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He was here.
He said he would come, and now he’s here. I almost couldn’t believe it. His white hair framed his face, lips pulled into a nervous smile.
“Well?” He asked. “Going to let me in?”
His question snapped me back into reality, and I moved to the side to give him space to get in. He floated to his feet, gently touching down on my floor. Casper was taller than I had expected, definitely taller than me. He fell onto my bed, likely exhausted. I didn’t hesitate, falling on top of him. Colour returned to his pale face, reacting to my obvious advances.
His hair painted the sheets of my bed, and his breath hitched. Our eyes locked, and mine flickered to his lips. I made contact, breathing in his scent. Surprisingly sweet, like hibiscus and must. I pulled myself back from his lips.
“Someone’s eager?” He teased.
“Yeah, shut it,” I told him, “not like you’re heading out fast.”
He didn’t counter, instead opting to place a hand behind my head, pulling me in for another kiss.
“Your lips are soft,” he blushed, pulling away again.
“Do you want to talk, or do you want to kiss me,” I asked him.
The position I had put him in was precarious on its own, my body on top of his, heat exchanging. He pulled his head from the bed, holding onto my body as he flipped me over, reversing us. Before I could protest, he grabbed my wrists and pushed them above me.
“Can’t I do both, Sunshine?” he asked.
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. He moved his lips to meet mine again, taking his time. His mouth moved to my face and my neck, leaving light marks on every inch of skin he could find. My body felt like it was exploding from anticipation, and I could feel him growing eager on top of me as well.
“Wait,” I paused and shuffled out from under him, “did you bring. . . protection?”
I couldn’t be sure, as over the last week we had established that we were both inexperienced. I knew for sure I didn’t have anything in my apartment, but I was secretly hoping he would have had the foresight to prepare for this.
“Protection?” he questioned. “Why? What’s coming? I swear if someone is trying to hurt you-”
“What? No,” I stopped him, “what are you talking about? You know what I mean, like-” I brought my voice down to a whisper, even though we were alone, “Like condoms?”
Oh. He mouthed.
“I mean, we don’t have to do anything, I just want to make sure we’re covered, just in case,” I rambled. “I mean, we haven’t even established- you’re not exactly human- do you know if you even could, yknow-”
His face went red up to his ears, hiding his mouth behind his jacket sleeve.
“What? Of course I can. . . yknow-” he mimicked an explosion, and I laughed. He scowled at me.
His face turned serious. “However,” he redirected, “I did not bring ‘protection’, as you say. Minor oversight.”
I tried to hide my disappointment, but it must have shown through.
He studied my face before leaning in, and giving me another kiss.
“Not that I don’t want to,” he reassured me, his face strained. “It is taking all of my free will not to take you right here, despite the fact.”
I believed him, fully. Not only because he couldn’t lie, that would be too easy. I could feel his desire, pressing on me, making it just as difficult to resist him as well.
He pushed his body off of me, landing beside me and planting a kiss on my forehead.
“If I don’t stop now-” he trailed off. “I think I need a cold shower.”
Casper sat up, and I led him to the bathroom, not that the apartment was that big in the first place.
“Are you sure you don’t need help in there,” I teased.
His eyes pierced my soul, telling me not to push it, but his cheeks turned bright red and pouty, telling me that yes, he would like that very much. His mouth didn’t answer. I took that as a no.
Casper showered, and I changed into pyjama shorts and a tank top. I made the bed and quickly did a room check, making sure to hide anything that could be embarrassing. The room cleared and cleaned, Casper emerged from the bathroom, hair dripping but still in his original clothes. It occurred to me that he might not be able to retrieve his old things.
The man looked me over, possibly making sure I was still very much real and here.
“Will we need to go shopping?” I asked him.
“Sorry?”
“Your clothes,” I asked him, “Do you need pyjamas and such?”
His mind seemed to be somewhere else.
“Not to worry, Sunshine,” he told me, “I can have my things here any time I need.” As if to prove his point, he turned around and retrieved a backpack, with his pink axolotl sitting atop. I’ve learned not to question these things. Casper receded to the bathroom to change again, and I waited in bed. We spent the night talking and sharing stories of our life, things we wanted to do, and places we wanted to see until I eventually fell asleep to him telling stories of the underworld.
-=-***-=-
I drifted awake, my window still dark. Everything was silent, except. . .
“Casper?” I called for him. I could hear his shuffling back and forth as if he couldn’t rest his mind.
“Sorry, Sunshine,” he apologized, “did I wake you?”
“It’s fine,” I told him, flicking on my lamp. “Is everything okay?”
“Fine, fine, probably this new bed,” he said.
“Is that it?” I asked him, getting close and picking up his hand.
“It’s nothing to worry you with,” he told me.
“Did something bad happen?”
“No it’s just-” he sighed, “You really do ask a lot of questions. I can’t stop thinking about what will happen- to me, to you too. If they find us.”
“If who finds us?”
“My boss, my creator, whatever you want to call them.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Oh indeed. It’s nothing that we can help, it’s just my heart won’t seem to settle.”
My mind raced. I couldn’t imagine losing him, especially after the last week, and tonight especially. There’s nothing we can do but wait, and hope for the best. I turned my mind to ways I could help him calm down, right now. My head flipped through different things and seemed to settle on something I had read on the internet months ago. My pulse started racing at the thought.
I took his hands. “I can’t help fix that for you, but I can try to relieve some of this stress you’re feeling. Make you feel a little better, at least.”
“How do you intend to do that,” he asked me as I made my way up from the bed.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, ignoring his question. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.
“More than anything,” he told me.
I rested my hand on his cheek, letting him kiss me. My hands reached for his shirt, resting on his chest and moving down his body. I felt him jolt, electricity running through him. His body tensed as my hands landed on his thighs.
“What are you-” he studdered, not finishing the thought.
“Is this okay?” I asked him, moving my hand to between his thighs, resting above his pants. His body twitched at my touch.
“Sunshine,” he let out a whimper as I moved my hand around, feeling him out. “Of course, please- oh fuck,”
I was not expecting him to be this receptive to me. His voice was making me crazy, pushing me to keep going further. I eased his pants down his legs and off of him, pulling his legs off the side of the bed and taking a spot in front of him on the floor.
His hands found my hair, holding on for dear life. Ironic. I worked my hands on top of his boxers, his erect cock making a tent-like structure. I made sure to go slow and tease him just enough, despite my urgers to do more to him. His whines and moans filled the room, head thrown back in pleasure.
“I haven’t even started touching you for real,” I teased him, soaking in every bit of his voice. The thought of more to come made him shiver throughout his entire body.
“Don’t make fun of me,” he moaned through gritted teeth, “how can you expect me to keep myself off of you when you look this fucking sexy.”
“Your own damn fault for not thinking ahead,” I told him, my hands moving to his hips, lining the outline of his boxers.
“God, please,” he begged, “you’re so fucking good at this.”
My brain flooded with endorphins from the complement. I pushed my hands into his boxers, feeling around for him. I pulled them down, exposing his erect cock. Similar to his height, there was more than expected. His face flooded with a deep rose colour as he watched me spit into my hands, using that to make it easier to work on him.
I stroked him up and down, moans filling the room, some possibly being my own, I wasn’t completely sure, my body heating up.
Once I was satisfied with my hands, I switched out with my mouth. I licked up the side of his cock, his body twitching and whines escaping his lips. I used my tongue to tease the tip, working him until I tasted precum.
“Fucking hell- what the fuck,” he whined, running his hand through my hair. “Oh fuck, Sunshine, don’t stop.”
I had no intention to stop. Instead, I took his full length in my mouth, all at once. His piercing red eyes met mine as I pulled in and out, sucking and licking him.
“You’re so pretty,” he moaned, “taking it all in, fuck sunshine, I think I’m gonna-”
His hand pushed my head in and out, keeping my pace and lighting my body on fire. Casper shook down to his core, his eyes rolling back into his head. He convulsed, a moan escaping his lips, as hot cum shot down the back of my throat. I swallowed as his body pulsed, his hands still running through my hair. I sat there, on my knees, watching the beautiful exposed man try to collect himself.
Once he finally managed to come back to reality, he rested his eyes on mine.
“How the fuck did you learn to-” he stopped his question. “Sunshine, that was so good. You’re beautiful. Holy fucking hell.”
He pulled his hand back to run it through his own hair before collecting his clothes and redressing.
“Come here,” he told me.
I obliged, sitting back on the bed beside him. He kissed me, hard, holding on.
“How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he asked me.
“I’m the one dating the Grim Reaper,” I told him, before releasing I had just assumed our relationship.
“Dating?” He smirked.
“Sorry- I mean, I just-” I stuttered.
“I’m teasing. Of course, Sunshine, there’s nothing I want more in the world. Only to be yours. Your Grim Reaper. Your heart and soul.”
I fell into him, pushing him back on the bed. We fell asleep like that, Casper falling first, as my theory had been right. I held on to him as I fell asleep, never wanting to let go.