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So…tired…
It’s late when you finally return with a bag full of supplies. You can barely remember getting the supplies or how you even got back here without passing out from sleep deprivation. You unlock the door and the room is dark, save for an open window letting in light. You can see the Batter’s sleeping form lying on the bed, covered in a blanket.
You drop the bag of supplies. You’re barely conscious, needing sleep. You stumble over the bed and, without really thinking about it, flop down next to the Batter and are out before your head hits the pillow.
When you wake up dawn is only just breaking. The room has filled with soft grey light now, and you can fully see the Batter lying next to you.
You wonder if he had woken up in the night and seen you sleeping in the same bed. Would he be mad when he wakes up? You doubt it, he’d probably understand that you were tired when you got back, plus you’d accidentally gotten a single bed room.
But, for now, he is sleeping. Or, you assume he is. He doesn’t seem to have a face? Well, his eyes and mouth are both gone. Do they disappear while he sleeps? The logic of this world never ceases to confuse you.
You’ve never been this close to the Batter, especially not when he’s sleeping. So, you take this opportunity to take him all in. He had only taken off his cap and his shoes, he must’ve really been tired. His hair frames his face, messy from sleep. He sleeps almost motionless, if he wasn’t slowly breathing he could easily be mistaken for dead.
And yet, you still can’t take your eyes off his face. It’s as if he had no eyes at all, there’s no split where his eyelids should meet. He doesn’t even have lips. You continue to stare, transfixed.
What if I…
You raise a tentative hand, you have to know how it works, the curiosity is killing you. But then, out nowhere, the Batter’s hand shoots up and his fingers wrap around your wrist.
You almost scream, flinching backwards. You almost fall off the bed but he’s got your wrist gripped firmly, holding you there. You calm down from the sudden shock and see he’s got his face turned towards you, yet it still has no features.
“What are you doing?” His eyes blink open sleepily, appearing on his face as if they’ve always been there, irises shining that familiar red. His mouth is also back, his face totally back to normal in an instant.
“Just…trying to figure out your uh face?” It sounds stupid to say out loud, suspicious even. You begin to worry a bit, hoping he doesn’t think you were trying to hurt him in some way. Unfortunately, he’s still keeping that same flat expression, making it impossible to read what he’s thinking.
In the blink of an eye his features disappear again, his face returns to that same white from before. You try to catch the change when it happens, but it must have been too fast for the human (player? puppeteer?) eye because it’s instantaneous. It leaves you confused.
The confusion must have reached your expression because it seems to amuse the Batter. You swear you hear him laugh, which feels wrong considering this is the same man who wouldn’t crack a smile at any joke. You and Zacharie had tried to see who could get him to laugh a couple months back, and that competition was still ongoing. You’d have to hold that over both of them later, but there were more important things going on right now. Like figuring out that face wiping trick.
You go to raise your hand and touch his face, maybe you could still feel them? There was only one issue; the firm grip on your wrist that had still not been released. You look to where you assume his eyes are. “May I?”
The Batter takes the hint immediately,”Be my guest.” He releases your wrist, allowing your hands to travel to his face. You run your fingers across it, feeling nothing at all. It was extremely unsettling.
“You could just ask how I do it.” Your hands were by where his mouth would be, your fingers almost ending up in his mouth. You move them to either side of his face quickly, so you’re sort of unintentionally cupping it.
“I could tell you, unless you’d rather wonder…” His eyes are back now, keeping steady eye contact. You were used to his weird obsession with looking directly into a person’s eyes during conversation, but this felt different, more weighted. “But you’ve got something else on your mind.”
This is the most you’ve ever heard him talk. It’s entrancing, so distracting that you don’t notice how close the two of you sit on the bed. You do notice, however, when his hands slide up your arms and his fingers wrap around your wrists. You had forgotten to remove your hands from the sides of his face.
The tension was thick, both of your faces close, either of you could lean in at any second. And that’s exactly what happens when the hands on your wrists pull you forward and the Batters lips lock with yours.
It wasn’t a feverish make-out session, it was actually rather slow. The Batter took his time, kissing slowly while his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re almost in his lap. Instead of ending up in his lap however, he pushes you back onto the bed. Your head hits the pillows as he leans on his hands and knees above you.
“Is this alright?” He wants approval from his puppeteer, he is yours after all. “Yes,” you respond quickly, giving him consent. His eyes flick up and down your body before his face lowers to the crook of your neck. He leaves light kisses down your throat. As this happens, you feel him slide his knee between your legs, pushing up into your clothed sex. You let out a small noise that didn’t fully constitute as a moan, but it was definitely something.
The Batter pulls his face away from your neck and begins to slide his hands up your shirt, feeling up your body as he removes it. Your pants and underclothes soon follow, until you are completely naked on the bed below him. The exposure makes you blush up to your ears, earning you a small smile from the Batter. He slides down the bed until his face in between your thighs. He seems to just stare and admire for a minute, making your blush somehow harder. Then his tongue slides between your folds, making you suck in a breath.
The Batter is painfully slow, tongue drawing tight circles around your clit. He slides a finger into your already soaked heat, causing you to let out a moan. He adds another, slowly pumping them in and out. You lace your fingers through his hair, unable to get out any words except his name. You feel your climax building. He can feel it too with the way you begin to tighten around his fingers. Just as you get to that edge, he stops, pulling the fingers out. You cry out with the loss of your finish, looking to him.
“Why’d you st-?” You choke on your own words when you lock eyes with the Batter. He runs his tongue up the fingers that had been so deep inside you seconds ago. The sight could have made you cum right then and there. Unfortunately, you did not, and you were still pissed at the loss of climax. Before you can even voice your discomfort though, the Batter pulls his overshirt off, revealing the black, long sleeved shirt he wore underneath. That was removed as well, and the rest of his clothes swiftly join them on the hotel room floor. He climbs on top of you, giving you pretty much no time to see his body, to even appreciate this form that the void had given him. The thought is cut short though when you feel his member poking at your entrance.
“You ready?” He raises an eyebrow. “Whenever you are.” He slowly pushes into you. He’s bigger than you anticipated, it’s almost painful and causes you to hiss between your teeth. He stops immediately, holding still. “Alright there?” “Yeah, just give me a sec to adjust.”
You allow yourself a moment to get used to his size before nodding and allowing him to continue. The Batter pushes farther, until he bottoms out. Both of you sigh in unison as he fully buries his cock into your cunt. “I’ll go slow, okay?” He begins slowly moving his hips, pulling almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in. The initial pain soon turns to pleasure, and he begins to pick up the pace.
The quickened pace causes you to let out broken moans. The batter is not very vocal, instead you focus on how his breath is getting shakier. He shifts his movements ever so slightly, hitting just the right spot, causing you to cry out with pleasure.
“That feels good? Yeah? You’re doing good, so well…” The Batter starts randomly babbling, you assume he’s getting closer as he’d never talk this much otherwise. He seems to notice that this string of words is uncharacteristic, and instead buries his head in your neck and quickens the pace a bit.
You can feel yourself once again reaching the edge. You assume the Batter can also feel it. He runs his hand down your body and presses his fingers against your clit. “Cum for me, my puppeteer.”
And you do, your mind going blank at his touch as you let out a moan that was meant to be his name but it leaves your mouth in a string of cries and groans.
The Batter finishes soon after, biting down on your neck and letting out a choked groan. His jaw loosens quickly, he hadn’t mean’t to do that and was worried about hurting you. He raises up off you with a string of apologies, but you take notice of his face. The normal features were there, but now there was a second set of eyes under the first. They were just as red as the first set, it was fascinating.
Before you can mention it, he climbs off the bed and goes to the bathroom, returning with a damp towel. He cleans up between your legs before assessing the damage done to your neck.
“I’m fine, I swear, it was all good,” you try to assure him but he still looks worried. The Batter hadn’t bitten hard, the most it would do is bruise. After a lot of coaxing, he finally calmed down. You lie down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. The Batter joins you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You felt very drained, but you knew he probably didn’t because of his outrageous stamina. Despite his not being tired, he still stayed with you.
“You never told me you had more eyes,” you say sleepily. “I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he replied. It was the last thing you heard before drifting off, falling asleep in your puppet’s arms.