling.” Fumikage finally spoke, dragging his beak away from your sex. The motion painted a slick trail up your chest, between your breasts, until you found the dark eyes of your lover bearing into your own. “When you do so, you apologise for the truth.”
There was a glint to his eye, a sign of self-doubt that hindered his fingers with hesitation. A touch of tenderness curled your lips into a smile, and you pressed a soft series of butterfly kisses onto his beak. The salty tang of your own juices did little to deter your appraisal of touches that fluttered along with your heart.
It was a flickering feeling that was contagious, Fumikage decided. For as your own palms pushed the hem of his night shorts softly down, until they slipped of his hips with little more than the rustling of silk, his own heart hummed in harmony with yours. And as your palm playfully pressed down against his aching dick, selflessly providing pleasurable pressure, Fumikage became thankful for the quotes that never failed to float around his head.
Forming his own words was a far greater struggle, in a situation like this. He was a hero, not a poet— he could not do these emotions justice on his own.
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn—“ A chocked moan split his sentence in half, and if awe had halted him before, Fumikage was in a desperate daze of desire as you pushed him back on the bed. A single on of your hands upon his chest, your loved noted, was more powerful than that of a weight a thousand swings from an enemy. Even as a few feathers fell out of line, and his toes brushed the base of his pillow, Fumikage found the thighs straddling his hips to be an unyielding prison.
Another round of kisses rained down upon his face, your nose brushing up his feathers as your wet folds dragged up his groin, and your ears were gifted with yet another restrained groan of relief. This shower was shorter than the last, however, but when you pulled back to utter your next words, Fumikage found himself in a far worse position following.
“Is just to love.” You reached down to grasped, to guide, his dick until the head was pressed promisingly against your entrance. “And be loved in return.”
Words could not describe the way you made him feel, now, pressing your hips down until it seemed as though his whole world was enveloped in your wet, pulsating warmth. Not those of his own, nor those of another, could describe the ecstasy each fluttering of your eyelids aroused within him. The way your eyes glazed over, and your insides clenched around his throbbing dick, as his balls found themselves pressed up against your backside.
Your stomach flexed before his eyes, candlelight setting your skin aflame, as you began a pace of your own astride him. There was little Fumikage could to but gasp from beneath you, grasp your luscious hips between his fingers, as you slowly took your pleasure from him; a seductress had awoken above him. The skull’s eyes, from atop his beside table, seemed to flicker in the candle light; a silent agreement.
Months later, Fumikage would admit it was inexperience that drew him to a finish so soon, so submissively. Sessions later, you would discover the dominating leer Dark Shadow displayed emerged with experience from with Fumikage as well. Control would be his, once he was assured in his knowledge, once he decreed himself properly learned, but for now—
For now Fumikage let you guide him through your body, let you teach him the way you liked to be treated. Tender treatment turned desperate as the minutes passed; and, after a frustrated plea, Fumikage found his own hips heeding your instructions— pounding up into your heat, meeting every thrust of your own, in a pleasurable haze that tipped you over the edge. Regretfully after himself, but Fumikage noted it was not by much.
He would improve, for you.
For now, though, Fumikage caught your body before it could collapse, gently laying you down onto his chest as you both took a moment together. To recover.
Now, Fumikage smiled, nuzzling into your cheek. Now he had his own studying to do.
