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Harsh, icy winds rustle the snowy trees of the Cacao Kingdom’s forest. The nearing season of blizzards were creeping upon the Cacao Kingdom, and would without doubt cause mayhem and chaos. None of that mattered to the remaining presence in the forest–even with the dangers of frostbite, or worse, starvation. You may ask who; none other than the infamously traitorous prince, the preclaimed holder of the strawberry jam sword, Dark Choco Cookie. In the nearby icy forest, he silently scavenges for hunt, awaiting a fellow rabbit to come along his path; or perhaps even a deer. The distant howl of a cream wolf sends a slight creep down the man; he wasn't quite fond of them himself. A vague memory of him attempting to nourish a wild cream wolf with fresh meat–as a young prince–pops into his mind, making his face redden ever so slightly in embarrassment. (or perhaps simply just in disappointment) He ended up getting bit that day.
Finding shelter was quite tricky, though, the ex-prince doesn't take much thought to where he camps–but still has standards! After searching for an extended period of time, he ends up in a secluded area in the forest, mainly surrounded by trees and bushes coated with blankets of snow. The sound of his footsteps against the soft snow packed ground are almost unintelligible as he begins to set up camp. He settles his sleeping bag on the ground, along with starting up a bonfire. Dark Choco hoped the sounds of his movements wouldn't alert any predators. The soft crackle of the fire sets some ambience, letting Dark Choco put his guard down just a bit–if it weren't for those god-damned cream wolves. Howling echoes through the night, though, oddly enough; there only seems to be a singular wolf. Pausing for a moment, his ears strain to hear any further movement or animal noises.
Howl.
This cream wolf sounded off. It could be described as eerie, yes, though, his gut feeling told Dark Choco to settle in a more discreet place. Panicked thoughts fill his head, weighing the situation. I’ve spent at least 30 minutes finding this spot… Though a cream wolf could probably hunt me down in 10. Despite everything, he decides to stay.
The lingering howls and whines of a cream wolf grows increasingly closer, causing Dark Choco’s blood to run cold. Was he really getting hunted? Don't hurt it. If anything, I'm in its territory. The thought of hurting another soul–human or not–made Dark Choco frown slightly. Memories of lashing out at people (whether they deserved it or not) flood his mind. He shakes off the thought, sensing an… odd, yet familiar presence near. Squinting into the dark void of the forest, he spots…nothing. The pale snout of a cream wolf peeks out of a bush, far, but somewhat in his line of sight... As the cream wolf slowly prowls closer, Dark Choco tenses before slowly backing away, not wanting to provoke the animal further. What he didn't expect was for the animal to lunge at him.
Is this it? Is this really my fate?...IS WHAT A NORMAL PERSON WOULD THINK..
The creature upon him barked and wagged its tail, almost…playful? Now gazing upon the cream wolf with more lighting…it looked ever so slightly.. blue. He awkwardly gazes up at the cream wolf, eye slightly widening in shock. Blink. The god-damned wolf is gone. A confused sound escapes Dark Choco, close to a grunt. What the hell was that?–was the first thing that popped into his thoughts. As he moves to sit near the crackling fire once more, his mind races, trying to see if he was hallucinating–or worse–having a dream. Running a hand through his hair, he sighs, rubbing his eyes with the other. This night couldn't get any worse, it'll be fine…
His thoughts are interrupted by another presence, dangerously close. His eye snaps open, focusing intently upon the shadows. The blue cream wolf reappears, letting out a cackle–close to a hyena’s. Huh. Dark Choco didn't know they could cackle. His eye widens as the cream wolf begins to morph in front of him, bones cracking as they rearrange. The sickening sound of flesh tearing and mending fills the air as Dark Choco watches in shock, swallowing audibly. Not long after–what was left of the cream wolf–was now yours truly, Shadow Milk Cookie. An annoyed grumble escapes Dark Choco’s lips at the sight of his nemesis. Of course.
“Well! Lookie what we’ve got here…” Shadow milk's voice calls out, screeching against Dark Choco’s ears.
Dark Choco’s frown grows deeper,”..What do you want? I don't have all night for your tricks.”
Another eerie cackle escapes the jester as he approaches, his footsteps against the soft snow growing closer,”Now, now! Let's turn that frown upside down. Let's play a game, a guessing game! Fun, amiright? What do YOU think I'm here for?”
An awkward silence fills the air.
Shadow milk lets out a dramatic sigh, striking a dramatic pose. He exclaims,”Oh boo-hoo! You're such a party pooper!.. Fine! I suppose I'll give you the answer…”
Shadow Milk grows closer with each step, chattering on about…Something.
Sensing the other man's ignorance, the jester waves his hand rapidly in the knight's view of sight. A slight scowl flashes upon Shadow Milk’s face before turning back into his usual grin. Using a hand to tilt Dark Choco’s face down, he looks him straight in the eye.
“Not listening to me either? Very rude of you, yaknow?” A smirk grows upon Shadow milk’s face as he speaks, his voice dramatic and singsong.
Startled at the sudden contact, Dark Choco pushes Shadow Milk’s hand away. Shadow Milk lets out a playful yelp, pulling his hand back. The sight of him retreating a few steps backwards brings Dark Choco a bit of comfort. The crimson gaze of the knight burns into the jester, analyzing his every movement. Noticing his intense gaze, Shadow Milk lets out a cackle, throwing his head back in a fit of mad laughter. His laugh echoes through the woods, making a shiver of discomfort crawl down Dark Choco’s spine. Shadow Milk lets out final chuckles and occasional gasps for breath–after laughing THAT hard–his gaze locking back onto Dark Choco.
“Always SOOO defensive, are ya? You can trust me!... Hah, even I know that's a CRUMMY lie!” Shadow Milk lets out a giggle at his own joke, staring intently at Dark Choco.
Dark Choco’s eyes narrow before breaking contact with Shadow Milk, hesitantly looking away. He solemnly replies,”... Trustworthy is far from a word I would use to describe you.”
Shadow Milk approaches once more, though a tad bit faster than before. Dark Choco–of course–stands his ground, standing straight and tall. At least a couple inches remain between them. Dark Choco gets a tad bit anxious about the closeness (obviously because that's a beast). Shadow Milk notices his discomfort, smirking. He gets even closer, stepping into his personal space. Dark Choco finally gives in, taking a few steps back.
“Hmmm, haven't you missed me at all? It's been absolutely dreadful to be away from one of my favorite toys for so long!" Shadow milk coos, his voice both teasing and amused.
Dark Choco lets out a scoff, a surprisingly arrogant move for such a quiet man. His voice is low, close to a grumble,”.. I don't believe you.”
Shadow Milk’s grin falters slightly–out of annoyance? Anger? Dark Choco can't tell–before returning to Shadow Milk’s original, eerie grin.
The jester retorts,”Me? Lying? Of course I do, but when it comes to you? Well, yes! Though playing with you is the remark of my day!”
Ending his sentence with a wink, he continues to approach, looking up at the taller man. The silence is deafening as they stare each other down, their eyes meeting in a tense rivalry–or perhaps just tension. Dark Choco gives up, looking away with a firm twist of his head. His breath fogs in the cold, frosty air. Shadow Milk grabs his chin, forcing his face back towards his.
“Ah-ah-ah! No looking away from me.” Shadow Milk remarks, his words trailing off with a threatening undertone.
Reluctantly locking gazes with Shadow Milk, an involuntary shutter escapes Dark Choco. Not many could catch Dark Choco off guard–which is a lie, he does get startled easily–but that's NOT THE POINT. Cough cough..
A simple spark flies between their gazes, Dark Choco’s breath catching for just a moment. Shadow Milk takes the opportunity, pulling the taller man down and firmly smooching him. He playfully nips at Dark Choco’s lower lip, a small groan escaping the other man. Dark Choco’s lips part without another thought, allowing their tongues to tangle. The kiss is hungry, lustful, and desperate. As their slick tongues collide and fight for dominance, Shadow Milk slowly–yet noticeably–gently beckons Dark Choco backwards, his back eventually colliding with the rough oak of a towering tree. The knight hesitantly places his hands up on the jesters shoulders, his eye fluttering open to see Shadow Milk’s wide open ones. Dark Choco instinctively pulls back, a little freaked out. His warm puffs of breath cloud the icy air.
“...Stop.. Stop staring at me like that.” His voice creaks out, still out of breath from the kiss.
“Like what?” Shadow milk chimes back, feigned innocence in his voice.
“...Nothing.” Dark Choco gruffly replies.
His act of nonchalance is quickly shattered as Shadow Milk’s hands gently squeeze his bottom, earning a delightful blush on the knight's face. Before Dark Choco could protest further, Shadow milk entraps his mouth in another kiss, his own slick tongue delving deep inside of Dark Choco’s warm mouth. Shadow Milk’s hands roam teasingly over his armor, sending a shiver down Dark Choco’s spine. The deep taste of chocolate lingers inside of Dark Choco’s mouth, colliding with the taste of Shadow Milk’s–bitter with a sliver of sweetness. Breathing heavily through his nostrils, he clings to Shadow Milk, his own knees feeling weak and wobbly.
The kiss separates once more, a simple saliva string connecting the two. Dark Choco–flushed, pants and lets out low sounds of need. Shadow Milk smirks–panting–though much more composed than Dark Choco. Shadow Milk trails his lips in another direction, tracing a cold path of kisses from Dark Choco’s lips to the side of his neck. Dark Choco tilts his head back, his head resting on the tree behind him. His grip loosens on Shadow Milk, causing him to pause his kisses. The kisses come back rougher, his original nipping turning into bites–close to painful–yet still pleasurable. Dark Choco bites his lower lip, muffling a groan from escaping him as Shadow Milk continues to bite and suck at his neck.
He murmurs a curse, Shadow Milk’s ears perking up at the sound. He smirks, knowing it's his doing in making Dark Choco like this. Pathetic. Vulnerable. Utterly beautiful in his eyes. All the little imperfect things about Dark Choco–whether he tried to hide them or not–Shadow Milk would know. He loved each and every one of them. He loved exposing Dark Choco’s imperfections, seeing his true form instead of his facade of darkness. His insecurities. His fears. His favorite things. His preferences. His voice. His body. His everything. Though, if you asked Shadow Milk himself, you could hear more.
Without wasting any more precious time, Shadow Milk’s fingers move to slowly remove Dark Choco’s pants. His cold touch grazes Dark Choco’s bare hip, making the man shutter. His icy fingers continue to tread gently along the man's hips–slowly approaching the warm skin of his thighs. Shadow Milk’s mouth moves feverishly along the man's neck, his sharp teeth biting into Dark Choco’s rough skin. A soft groan escapes Dark Choco, his fingers digging into the jesters shoulders–a silent plea to continue. Taking the sign, Shadow Milk eagerly migrates his kisses back upwards, lips meeting again. The clink of a belt buckle, followed by the soft swoosh of leather pants, surprises the knight. The frigid air immediately attacks Dark Choco’s legs, making him shiver slightly. He separates the kiss, softly panting as he glares at Shadow Milk.
“...A warning would be nice” Dark Choco mutters, a slightly displeased scowl upon his features.
Shadow Milk giggles, a mischievous glint in his eye,”Well… What's a surprise without shock?”
Dark Choco opens his mouth to protest, being quickly shushed by a long, bony finger. His scowl grows deeper, a frown creasing upon his face. A deep blush clouds his face as Shadow Milk’s hand slowly moves to lazily stroke his softened cock. A choked gasp escapes Dark Choco, his hips bucking into the jesters touch. His hand movements are slow and deliberate, the pace close to both teasing and perfect. Soft shutters and pants escape the taller man, leaning his head back against the tree behind him. His skin flushes, a delightful warmth radiating off Dark Choco. Shadow Milk playfully squeezes Dark Choco’s hardening cock, earning a soft groan. He bites his lower lip, trembling ever so slightly. He was supposed to be a fearsome warrior–but now? Reduced to nothing more but.. a toy. The thought flies through Dark Choco’s mind, though gets tossed out the window as he feels the faint outline of Shadow Milk’s clothed erection pressed against his hip.
Barely a second passes before Dark Choco is grabbed by the collar, eventually beckoned onto his knees by the shorter man. He clumsily moves to sit onto his knees, the snow beneath him icy and causing a tingling numbness in his legs. He hesitantly looks up at Shadow Milk, meeting the other man’s gaze. Shadow milk lets out a soft hum of approval.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” Shadow Milk mockingly cooes.
Dark Choco swallows hard, hesitantly speaking up,”.. Just… Hurry.”
A smug chuckle escapes Shadow Milk,”Oh? You're demanding me now? How… Foolish! Just how I imagine you.”
Shadow Milk snaps his fingers, his own bodysuit–whatever he wears–deconstructing just enough for his cock to spring out. A soft whistle escapes Shadow Milk, stroking himself as he gazes down at Dark Choco. Pressing his cock against Dark Choco’s cheek, he smirks.
“Well, are you gonna behave? Open wide, bite down if it makes ya’ feel better.” He chuckles at his own remark, staring down at Dark Choco expectantly.
Dark Choco breaks eye contact, his gaze locking onto the now–towering erection above his face. He swallows audibly, feeling Shadow Milk’s pressuring gaze on him. Not wanting to show weakness, he pulls back slightly; just enough for his breath to ghost against the tip of Shadow Milk’s cock. He parts his lips, taking in the tip. His tongue swirls along the smooth surface, the slight bitter taste of Shadow Milk lingering in his mouth. Shadow Milk’s hand tangles in Dark Choco’s dark hair, signaling him to take more. Dark Choco’s hands move to Shadow Milk’s hips, stabilizing himself. Inch by inch, Dark Choco starts to take in more. By the time he's at the halfway mark, Shadow Milk is panting and pleased, almost disheveled.
Shadow Milk tugs on Dark Choco’s hair, easing the rest of his length down his throat. Dark Choco stays still, momentarily focusing on his unsteady breathing. Savoring the warm, perfect mouth wrapped around his cock, Shadow Milk slowly grinds into Dark Choco’s mouth. The tip of his cock continuously rubs against the back of Dark Choco’s throat, making him gag slightly. Dark Choco pulls back–Shadow Milk releasing his hair with a swift motion. The lewd, slick sound of his cock sliding out of Dark Choco’s mouth echoes in the silence. Soft panting fills the pregnant silence.
Shadow Milk hand shifts, cradling Dark Choco’s chin in his hands. Gripping his jaw lightly, he tilts his face up,”Can't take any more than that? Hm… No good, No good at all..”
The man below him rolls his eye(eye?..singular?), still catching his breath. The warm breath against Shadow Milk’s cock excites him further–already aching for more. Dark tendrils emerge from Shadow Milk, gently slithering around Dark Choco’s limbs–not quite restraining–though rather to guide. Dark Choco lets out a startled grunt as he’s lifted without struggle, squirming a bit. As he’s suspended mid-air, Shadow Milk’s tendrils place him back onto his sleeping bag–a better surface than snow. He lands onto the soft surface with a small huff, spreading his legs slightly.
Dark Choco mutters,”...Don't think this changes anything.”
“Without a doubt, Little Prince!” Shadow milk curtly replies.
Shadow Milk Eagerly pops between Dark Choco’s legs, their cocks brushing against each other. In reality–they were around the same length. Dark Choco wouldn't ever admit it, though, he could tell Shadow Milk’s cock was thicker than his own. Shadow Milk’s hands move to undo the clasps of Dark Choco’s chest plate, exposing his chest to the icy air. A soft shutter escapes the knight, arching slightly. Taking that as a hint to continue, the jester’s cold hands roam over Dark Choco's chest, pinching his nipples till perked and hardened. Muffling a gasp, Dark Choco bites down on his lower lip, his legs quivering just at the teasing.
Smirking, Shadow Milk lowers himself, his tongue leaving a smooth, wet trail along Dark Choco’s chest. He captures a nipple into his mouth, suckling lightly–his teeth ever so slightly grazing the sensitive bud. A soft sound escapes Shadow Milk, vibrating against Dark Choco's already-sensitive nipple. Releasing the bud, Shadow Milk trails wet, open mouthed kisses across Dark Choco’s chest, his mouth eventually giving attention to the neglected nipple. A low moan escapes Dark Choco, his back arching further.
The sensations of Shadow Milk’s tongue grazing his nipple sends a sharp spark through Dark Choco, his own cock leaking a bead of precum. His mouth trails off of Dark Choco’s chest, trailing upwards to his collar bone and neck. Noticing the leaking precum, Shadow Milk teasingly rubs their cocks together, creating intense friction. Gasps and grunts escape Dark Choco, occasional yelps and pants escaping Shadow Milk himself. Dark Choco’s legs quiver intensely, letting his head fall back. His dark hair falls back with him, resting on the sleeping bag beneath him. As Shadow Milk speeds up the grinding, Dark Choco’s hands move to desperately grasp up at Shadow Milk’s shoulders–his composure already falling apart–if not already. Shadow Milk suddenly slows down, leaving Dark Choco aching for more. His hips buck upwards, attempting to create more friction–being held down by one of Shadow Milk’s tendrils. He lets out a low whine of need, his grip on Shadow Milk’s shoulders tightening.
Shadow milk gazes down at Dark Choco, saying in a whispered, almost hushed tone,”Not yet, Not yet..”
An annoyed groan escapes Dark Choco, though, knowing better not to argue, he remains silent. The sight of a pliant and silent Dark Choco pleases Shadow Milk, retracting his tendrils. He leans back for a moment, inspecting the specimen beneath him. Their size difference–physically; as in height and body mass–was almost comical. At the sudden loss of contact, Dark Choco tilts his head up, looking up at Shadow Milk.
“... Huh?” Dark Choco mutters to himself.
“Huh? Whaaaaat?” Shadow Milk mocks back.
Dark Choco glares at Shadow Milk, a huff escaping him. Shadow Milk dramatically huffs HARDER, mimicking Dark Choco. The man beneath him turns his face away, purely from annoyance. Shadow Milk grips Dark Choco’s chin, beckoning his face back towards him.
“Ah-Ah-Ah! Your attention is meant to be put on me, Silly!..” Shadow Milk boldly announces.
Dark Choco sharply replies,”Tch.. You’re foolish to believe I'd listen to you.”
Shadow Milk rolls his eyes,”I'm not the one pinned down, am I?”
“I only allowed you to..” Dark Choco mutters.
Shadow Milk’s keen ears perk up, hearing the extra comment. His hand moves to grip Dark Choco’s hip, his other hand moving to stroke his own cock .
“Maybe I'll leave you here, all needy and vulnerable…” Shadow Milk trails off, letting his words silence Dark Choco.
“You wouldn't.” Dark Choco says, a daring tone in his voice.
“I could.” Shadow Milk shortly replies.
Dark Choco opens his mouth to speak before quickly shutting it. He wasn't against them.. Well, having sex. He wouldn't ever–and I mean it–admit that he quite liked their.. sessions together. Shadow Milk’s hands gently squeeze Dark Choco’s hips, snapping him back to reality. Hearing the sweet sound of silence, Shadow Milk lets out a soft hum of approval. His cock prods at Dark Choco’s entrance, not quite entering. Dark Choco squirms and shivers, his body already reacting to Shadow Milk’s cock.
“Now, are you ready for me, little prince?” Shadow Milk coos.
The silence stretches, Dark Choco looking away, hesitantly glancing at Shadow Milk before giving a nod of consent.
“Awe… Not so Chatty anymore, are we?” Shadow Milk Teases.
Dark Choco blushes slightly in annoyance, letting out a sharp sigh. Shadow Milk pushes forward, the very tip of his cock slipping inside. While the spit did help as a replacement for the lube–the stretch was still somewhat uncomfortable. A sharp exhale escapes Dark Choco, his hands moving to cling to Shadow Milk’s shoulders. Shadow Milk rubs Dark Choco’s muscular hip, attempting to ease him down. Dark Choco tenses around Shadow Milk, his hole quivering as more of Shadow Milk’s cock slips in. The feeling of being so full almost overwhelms Dark Choco–this wasn't his first time with Shadow Milk of course–but the process of stretching his hole was always breathtaking.
Shadow Milk’s hand trails along Dark Choco’s body, moving to slowly stroke his cock. His hips stutter slightly as he continues pushing in, the warm tightness around him pleasant. As he fully sheathes himself inside of Dark Choco, Shadow Milk grinds his cock deeper, pure bliss running through his veins. Dark Choco, looking at the man above him, notices sweat dropping down his face, his face slightly flushed. The sight made Dark Choco’s cock throb needily in Shadow Milk’s grasp, a soft groan escaping him. He pulls out a few inches to grind against Dark Choco’s sweet spot–his prostate. The feeling shot sparks of arousal and shock through Dark Choco, a loud moan escaping his normally quiet mouth. Shadow Milk grinds harder, a soft shutter escaping his own lips.
“Taking me so well, Hm? I'm surprised we don't do this more often..” Shadow Milk teases.
He ends his remark with a sharp thrust, aiming at Dark Choco’s prostate spot-on. Dark Choco’s eyes roll back, another moan–or groan–of pleasure tearing from his lips. Shutters and pants escape him, a small whimper following. Shadow Milk smirks, moving down to kiss Dark Choco. He begins to move his hips, his thrusts continuing that slow, torturous pace. Shadow Milk's hand on Dark Choco’s cock is firm, continuing to stroke him with each thrust. Every second felt longer to Dark Choco, the slow thrusts unfulfilling and slightly irritating. He separates the kiss, saliva smearing onto his lip.
“...F-faster..please…” Dark Choco chokes out.
Smirking, Shadow milk whispers back,”..Louder… How badly do you REALLY need me?..”
A small groan escapes Dark Choco–close to whimper,”...Please..”
Hearing his plea, his thrusts speed up ever so slightly. He trails his kisses back to Dark Choco’s neck, suckling and nipping at the exposed skin. His hands grip Dark Choco’s hips, nails digging into his skin–surely leaving marks. Dark Choco’s gasps and groans fill the air, paired along with Shadow Milk's pants and occasional whimpers. The sight of Dark Choco, filled with his cock, utterly vulnerable, sends a rush of heat straight to Shadow Milk’s cock. Each thrust is followed by the slick sound of Shadow Milk pulling back–only to slam back in. The sudden roughness sends a wave of pleasure over both of the men, each of them letting out synchronized sounds of pleasure.
Dark Choco’s hole quivers around Shadow Milk’s cock, a signal for his impending orgasm. Taking that as a sign, Shadow Milk momentarily stops. A small, defeated whimper escapes Dark Choco, his head resting back on the plush pillow. Shadow Milk aims at Dark Choco’s sweet spot, yes–though rather than grinding–he thrusts. Each thrust hits his sweet spot, causing pleasure to override his mind. Desperate gasps and loud moans escape the usually stoic man, clinging to Shadow Milk.
His moans are like a lullaby to the man above him, causing him to quicken his thrusts. He himself was nowhere close–though–it wouldn't hurt to see Dark Choco cum before he did.
Between gasps and moans, Dark Choco exclaims,”Ngh…Hah..I'm...I'm gonna..”
Before finishing his sentences, he comes with a final thrust. His legs desperately wrap around Shadow Milk’s waist, locking his cock deep inside. He violently quivers around Shadow Milk, his cum splattering over his stomach. His hips buck upwards, seeking more friction. The sounds of their panting fills the air once more, Dark Choco utterly satisfied and breathless. His legs loosen around Shadow Milk’s waist, allowing the man to pull out. With a smooth motion, the jester pulls out with a soft slick pop. He looks down at the mess beneath him–Dark Choco, of course. His tendrils emerge once more, wrapping around some of Dark Choco’s limbs. With a firm motion, Dark Choco is flipped onto his chest.
With a smooth motion, Shadow Milk thrusts back inside. A whimper escapes Dark Choco’s lips, his hole still sensitive from the lingering aftershocks. Dark Choco supports himself on his knees, his chest face down on the surface beneath him. Shadow Milk’s previous thrusts grow in speed–seeking out his own pleasure rather than Dark Choco’s (he was focusing on dark Choco in the first round bsf)
Shadow Milk chuckles,”Still hard? Aren't you eager..”
Unable to form words, Dark Choco moans in response, his mind still recovering from his other orgasm. Each thrust shook Dark Choco–Shadow Milk’s hand moving to grip Dark Choco’s hair and pull his head back. He leans down, licking a stripe from his neck to his ear. Shadow Milk wraps his arms around Dark Choco’s waist, stabilizing himself to continue his harsh thrusting. He whispers words of degradation into Dark Choco’s ear, making the man beneath him shutter.
“One more round.”