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I ran my cool fingertips between his thighs. He shuddered, eyes wide.
I never got sick of seeing them like this. Most people didn’t believe in the supernatural, but even those who did never expected to find it… above them. In bed.
I grinned.
“Your name is Noah, right?” I breathed along his neck, playing with the waistband of his boxers. I loved the ones who slept bare, or nearly so. This one was shirtless, a scruffy trail of short hair stretching from his abdomen to his groin. He was thin, not unhealthily so, but in a pretty boy kind of way. I stroked his hip.
“What-how-why-“
I ignored his fearful inquiring and dipped a finger inside him, too fast for him to prepare himself. I was chilled to the touch and could only imagine the icy shock he was feeling.
“Fuck! Please-no-ah-“
His words all ran together. It was endearing. I rocked my finger back and forth to hear it again. From the tightness, it seemed like he’d never been penetrated before.
“Ow, please—“ I shut him up by putting three fingers on my other hand into his mouth. As if on instinct, he shut up and suckled. I smiled.
“I get lonely too, y’know. Sorry, bud, but you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right place, if you’re into this.”
He squirmed in distress, but bucked his hips a little. I smiled wider.
“Definitely into this, then.”
“Please-“ he managed to gasp around my fingers. I shoved them deeper, a bit cruelly.
“Please what? Deeper? More?” I cooed teasingly. He thrashed beneath me now, but I couldn’t tell if he was trying to escape or seeking more friction. Maybe both.
“Fuck—“ he swore so sweetly, eyes wide and watery, eyebrows turned up in a plea. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and gave him a gentle kiss. While he was occupied with my tongue, I slipped two more fingers into his rectum. He gagged against me.
“Shhh, it’s going to feel good soon. Is it cold? Poor thing.”
He whined, but his struggling ceased and he curled against me. With my free hand, I stroked his back. He shifted, mewling beautifully.
“I know, I know,” I hummed. I worked my hips against his, grinding our cocks together as my fingers broke him open. “It isn’t so bad though, is it? Just a little chilly. Just a little…” I trailed off, focusing more intently on getting the both of us off. I may have been a ghost—and, let’s face it, something of a monster—but I wasn’t an ass. I would fuck a guy without asking, but I wouldn’t leave him hanging. And that had to count for something, right?
He came quickly, which was adorable. The sight of his flushed cheeks drove me over the edge, too.
I held him against my chest and he panted weakly into me. He shook like a small animal.
“You- you-“ He sounded vaguely angry, but couldn’t force the words out. Tearfully, he looked up at me. “You’re t-terrible! I d-didn’t want to…”
I sighed. So it was going to be that way.
“Terrible? I made you cum, didn’t I?” My words seemed to shock him, because he just stared at me for a good minute.
“But- b-but I wasn’t- I didn’t like it-“
“Did you tell me to stop?”
He looked away, clearly humiliated and angry. And still a little bit horny, I presumed.
“That wasn’t okay,” he mumbled. “I-… you can’t just do that.” I petted his hair in response. It calmed him a bit.
“I know. Listen, normally I’d agree with you. If any living fucker does that to you? Fuck them up. Kill them, if you have to. I won’t blame you. But the thing is… you can’t stop me.” I waited for the horror to settle over him, and sure enough, it did. He tried to pull away from me, but I kept him close. “You can’t call the police,” I continued. “You can’t tell anyone because they’ll think you’re crazy. And weird. And you physically can’t stop me because I’m already dead, and because I’m supernaturally strong.” By now, he was trembling. I’d expected this.
“Breathe for me. Just breathe.” When he finally complied, taking a few shaky deep breaths, I went on. “I won’t be cruel. I won’t try to make it bad for you. In fact, I’ll try to make it good. Really good. But I need what I need, and you’re here.” I paused, letting that all sink in. “And I’ll make it worth your while.” I slid a hand between his legs again. He moaned—then cupped his mouth with both hands. Fuck, he was a cute one.
Slowly, slowly, he relaxed. His body wilted like a dying flower and he slumped against me. All the will and fire—which was lacking to begin with—had drained out of this poor boy. Finally, the real fun could begin.
“Okay,” he said, very softly. “Okay. J-Just don’t hurt me. Please.” He looked up at me, eyes watery with fear. I almost felt bad. Almost.
“If I hurt you, I promise you’ll like it,” I murmured against his neck. He jumped, but I didn’t let him catch a break. I bit down, hard.
He cried out, staring at me with pure betrayal in his soft face. At least, until I grabbed his half-hard cock.
Noah’s face flashed from shock to pain to pleasure to guilt in the blink of an eye. Whimpering—yes, truly whimpering—he thrust into my hand. He wasn’t even trying to hide it now.
“Atta boy,” I hummed, swiping my thumb over the weeping tip. He made a gagging, choking noise, so I did it again. “Accept it, baby. Enjoy it.” A third time, a fourth. He was trembling now.
I leaned down, swapping my thumb for the tip of my tongue. He wailed beautifully as the cold, damp, dead flesh touched him. But he liked it.
I licked a few stripes from base to tip, which left him shaking even harder, and then took the whole thing into my mouth. It was astonishingly easy, even though he was growing significantly the harder he got. As a phantom, I had no use for a gag reflex. It was disappointing, honestly. Tearing up while giving head was a perk only mortals possessed, apparently.
He was pleading for something, but I couldn’t tell what. All his words ran together in pretty little (indecipherable) strings. I cooed at him and took him deeper, and he broke.
He grappled for me, an unmistakable look of relief on his face when his hands didn’t just pass through me. His fingers dug into my shirt and skin, trying to nestle himself closer to me even as I was doing this to him.
I felt a little bad.
I worked my tongue against him until he came—again—and then lapped at him a few more times for good measure.
When I finally let him rest, he slumped back against his pillow, which was now damp from sweat, and just whined.
“Noah?” I prompted as sweetly as I could. He looked up, somewhere between fearful and eager.
“Y-yeah?”
“Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?”
He looked stunned. Then, flushing, he nodded. “P-Please.”