Night Time
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They were the fireworks in the velvet dark, the blaze that dared to light up the night. Even though the beast was now slayed by the knights of blood, it left a lingering worry inside of Vox’s head. It was a victory that left Vox feeling shaky, sweaty, and filled with anxiety.
It was a feeling that Vox didn’t understand, but he cared so much about his little lover.
Much to his surprise, Vox woke up scared, sweating, and he immediately looked at the younger man laying beside him. Berwick was still fast asleep, albeit he woke up when Vox brushed a hand through his black locks. Berwick woke up, looking at a sweaty Vox beside him. Glancing at the window, Berwick looked back at Vox with a huff escaping his lips.
“What time do you call this, Vox? It’s pitch black outside,” he complained as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Are you having a nightmare or something?” Berwick asked. The lad knew Vox better than anyone else.
“You could say that,” cackled Vox. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing to worry about,” he put. “It was just a silly dream – I don’t think I can fall back to sleep again though,” he mentioned.
“It must have been something bad,” answered Berwick with a frown appearing over his rims. He moved closer to Vox, till their bodies were touching. “What did you dream about? Was it the battle last night with that spirit thing, you can tell me you know?”
“Well, yeah. I had a dream where this enemy killed you and I was all alone,” admitted Vox. “It sounds silly, I know, but it really terrified me.”
Wow, Vox really did sound silly right now, but Berwick tried his very best not to laugh. Vox was usually very level-headed and would face any danger in the service of his great cause. At the moment, however, Vox never seemed like himself…perhaps due to his feelings for Berwick.
“That…was your dream?” Berwick scoffed at first, “You know I’d never let anything kill me or you, Voxy,” smiled Berwick. See, there was that smile again! “Maybe we should quit fighting and continue our lives as a couple if it’s scaring you that much,” he shrugged at the thought.
Vox liked that idea a lot, “Maybe we should,” he said.
“Yeah, we can just quit.”
Turning almanbahis around so his back was facing Berwick, Vox frowned. “But we just can’t,” he muttered. “We can’t quit because everyone depends on us; I can’t let the team do it all by themselves. They won’t be able to survive without us.”
Cuddling up with Vox from behind, Berwick nuzzled his face into Vox’s shoulder as his front touched Vox’s back. The younger male looked at Vox’s hair, and the dark-haired male whispered into Vox’s ear. “Don’t worry about the team; keep your focus on me,” wished Berwick.
“I can’t help it, I do want to be with you and to stop fighting,” admitted Vox. “But I can’t just abandon the team because I hold a great responsibility.” It wasn’t easy being the leader of a group…
“We can wake up every morning and just be together all day,” encouraged Berwick. “Well, does that sound comforting?”
Vox smiled in return, “I’ll think about it.”
Hugging Vox from behind, Berwick started to kiss Vox’s neck while a nimble hand caressed his upper arm. “I hope you decide to agree, Voxy,” mumbled Berwick lovingly with a snuggled head against Vox’s strong shoulder.
Vox placed a hand upon Berwick’s before glancing over his shoulder at the dark-haired lad, “Should I get a drink?” Vox questioned as he rose out of bed.
Berwick nodded, laying there sleepy as he awaited his lover’s return. The kitchen was just around the corner from the bedroom, no stairs involved. Vox was preparing a glass of whatever was easiest to make at this time of the morning. Water, just water.
Two glasses of water were set on the bedside table, but Vox just left them there unattended.
Remembering the nightmare on his way back into the bedroom, Vox crawled back into bed and nuzzled up to Berwick. He threw the duvet over his face, thus concealing himself from all the elements in the room. What caught Berwick by surprise was how needy Vox was right now, and all Berwick could do was be there for him in his time of need. “It’s not going to happen, Voxy; it was just a dream,” Berwick called to mind.
“…But what if it happens?”
“You don’t need to worry; it will not happen if we just stop battling,” Berwick cuddled closely.
“Well, I can’t go back to almanbahis giriş sleep,” whimpered Vox. “I don’t want to sleep tonight.”
“That’s not what I had in mind,” smirked Berwick. “There are other things we can do at this hour.”
“Are you hinting at something?”
“It’s three in the morning, I want you to fall asleep somewhen…so why don’t I just get you off?” Berwick suggested, bumping his pointy nose into Vox’s. An eager hand slipped into the male’s boxers, feeling his manhood. “This will make you go to sleep and have a good dream about me,” he smirked.
Albeit sleepy, Berwick’s hand went a little further beneath Vox’s testicles, as he soon slipped a finger into his puckered anus. Berwick still smirked, watching Vox’s face blush a tad at the feel of his middle finger sliding into his orifice. It started with a twinging feeling, all until this middle finger touched Vox’s prostate.
A nimble finger pressed into Vox’s sweet spot, “That’s amazing,” gasped an eager Vox. Berwick used his available hand and gently massaged Vox’s muscled chest, in an attempt to relax the tense male.
It was dark under the covers, and Vox could faintly see Berwick beside him…especially his two shiny horns. Looking down at Berwick penetrating him, the male smiled at the pleasing finger. He relaxed his legs, raising a leg for Berwick in the process. Vox was laying on one side, Berwick in his arms as he felt the younger male doing wonders below his waist.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured.
Even though this was tired sex, Berwick picked up his pace and continued to slide his finger inward and then out of Vox’s anus. His orifice was tight, albeit he was relaxed enough. Berwick was laying down next to Vox, his head resting on the male’s shoulder as his nimble finger kept on with the dirty work.
“Do you want me to add in a second finger?” Berwick asked.
“…Yes,” he answered.
Prepping his anus for Berwick’s next finger. Widening the hole a little, two of Berwick’s fingers went in and forced through those tight inner walls together, filling the tired Vox. Tender with speed, Berwick’s fingers teased Vox’s prostate, stroking it gently.
This left Vox squirming for release, “Do more!” Vox screeched.
“How about this?” almanbahis yeni giriş Berwick placed his available hand on Vox’s erect cock, tugging with songmic rhythm.
“Oh yes…do that,” replied Vox.
Pushing his head back into the pillow, Vox could feel his thighs beginning to tremble at the feel of Berwick teasing his intimate parts. The mushroom head of his manhood already glowed a bright crimson due to the fingering…and Berwick touching his penis.
“Maybe you should use your mouth,” he suggested with a smirk.
“That’s a great idea, Voxy,” answered a keen Berwick. The boy was so young, naive, and he’d do anything to make Vox happy.
Licking his dry lips (lips are chapped at 3am), Berwick parted his lips as he moved his head south. Berwick embraced Vox’s hard erect penis with his mouth, suckling up and down. Inhaling the strong musk, Berwick took in as many inches as he could.
Closing his eyes, Vox moaned out in pleasure at the feel of Berwick’s warm mouth and soft lips. Even at this time of the morning, Berwick did a good job at giving a blow job. Vox gripped a fistful of Berwick’s black hair, messing up his neat ponytail in the process. He gave a gentle push on Berwick’s head, encouraging the boy to take every inch of his erect penis until the boy’s nose was planted in his blue pubic hair (what? it would be blue down there).
“You really know how to please me, Berwick,” cooed Vox. “How does your mouth always feel so good?”
Even though this was a pleasurable thing, Vox still remembered the nightmare he had and this caused all sorts of anxiety to bloom. He started to think about the dream he had, and he immediately stopped Berwick from what he was doing down there. Vox raised his torso and gave Berwick a hug, enveloping his arms around the boy’s collar. He buried his face into Berwick’s shoulder.
“I care about you so much,” he sniffled. “I don’t want you to fight any more, okay? It’s too dangerous out there for you; I should have never let you into the group but I’m so glad I met you,” stated Vox.
Gently hugging back, Berwick listened to every word. Pleasuring him wasn’t enough, it couldn’t take the pain away that Vox felt from this nightmare.
All Berwick could say in response was, “Sure, if it makes you happy. But what about you? You need to leave the group as well,” he replied. “Do you want me to stop?”
Simply nodding at Berwick’s question, “All I want to do is hug you all night,” answered Vox.
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