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This meeting was taking forever! Shadow Milk cookie internally groaned, tucked away in the shadows on Pure Vanilla's shoulders, carefully hidden in his cape. He couldn't even keep track of how long it had been since the Créme Republic had begun arguing over trade routes and…
Well, he didn't care to pay that much attention to what they were talking about exactly. Whilst his signature diplomatic face was displayed, Shadow Milk could just tell that the former king was tired of this, too. He really didn't need to be here, neither of them did, but Nilly was a bit of a pushover, in his— eugh— honest opinion.
Not when it came to Shadow Milk, Witches knew how persistent he was when it came to forging their 'friendship', but when it generally came down to ongoings regarding his former kingdom. Though abdicated, the people still regarded him as a leader figure, looking to him for guidance.
Shadow Milk was bored, and a bored Shadow Milk was, well, less than ideal. He could pop up and spook the officials, everyone was aware of his presence staying within the Vanilla Kingdom, but that didn't sound too amusing at this very moment. Plus, he'd done it a few times already, consistently! A repeating act was a no-good one. So what could he do?
The meeting was nearing 6 hours, none of the solutions from Pure Vanilla's wisdom helped, no party could agree. It all kept looping back over and over and over again.
An idea formed into Shadow Milk Cookie's mind. It was simply genius! How could he have not thought about it before?
He kept himself around his host's shoulders, just to keep an eye for his delicious expressions, but formed a shadowy hand which crept underneath the table, brushing lightly against Pure Vanilla's hip. His other half's eyebrows turned up momentarily, but only for a moment, settling down after a heartbeat, diplomatic face back before Shadow Milk could even drink in his expression.
No matter, it could be a fun little game for the both of them! The claws scratched lightly at the hip of his other half again, but this time, ran down his leg, tracing the fabric until it could slither under his robes properly. Pure Vanilla's robes were practically huge since he had awakened, creating the perfect amount of shadows for Shadow Milk Cookie to peruse in.
Which part.. should he start at..? It didn't take him long to decide, really, he was good at following the script, but if improv must be preformed, then so be it! He maneuvered his claw to trace Pure Vanilla's neck, drawing a very quiet gasp from the cookie.
Shadow Milk withheld his giggles, he couldn't get too ahead of himself, not yet! The act had barely even started! He trailed downwards, towards his stomach, and couldn't resist doing a little loop-dee-loop with his touches before dipping beneath the waistband of Pure Vanilla's boxers.
He wasted no time grabbing at the base, forming eyes in the shadows of the underwear to watch just in time as pre-cum dribbled from the tip.
A louder gasp, this time, and Shadow Milk was rewarded with a full-body shudder. Nilly seems so pent up.. so sensitive. He could help with that. His fingers swiped the tip to collect the pre and swiped back down, the drag of shadow against dough slicked up with the substance creating a satisfying glide.
Up, down, up, down… slower, faster, all while Shadow Milk had eyes on both the cock and Pure Vanilla's face, the precious poker face his other half was struggling to hold was starting to crumble with Shadow Milk's motions.
"Shadow Milk…" Nilly harshly whispered at him, being oh so careful not to raise his voice, yet a broken whimper slipped from his lips, blush heavy upon his cheeks.
Thats right, dollface, get worked up, get frustrated. He thought with a snicker. He supposed that his other half deserved a little treat for keeping his composure for this long. He increased the pace of his hand, squeezing and rubbing along the length. Shadow Milk felt it twitch, heard the way Pure Vanilla's breath hitched and body tensed in preparation.
Cum, he silently demanded, Go on, cum for me, right here, in this meeting with other people. Pure Vanilla's hand reached up from his lap to grab at the table, going white knuckled from the force of his grip.
It seemed it wasn't enough. As an encouragement, Shadow Milk's tongue slipped out from the shadows, fully him, doughy and wet, and licked the tip.
That did it in for the former king, hand slapping over his mouth as it fell open, silent and shaking with the effort of keeping quiet and the force of his orgasm combined. He felt cum coat his tongue, the rest ending up on the fabric that held the appendage.
Such a cute expression! Why didn't he think of doing this sooner? His shadowy hand retreated from the other's dick, rubbing at Pure Vanilla's bare thigh for just a moment and then properly resuming its place in the shadows.
He focused all of his attention on the cookie's whose shoulders he rested on, eyes squinted in delight watching the other try and catch his breath. It seemed like the room around them hadn't noticed a thing,
It startled him when Pure Vanilla abruptly stood, clearing his throat and addressing the Créme Republic, quieting everyone.
"Meeting adjourned, if you will excuse me. I have other matters to attend to that have come up." His voice rang clear and strict, uncharacteristic of the former king. The officials looked surprised, especially Clotted Cream Cookie, who had been the main one going back and forth with everyone else.
"Wait, hold on, you-" Clotted Cream started, but the former king cut him off.
"The meeting is to be post poned until I am next free. That is that, now if you would please excuse me, I will be on my way." Pure Vanilla raised his hand and then grasped his staff, swiftly exiting the room.
The walk through the halls was disturbingly quiet, Shadow Milk's glee at what he had just done and Pure Vanilla's firm expression creating a tension that was thick. Eventually when they reached Pure Vanilla's chambers, the door closing with a click, the coat that hung around his shoulders was flung aside, not fully off of Pure Vanilla's shoulders, but enough to let Shadow Milk form and slip out.
Which was exactly the intention.
"Out." The tone wasn't harsh, but it wasn't nice either, an underlying bite to it made Shadow Milk Cookie reconsider playfully batting against the demand. Fine! Fine. The jester slid out of the piece of fabric, reforming into his full figure and floating just above the floor they stood on.
"Soo.. Productive meeting, am I rig-"
"Down. Onto the floor."
Rude! He didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence! Shadow Milk stuck his tongue out at the other, forgetting the staff was pointed right at him and the other could see it.
At his delay, a harsher glare was thrown his way, which made him grumble, crossing his arms and letting his heels touch the floor. Shadow Milk didn't even get the chance to say anything else, Pure Vanilla cupping his face, making sure that the jester was okay, before the back of his knees hit the bed, eyes wide and a gasp exiting from his vocal cords.
Out of anything, he didn't expect that!
"Woow, Nils, this is very forward!" Shadow Milk readjusted himself so that one hand was above his head and one was on his chest, making sure his eyes were lidded. "Atleast take me to dinner fir-"
"Were you that bored?" Again! He got cut off! This was getting annoying now. Shadow Milk huffed and opened his mouth to respond, but a raised hand from Pure Vanilla made him close it again. "Truly, you could have left that meeting, if you needed to. Instead, you chose to.."
The man above him's cheeks regained a rosy colour, and he groaned with frustration. "You could have gotten caught." He stated simply, the us being unsaid. Awe! How noble! Silly little Vanilly was so worried about him being caught in a meeting he wasn't necessarily supposed to be in.
Shadow Milk bounced that notion back, watching the cookie get even more unhappy with each word. What he didn't expect, was for a hand to wrap around his throat, putting very light pressure on the sides and making the jam rush to his head.
"If your clothes aren't off in the next three seconds, your outfit is going to get ruined." It was stated so plainly, like they were discussing the weather, and not about how Shadow Milk was probably going to end up face first into the mattress and fucked out by the end of the night.
A quick finger snap made both of his, and Pure Vanilla's clothes disappear, neatly folded onto the night stand next to the bed. Without the ruffles, Pure Vanilla's hand rested skin to skin with Shadow Milk's neck, and he emitted a pleased hum.
"Good boy." His other half gently smiled and retracted his hands, instead, using them to shuffle both of them forwards so that they were on the head of the bed. Pure Vanilla sighed, tracing his fingers down Shadow Milk's chest, brushing against the surgery scars that lay there; reminiscent to how his own chest had been played with earlier.
Shadow Milk couldn't help but whine, face flushed a gentle blue and he turned to bury his head in the pillows he rested on.
"Ah, ah, ah, Bluebird, come back, I want to see your face. It's the least you owe me, to return the favour of getting to see my face when you played with me until I finished." Pure Vanill's free hand turned his face back to look at him, nodding with satisfaction briefly.
He couldn't! Stand! All of this foreplay! The anticipation was making his stomach churn with arousal, mind cruel with flashes of images of what exactly his soulmate had in mind. Would he tie him down? Fuck him brutally? Or would he take his time, making sure Shadow Milk felt every drag of his cock against the Beast's walls?
His hips stuttered, bucking up only slightly, legs spreading a little wider to allow more access. His jam felt like it was boiling, there was something about this sterner side that got him going. Sure! Nilly's been harsh a few times, mostly groaning his name when he does something that he doesn't approve of;
But this was different, it was a little exhilarating, he had to admit! The sidekick taking the role of the main character, for tonight. A light touch to his clit snapped him out of his thoughts, startling him so that his legs crashed against Pure Vanilla's hips, whimpering softly.
"Woah! Woah! Give a guy a wARNING— Mmfh! Ah!" And, without warning! Might he add! A finger dived into his pussy, making him pant and squirm at the unexpected attention.
"Mmhm? Oh, sorry, my finger slipped." Pure Vanilla breathily giggled, not stopping his motions. His finger curled upwards, searching for that one spot…
"Nh!" Shadow Milk's teeth clenched, claws gripping at the sheets. It was silent in the room mostly, except for the wet noises of Pure Vanilla's fingers expertly working open the jester beneath him, exploring his walls, making him writhe and clench in all of the right ways. As the former king added another finger, scissoring Shadow Milk open, a coil built in the blue cookie's gut.
"Mn- Cum- 'M gonna cuum.." Shadow Milk warned, squeezing his eyes shut. Yet, Pure Vanilla kept up his relentless pace with two of his fingers, smiling paitiently down at the jester.
Taking that as permission, he let himself fall back into the pleasure, legs shaking and back arching as he came. And oh it felt so good, he didn't realize how wound up he had gotten through teasing Pure Vanilla during that meeting, or how wet he had truly felt when his knees hit the bed.
"Ah!" Shadow Milk hit the bed again, panting and coming down from the orgasm. Scratch everything else, he definitely should have done this sooner, the reward was worth it.
Pure Vanilla grabbed at Shadow Milk's ankles and hoisted them above his shoulders, making the cookie shudder with the new position, it didn't truly hit him how sensitive he was until the tip was lined up and Pure Vanilla was starting to shove himself inside, still brewing from the embarrassing play earlier.
"W-wait. 'Nils- hold on- Yellow! Yellow! WAIT—!" His mouth fell open as a second climax surged through him just from his other half's cock splitting him open, and his claws shot up to cling to the cookie above him, practically in a mating press from how hard he was pulling him down.
"Oh! Oh dear, Bluebird, I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you properly, ah." Pure Vanilla gasped, staying as still as he possibly could whilst Shadow Milk rode out the unexpected orgasm. "Are you alright? Should we stop?"
It was a few heartbeats before Shadow Milk replied, blinking rapidly and breathing heavily. "N..no. I'm okay, I'm fine to continue, was just really sensitive."
They laid there contently, only the sounds of each others breathing filling the room. "…If you're completely sure, Bluebird." He finally replied. Pure Vanilla leaned down to close the distance, kissing Shadow Milk tenderly. With each kiss, it got slowly more heated again, gasps of air being taken between the kisses.
One final kiss, and they parted for the final time. "Color, dearest?" Pure Vanilla gasped out. Truth be told, if he had to stay still for any longer, he might actually lose himself when he did start moving. Shadow Milk hummed.
"Green." The moment the last syllable left his mouth he ended it off with a moan, eyes rolling back as Pure Vanilla pressed closer, consequently driving his cock in deeper. From there, it seemed like his hips moved mindlessly, hands gripping the sheets beside Shadow Milk's shoulders.
Holy crumbs, he's going to split me in two! Shadow Milk hazily thought as Pure Vanilla's hips snapped into his, over and over and over again, keeping a relentless pace.
"So good.. so good for me. You were so bad today, but here you are now, underneath me, taking it all like a good boy," Pure Vanilla murmured in his ear, at the same time nipping at his neck and kissing it. "Such a pretty boy."
Shadow Milk's back arched up as much as it could at the praise, whilst still being pressed to the mattress, used like a toy. "Ye-ah? Mn- If this is what making you cum during a meeting results in, I'll gla- ah~!" His sentence was cut off by a harsh thrust, the serious look having returned to Pure Vanilla's face.
"You will do no such thing. While I enjoyed it today, the risks are.. high." Pure Vanilla replied, slowing his thrusts and making Shadow Milk whine at the lack of stimulation.
"You enjoyed it! I could tell! You would have used our safe word if you didn't! Silly Nilly~" Shadow Milk grinned, grinding his hips upwards into the former king's. The back talk rewarded Pure Vanilla leaning up from the press, not pulling out, but readjusting himself to a normal missionary position.
The blonde hummed and suddenly his hand was back at Shadow Milk's throat, squeezing the sides tighter this time and making the jester's head spin. "You're talking too much, Bluebird. While I love hearing your voice normally, I do not appreciate the attitude." He punctuated the last part with a roll of his hips.
Shadow Milk got only one second to process what the other had just said before the pace was set back to punishing, cock ruthlessly scraping his walls, and the dizziness of being choked making it all the more pleasurable. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping the sheets for dear life, each thrust bouncing his body and making the bed squeak with the force of their ministrations.
He lost track of time, it could have been seconds or hours until the thrusts stuttered, panting and moaning coming from above him. "Close… Cum inside, I'm gonna cum inside.. fill you up nice and full— mmngh."
The brainless muttering made the heat in his abdomen gather as well, cunt clenching around Pure Vanilla's dick. "Ah! Mhm, yes- fill me up, please, breed me, breed me, breed me!"
With a cry, Shadow Milk's cunt spasmed and legs shook with his climax at the same time Pure Vanilla pressed deep inside, spurts of cum shooting out. The thick liquid dripped out of his hole, leaking onto the bed sheets with how much had filled his passage.
Pure Vanilla slowly removed his hand from Shadow Milk's throat, replacing it with small kisses instead and then one final one on his lips. "You did so well." Pure Vanilla praised.
Shadow Milk didn't reply, tossing an arm over his eyes and squeezing them shut, trying to recover his breath. His legs and hips ached from the rough treatment. But he nodded, as small of a nod as it was, he managed to move his head.
His throat felt sore with the amount of noise he'd been making, and he could only pray to the Witches that the entire castle did not hear their former king going down on the beast cookie. Shadow Milk hoarsely whined with weak complaint, this was worth it and all, but his body was not having a great time.
"Why don't I run us a bath and we can have some tea afterwards? Maybe cuddle?" Pure Vanilla proposed, chuckling softly at Shadow Milk's fucked out voice, removing the other's arm from his eyes.
"Y..Yeah. Sounds good. Real good." He managed to croak out, letting out a soft moan as the other gently pulled out and pressed a kiss against Shadow Milk's forehead, getting out of bed to head to the connected bathroom. It wasn't long before the water was running and both sat in the bath, Pure Vanilla's fingers massaging Shadow Milk's back.
It was peacefully silent, splashes of water occasionally breaking it, but otherwise the two simply basked in the other's company, enjoying the bliss of peace.
Until Shadow Milk spoke up.
"Y'know, you should totally let me know when your next long, boooring meeting is, and if it involves those little politicians."
"No."
"Shucks."