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It was particularly cold that winter night, the Epictale Timeline experiences harsh climates in the underground, with heavy winds whooshing by the windows and making the trees and bushes rustle loudly.

It would’ve been peaceful for Dust as he collapsed onto his boyfriend’s couch — stretched out and waiting for Epic to return home — but the poor skeleton had other things on his mind. Starting with the simmering heat in his bones…

There were days when Dust was grateful to have overactive magic, being able to level an entire city came in handy for his job after all. And he could keep up with his teammates with no problem — something that Killer would often try to take advantage of.

But as of right now, it was highly inconvenient.

Dust rubbed his face in irritation, his clothes uncomfortably itchy against his bones and the magic made him feel like he would simply melt away. He tried to spread out his limbs on the couch, but it did little work in making him feel any better.

He wanted Epic to get home faster, Dust knew that his shift at the lab was already over, but that never stopped his boyfriend from staying late to do ‘last minute’ inspections. It frustrated Dust, but he could never convince the other to come home sooner.

Even during this week, when Dust wasn’t shy with showing how his heat was slowly taking its course, Epic managed to stay away from the house. This wouldn’t usually bother Dust, but as of right now, it drove him up the wall.

Dust’s mind wandered to how cold Epic’s magic was, feeling like a balm against his heated bones. LV was a heavy influence to their temperatures, and Epic’s were not regular, fluctuating almost always in most cases, but the icy note was always present regardless of the situation.

The tell-tale sound of a door opening and closing sounded through the house, and Dust stirred from his heated daze as Epic paused in the archway of the living room.

Epic was slammed in the face by an unusual aroma he had never smelled before, a wave of heat seemed to ripple through the closed air of the home.

He discarded his shoes by the door, walking barefoot through the living room. He could smell and feel the powerful scent wafting from his little companion.

“Hello, Dustbun. Have you been waiting long?” Epic hummed, putting his bag on the coat rack near the entrance. He had a pretty good guess of what was going on with Dust, but he didn’t want to pry. Especially if his boyfriend didn’t want to talk about it.

With half-lidded sockets, Dust watched his boyfriend move around, a small pretend yawn escaping him. “I don’t think so, but it felt longer than it probably was.”

Dust forces himself to sit up on the couch, opening up his arms as an invitation to his boyfriend, “Won’t you join me on the couch, Epic?” He tries to let out a purr to entice Epic even more, his scent getting stronger as time passes.

“Right now? I was thinking of taking a shower first, but since you insist so sweetly…” Epic always wore his usual coat when he left the office, the white one was so bland and boring that — even with the cute patches on it — it was still too modest.

Epic slid next to his companion on the couch, pulling Dust closer and personally feeling his boyfriend burning up, “Are you wearing perfume or something? It smells really nice! What scent is it?” He was trying to play dumb, knowing full well what the scent actually was.

And Dust always smelled of lavender, the scent ten times stronger right now.

The smaller skeleton snorted as he watched Epic with half lidded sockets, and when Epic finally joined him on the couch, Dust wrapped his arms around the other and nestled closely.

“I don’t think you need a shower, you smell fine to me,” more than fine even, “and I don’t wear that kind of stuff… it bothers my bones whenever I try it.” It was cute how naïve Epic was… and unusual. Was he playing dumb on purpose? It bothered Dust, but he didn’t speak up about it.

Epic, in fact, was playing dumb on purpose. He wanted to ignore the obvious scent of the heat stage, because maybe talking about it wasn’t the best option. However, that didn’t deter him from cuddling up to his small boyfriend, gently circling Dust’s shoulders and pulling him against his chest in an affectionate gesture.

The two of them have never gone beyond kisses and hugs in their relationship, despite being together for a few years at this point, but the prospect of Epic getting under Dust’s clothes was… something surprising and new.

“Hm, maybe it’s the perfume that Paps gave me a little while ago,” the lie slipped easily from Epic’s mouth, feeling the overwhelming heat of Dust’s bones when he leaned in, inhaling his scent silently.

Dust almost wished he could call out Epic on his lie, but he didn’t care enough to do so.

Instead, he took a deep breath and allowed a shiver to run down his spine, pressing closer as the natural smell of chemicals and doctor supplies drifted off of Epic, mixing and rolling in the air with Dust’s heat scent.

Anyone else would feel disgust by the smell of chemicals, but Dust found it soothing. It was a familiar scent, one that buzzed in his skull pleasantly.

“Mm, you’re so cold…” It was nice against Dust’s heated bones, but it would drive him mad at this pace. He had never felt the urge to go past kisses and hugs with Epic, but as of right now, he was tempted and curious to see what’s under Epic’s clothes.

Epic felt his face flush purple as Dust practically curled up on him, slowly running his hand down his partner’s back. “Y-Yeah? You’re hotter than usual, but I don’t think it’s a fever.”

Maybe they should play doctor and find out. He just had to dig under all those uncomfortable layers of clothing first—

He let the thought fall to the back of his mind as his hands gently cupped Dust’s face, brushing his cheekbones with his icy fingers.

Doctor brain even when he’s home, Dust would expect nothing less of Epic. But he was glad that he didn’t want to perform a ‘checkup.’

“Are you hungry? I can get something quick from Grillby’s,” Epic felt like he needed to breathe in the cold air of Snowdin after burying his skull in hell.

Though, Epic thought it was more like the warm oven that housed cookies…

Maybe he was a cookie.

No. Wait. Maybe Dust was the cookie? The one he wants to sweetly dip—

Epic forces his thoughts to come to an abrupt halt, arguing with himself that it was all a bunch of nonsense. Dust would speak if he wished to do anything, right?

He hoped so.

A ringing hum echoed in Epic’s skull as Dust shifted, watching as his partner nuzzled against the fingers caressing him.

“I’m hungry for something alright… But I rather we ate in, I don’t want you to leave me…” Dust would drag Epic down if his partner even shifted on the couch.

A loud groan escaped Dust, feeling his magic spike up uncomfortably. Being this close to Epic was driving him crazy, but he was too prideful to bring voice to what he wanted.

Epic gulped quietly, choosing to ignore the sound that came out of Dust’s throat out of self-control. It didn’t seem like Dust wanted to talk about his heat, so Epic wasn’t going to mention it either… He didn’t have to butt in. That’s what he told himself as his hands tightened around Dust’s waist, careful to where he put them.

“Okay, I guess I’ll stay home. We can order delivery while we watch something, if you want? Just let me find the phone first,” Epic starts to reach for his phone, “What would you like this time? I heard Grillby added some new items to their menu.”

Dust’s thoughts were getting a little out of control the longer this heat resided in his bones, why did Epic have to be so difficult right now? Dust wanted to strap him to the couch and pull down his pa-

Biting his tongue, Dust gripped at Epic’s clothes — preventing his boyfriend from grabbing the phone.

“Please… Please don’t make me say it…” Dust whined, his voice slightly higher than usual and full of need. He had reached his limit, tired of dancing around the subject.

Epic felt a pang of anxiety as Dust clung to him with a strength that could tear his clothes off with his sharp claws, “Uh— look Dust, I uh— there are things that are better to make sure are expressed before committing to anything crazy.”

Ignoring the situation was easy during the week, but it seemed they were reaching an uncomfortable point for both of them.

The duration of the week had made Epic find himself thinking about Dust in ways he hadn’t before. One particular night while Dust slept peacefully on the couch and Epic was left alone with his noisy conscience, he was bombarded with suggestive images while watching some shitty hentai that Alphys recommended to him weeks ago. He didn’t even have the urge to watch it until Dust’s sweet heat started to filter through the house.

There were several moments in the hentai where the soft voice of the protagonist distorted into Dust’s muffled and shy voice. Or where Epic’s mind created scenarios where he would drag his boyfriend away so they could monopolize the foreground of all the various positions and star in lascivious scenes that made his magic throw out icy sparks and freeze the arm of the chair with its crudeness.

Dust’s eyes were cloudy, but yet completely locked onto Epic’s glowing face. He pressed against the other, his hand wandering down to trace along his boyfriend’s covered pelvis. “I don’t care about that stuff, I feel like I’m being melted alive and you’re so cold- ”

The smaller whimpered, another flare up flashing through his body — causing his claws to puncture holes into Epic’s jacket. “I know you can’t stand it either… Come on, why don’t you show me a good time?”

“I’ll pin you down if you keep stalling…”

Epic could feel the twitch of a frown as he listened to Dust speak and whine, holding his boyfriend tighter.

“I’d just prefer if you were honest to begin with. It’s important for me to know that you really want to do this and it’s not just a reaction to your jealousy.” It didn’t feel appropriate to make use of Dust like he was a thing. Epic couldn’t believe that jealousy would have such a powerful effect on his normally docile and low-key character.

The idea of frustration driving his beloved companion to run off into a universe populated by monsters brimming with magic was worrying. Dust was beautiful, Epic didn’t doubt that, so he knew the others in his world would be itching to grab at his boyfriend.

Epic wasn’t the jealous type at all! Just— just—

“I love you, okay? Don’t be afraid to ask me for whatever you want, Dust.” As long as Epic was around, Dust would want for nothing if he could help it.

The smaller huffed softly, pressing his face into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, teasing the bone with his hot breaths and teeth. “Okay,” he murmured, finally giving into what they both wanted at this moment, “Please… Please have sex with me, Epic.” He’d forgone the crude words, feeling shy.

Dust had long gotten used to never getting what he wanted, and he decided he wouldn’t bother to ask for anything. It didn’t help that this was already a difficult thing to ask for, considering he didn’t know if Epic would be okay with having sex with him — not when they’ve only shared kisses and cuddles.

A smile bloomed on Epic’s face, pressing a kiss to Dust’s cheek while his fingers brushed around the other’s clothed hip. It was nice, hearing Dust express his desires. Feeling wanted didn’t compare at all. And he hoped with all his Soul that Dust will get back into the habit, Epic will be there every step of the way to remind him.

“Good job, Dust. You’re such a good boy…” he complimented gently, feeling the magic pulsing in Dust’s joints at the small praise.

Epic made Dust’s face pull back only to take his mouth in a slow back and forth motion, tasting his summoned magic as he pushed his tongue in.

Another whine escaped Dust at the compliment, shivering again. He’d never been a ‘good boy’ but Epic made him think otherwise. There was confusion written on his face as Epic forced his face back, magic circling in his bones and causing his eyelights to burn brighter than usual.

The confusion melted away as Epic united them into a kiss, relaxing into the plush couch while gripping at his boyfriend’s clothes. He could feel his magic spark against the other’s cool tongue, making Dust whimper softly.

The smaller of the two wrapped his arms securely around the other, his plush, chubby purple body pressing against Epic and making itself well known.

“I love you,” Epic assured after a tender flurry of tongue kisses, feeling the spark of LV tingling in his mouth thanks to his electric boyfriend. His claws pressed into the tender flesh that filled his lover’s clothing, stroking lazy circles on the soft surface, over the plump folds of fresh magic.

Unwillingly, he pulled away from the kiss, unraveling their tongues in a brief pause, “Let’s get this off, shall we? Unless there’s something else you’d rather do.”

A breathless laugh sounded from Dust, pulling away with hesitation, “There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he replied honestly. With care, he unraveled his scarf and folded it up, setting it on the coffee table so it would avoid any damage or stain.

The scarf was of more importance than any of his other clothes.

“Will you help me undress?” Despite being in the middle of his heat, Dust still felt shy, nervous that Epic wouldn’t like what he saw.

But he would be wrong, as there was nothing that could disappoint Epic when it comes to Dust.

“Sure, bunny. You can tell me if it gets weird for you. Don’t be afraid to stop me, okay?” Epic didn’t want any pressure to exist between them at such an intimate moment.

With careful hands, Epic moved to push off Dust’s jacket, letting it fall gently down his lover’s back and arms as he pulled it patiently. There was a small smirk on his face as Dust shivered, finding his partner adorable in this moment.

Dust didn’t believe there was anything delicate about him, having gone through thousands and hundreds of Resets and under the control of a god that had a bigger ego than the human ever did. With all these examples, Dust thought of himself to be rough with sharp corners to survive what he’d gone through.

And yet, none of it seemed to matter when it came to Epic. He never needed to fight and scream to get what he wanted, he didn’t have to push himself to do anything he didn’t want to do.

Loving Epic was easy, loving Epic was soothing.

So he allowed his lover to be gentle with him — something Dust thought he didn't deserve.

When Dust’s shirt fell to the side of the couch, a deep violet wash greeted Epic, completely mesmerizing the doctor. Epic wanted to blame his magic for brewing Dust’s heat, but he recognized the eager anticipation Dust showed — having seen it in times past.

He knew it wasn’t his fault. He knew well that Dust was struggling with himself as he stripped his lover of his clothes, patience and tenderness wrapped around his fingers as they lovingly worked over Dust’s body. The glow seeped beneath his hands as Epic placed his palm on Dust’s hip, burning like the young embers of a fireplace.

“You’re beautiful, Dust,” Epic whispered gently, tracing the scars and angular edges with care. These elements created a beautiful composition that Epic couldn’t stop looking at.

Dust was truly beautiful.

And the more layers were lost, the shyer Dust became. The same purple of his magic shining on his face as he ducked his skull to the side, “Epic…” he whimpered, resisting the urge to cover his breasts. To counter this temptation, he took a hold of his boyfriend’s hands and made them touch his heavy chest, a groan sounding in the room at the coldness press against his nipples.

Maybe this was something Dust had wanted for a long time, but couldn’t ever find a time or reason to go through with it. He was almost thankful his heat started this week.

Epic’s fingers tightened around the tender, heavy flesh occupying his hands. He felt his face burn with an icy fire as Dust tried to ask him to touch without saying it. If he had to communicate for the both of them, then Epic was fine with that. But the anxiety of the first meeting was overwhelming.

Epic wanted to please his adorable partner without mistakes.

Dust’s chest was bigger than he ever imagined. Two soft mounds swollen with boiling magic, spilling generously between his phalanges like warm honey.

“Does it hurt? My hands are very rough, I’m sorry.” Epic’s hands massaged delicately, rubbing the bud with his thumb in circular motions, his pelvis throbbing with anticipation.

Dust shook his skull, a moan slipping past his lips as his boyfriend rubbed over his sensitive magic, his hands gripping at his lover. “N-No, it feels good,” he assured quickly.

He knew rough wasn’t something Epic did and even if Dust was slowly getting used to the gentleness, he could still take some manhandling.

They were already on the couch, pressing against each other as much as they could, but yet Dust wanted to be closer. So he pushed Epic down, making his boyfriend lay on the couch so he could sit comfortably on top of Epic’s pelvis — doing a little grind for stimulation. 

“Oh, I’m gl—” Epic got cut off as he fell comfortably on the soft couch, but impulsively squeezed one of Dust’s tits hard. He hoped he didn’t hurt his lover in the process. His hands repositioned themselves to continue the gentle treatment from before, a small unspoken apology as he felt his cock take shape, twitching eagerly just below where his boyfriend had taken a seat.

Dust almost looked like he belonged there, towering over his body like a thirsty demon.

Or a beautiful angel, rather.

It seemed Dust expects Epic to squeeze his breasts as he pushed him down, a loud moan echoing in the room at the pain stinging in from his concentrated magic. It felt good, the apology wasn’t needed — but he still shivered and felt his stomach tightening with eagerness.

“Epic–” Dust whimpered weakly, trying to convey his needs through simple words and whines. He could feel his lover’s dick pressing against his already wet pussy, making Dust squirm lightly. In turn, this made Epic gasp at the stimulation, grinding upwards to meet his beloved.

“Forgive me, Dust. You must be very anxious,” Epic soothed sweetly, ever so gentle even with the slight growl in his voice.

The first swell of a heat was always hard to handle, Epic could speak from experience. His hands left Dust’s chest as he straightened up on the couch, towering over Dust by just a few inches, his right hand securing itself around the skeleton’s bare hip while the other sneaked up to Dust’s pelvis to slide into his lover’s drooling cunt.

His hardened cock weighed down his thigh, his pants shielding away the magic as he tested the terrain, probing his fingers into the tender, swollen cavity. Dust was so wet it was dripping down his wrist. It was not that narrow, but he needed to get through first.

Even if his Soul was screaming at him to simply bend Dust against the couch and pump into his fat pussy until it was full with his overflowing magic.

Dust didn’t have the coordination or speaking ability to respond, a loud gasp filling the living room as Epic slipped down and fingers him gently. His pussy clenched down, the hot magic throbbing around the cold fingers. It was a shock straight through both skeletons’ spines at the difference in temperature.

“Fuck- Epic!” Dust’s heat was enhancing whatever he was feeling, even if Epic was gentle with him. He couldn’t help but squirm, trying to push his lover in deeper.

Epic worried he would end up freezing half the room if Dust didn’t stop his loud exclamations and moans, the freezing ice licked at his back as he felt the soft and eager emotions inside his chest.

The sloshing of his fingers inside Dust was a constant sound, as well as messy, as Epic stretched out the plump folds carefully. His thumb lifted the hood of his sex and rubbed the nerves, lubricated by the magic that never stopped flowing like a thermal waterfall.

“Allow me to prepare you well, and then I’ll join you right away. I promise,” Epic doubted he needed to do much work in preparing his lover, but he wanted to be sure to do this properly. Especially since this was their first time together in this kind of scene.

Dust whined, jolting as Epic teased his clit. “Epic please-” He felt so needy, so strung up with emotions and sensitivity. He felt like a live wire, and the more Epic played with him, the more his magic readied itself to zap — whether it was directed at him or Epic didn’t matter.

Taking deep breaths to try and calm down, Dust shut his sockets and subtly rocked his hips into Epic’s fingers. He believed he didn’t need the prep, but the smaller skeleton would allow his lover to do as he pleased. Just as long as it didn’t take too long.

“Shh, it’s okay, easy baby.” Epic tried to soothe again, watching Dust’s patience slowly thin out. Dust was a ticking time bomb, he was aware of this as his claws worked diligently against his lover’s tender sex. Running past the delicate membrane and stretching the edges, the opening seems to widen further with the tender effort of his hands.

It was hot in the room, and Epic couldn’t decide if it was from Dust or their current activities. He couldn't help but sweat in concentration as cold sweat licked his back, “You’re doing very well, Dust.”

Dust felt exposed in the room, considering Epic still had all his clothes on. Maybe he would feel a bit more at ease if his boyfriend was missing his clothes too, it was unfair to be the only one naked.

He tried to convey these thoughts by tugging on Epic’s jacket, whimpering and whining loudly as another jolt of heat ran down his back.

Epic quickly picked up what his beloved was asking for, and while it was difficult, he managed to yank his coat off with his free hand while continuing his task. He didn’t need Dust lashing out for daring to stop.

It was so hot, and Epic was so cold, their temperatures battling with each other in the small space. Dust wished he could bite down on his lover’s neck and seep his infernal heat into his boyfriend’s veins.

“Mhm!! Dustbun, you think you can…?” Epic’s thought process was cut short as a particularly rough zap went up his wrist. But hopefully, Dust could understand what he was asking for — a bone or two would surely leave his sweater in shreds. Better than his skull pierced…

His magic conglomerated beneath, a dark violet hue in his pants, a firm build outlined by the training routine Epic has.

Dust barely understood what Epic wanted from him, his mind foggy in a heated daze. But still, he made a quick connection and jumped to conclusions. Summoning a bone, the magic construct was glowing brightly with his overcharging magic.

He easily used it to tear apart his lover’s sweater, a small part of him hoping this was the right path to take. Surely Epic had many other seaters and this one wasn’t important.

“Gods,” Dust groaned, the bone crumbling to ashes as he lost concentration.

“Shh, it’s okay, thank you love.” Epic assured sweetly, leaning down to give Dust a comforting peck. His hand ventured down to his pants to loosen the buckle and let his pants slide off, bunching up against his magic-coated thighs. This will have to do.

Dust looked like a volcano ready to erupt.

His erect cock peeked out, slowly dripping precum as the warm air of the living room made his dick twitch.

Epic grunted as Dust ran his claws over Epic’s exposed chest, catching the admiration in his beloved’s eyelights. It was cute to see him so focused with his heavy mind — as focused as he could get at least.

Dust didn’t expect his boyfriend to have any muscles, as he didn’t know of the other’s routine, but he was pleasantly surprised.

His heat reached its peak, Dust’s pussy leaking all over Epic and clenching at the sight of his boyfriend’s erect cock. “Epic, please fuck me–” Dust groaned, uncaring for his crude words now.

The words in Epic’s mouth died quickly, instead of saying something witty, he let out a guttural growl that heaved his chest — surprising Dust since he didn’t typically hear these noises from Epic. If anything, it was Dust that made the growls and hisses in the relationship.

He lifted Dust without hesitation, carefully positioning him over the swollen head of his cock before sliding in like it was nothing. It was a perfect, clean fit, downright obscene. Dust’s seething magic engulfed him ravenously, as if he was custom-made for Epic alone. This revelation made him gasp loudly, a shudder going down  his spine as he moaned with pleasure.

Epic didn’t need to ask twice and just thrust his pelvis up, making Dust bounce with the momentum in the first thrust, filling Epic’s skull with stars.

Dust’s chest tightened as they finally connected, feeling his magic boiling under the surface of his bones. But as the other thrust up into his wet pussy, Dust felt his heat simmer down a small degree.

The living room was full of moans and whines from Dust as his body got used to the intrusion, uncaring if the neighbours heard them. They should be jealous, in Dust’s opinion, as they will never get to see this side of Epic. Only ever the kind and gentle doctor.

Snaking his arms around Epic’s shoulders, Dust clenched around and gave a small bounce to test the waters. He shuddered as Epic adjusted both hands to the side of Dust’s hips, his boyfriend’s claws barely puncturing his magic, keeping him steady as he started a steady pace.

Epic’s skull was swimming in slight confusion, making him dizzy from the sweet scent that was burning his lungs in a suffocating way. It was so Dust, and he felt himself fall in love all over again.

There was no way out of this anymore, not with his cock throbbing inside Dust with a violent eagerness and using all his self-control not to pounce on his poor companion.

“Fuck, you’re burning me alive, Dustbun,” Epic panted, a small chuckle escaping him as Dust simply grinned with a small, “Can’t help it.”

Dust felt as if he was drowning in delirium, nestling his face into the crook of Epic’s neck while rolling his hips.

Fuck, he slightly regretted topping over Epic now, wanting to lay back and just take what his boyfriend wanted to give him. But this was the position he was pushing for, and he wouldn't change it unless the other decided to take charge.

Dust’s walls constricted around Epic’s dick, his mind wandering to the slight hope that this interaction wouldn’t change anything between them — he didn’t think he would ever get this far with Epic, but he was glad they did.

“Hah— Are you comfortable?” Epic asked cautiously, breathless as he held Dust against his lap. Plush thighs and abundant magic invited him to touch and touch and touch — and plunge into the searing opening.

It seemed Dust’s moments of lucidity were few and far between, but there was no longer any doubt that this was the right path. Maybe he should let Dust milk him to exhaustion, but the cursed eye would end up restoring his reserves in the blink of an eye, literally.

He waited, panting with each gentle bounce — his patience thinning with every roll.

“M-Mhm,” Dust groaned, his grip tightening in his brief moment of clarity. He would compare himself to a koala as of right now, with how tightly he held onto Epic’s solid frame.

“E-Epic, pleaseee-” he whined, squirming on top of his boyfriend, restless and strung up. He needed to go faster, wanted to go faster, but he didn’t have the strength to bounce anymore. He resorted to tight rolls and clenching around Epic’s cock.

Epic understood immediately, Dust didn’t need to say it. He groaned loudly as Dust tried to keep pressure around his magic, Epic’s claws sinking around the tender flesh of his thighs. Picking up himself, Epic pushed Dust back against his side of the couch, pumping another quick thrust as he fell. The slap of magic on magic resonated in his ears, making his cock throb with eagerness.

Epic’s phalanges pressed together, using Dust’s hips as leverage to rock in and out of his pussy in ever-steadier, harder, slamming-in-all-the-way-each-time-he-comes-back-with-force barrages. It was like something was swallowing him alive.

“Yes- yes- yessss-” Dust moaned, full of joy that his boyfriend could understand him so easily even with his limited speech. Even if Dust couldn’t voice what he wanted, Epic would still aim to please.

Dust spread his arms out over his skull as a way to fully expose and release himself over to Epic’s whims. His face burned at the salacious sounds of magic on magic slaps — the noise echoing in his ears loudly. Surely, he was leaving a stain on the couch at this point, and it’d take ages to remove his juices from the cushions.

Epic thrusted hard, claws sinking into either side of Dust’s head as he hovered over his tiny frame. He adjusted the other’s left leg over his shoulder in one swift motion, sliding into his lover’s cunt, stretching the tender opening to the limit.

His shoulders shuddered with a jolt, moaning each time he buried himself in his boyfriend’s sweet magic, the slaps filling his chest with pride and greed. Epic leaned in, face darkened with shame, to the breast Dust swung tantalizingly in front of him and bit down, capturing the swollen nipple in his mouth in a ravenous manner, sucking and licking eagerly.

A small screech could be heard from Dust as Epic latched onto his chest, his hands shooting up to press his boyfriend’s face closer. “Epiccc-“ Dust whined, jolting as Epic rammed into a spot that made him see stars. He freely released his moans and gasps, the simmering in his bones causing crackles of magic to spark around them.

This was his first experience seeing Epic get so rough, especially with him. But Dust couldn’t help but love it, enjoying the ride his boyfriend pushed him through.

Epic gasped breathlessly, his tongue curling around the firm bud, giving a gentle suck as he thrusted again. His cock slammed in deep, burying between tender walls, throbbing with eager magic and coagulating into thick veins.

Dust tasted like something sour that burned his throat, and yet, Epic still found himself eager for more, accustomed to the pain.

His magic sent sparks flying, icy sweat licking his back as he thrust in and out of Dust's pussy with ever faster, more copious strokes. Epic’s hands tightened in a firm grip, leaving bruise imprints on the glistening flesh of his little companion. His mouth abandoned its task for a moment to bite the fabric of one of his gloves and pull at it with his teeth.

Maybe it had something to do with the sweet scent that wafted off Dust, enticing Epic to let loose and do what he wanted with his partner.

“Epic!” Dust cried out, desperately clinging to his boyfriend as he rocked against the couch due to Epic’s rough thrusts — welcoming the bruises and teeth blemishes that were now littering his magic.

"H-hah. Forgive me..." Epic said, his voice shaking with effort as he continued to pound into the soft haven that calls to him. Dust's drooling cunt was a deliciously tight kettle that he was happy to crawl into and stay in. It felt amazing, pulsing through his bones, erratic rivers of mana that pulsed simultaneously with his cock.

Dust sang his name so beautifully, it made his spirits grow ever more renewed. He wanted to stay there, to pour his longings and love into Dust until there was no room left. Epic felt like he was going to explode from the euphoria. His limit hung on the soft thread that tightened in his pelvis. He was so close to releasing it all, so eager to leave his mark on his partner.

“Please please p-please-“ Dust begged, his phalanges digging into Epic’s back — leaving deep scratches that would no doubt bleed for a while. He couldn’t help it, simply hanging on for dear life as Epic rocked his world.

It seemed they were both close, as the knot in Dust’s stomach clenched and pulsed in time with his pussy. Just a little more and he’d ruin this couch, a stray though slipping in and out just as quickly about having to pay for new furniture.

Dust whined, convulsing slightly as Epic held onto him tightly. “S-So cold-“ he whimpered, embracing the icy touch against his sweltering body.

“H—hah… I know. Forgive me, Dustbun,” Epic mouthed, his voice slightly hoarse as he pumped deep, eagerly pressing his dick into Dust’s pussy, drawing out strands of magic and grease in an increasingly smooth and easy slide.

Epic could feel his orgasm, a stabbing sensation in his pelvis, something breaking and expanding as he reached it, feeling the cramp of false muscles, spilling furiously in a euphoric explosion. It was long and powerful, forcing him to stop on the spot as he growled in pleasure, filling Dust’s pussy with his heavy release.

“F-Fuck!” Dust cried out, squeezing his sockets shut as he felt Epic fill him up with his buzzing magic. It triggered his own release, clenching tightly around his boyfriend’s dick and milking him for all he had.

His bare hands cupped Dust’s face, caressing the curves of his pretty, pretty beloved’s face with his thumbs. Epic inhaled sharply and exhaled with a shuddering noise, shivers creeping up his spine. “I love you.”

There were tears pricking in the corners of Dust’s sockets, a small stream sliding down as he opened them up to look at Epic — his vision was blurry.

“I love you t-too.” He clung to Epic as closely as he could, unintentionally creating more scratches into his lover’s back. He could clean them up later when his mind wasn't foggy from the sex.

Epic’s soul throbbed beneath his chest, anxiously, nervously. Dust smelled so much more like him now, permeated with the sweet intent of his love. He didn't even have to bite him for it.

Even if he longed to do so… he didn't want to make this a defining experience. The possibility of this not happening in the future was there and Epic would be okay with it. He would just be happy to kiss and hold Dust all over.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, was I a little rough?" His back burned, but Epic ignored it to curl up on Dust in a hug on the couch, sprawled and shaking.

Though, Dust wanted Epic to bite him, wanted the teeth imprint and searing pain. But he would never  push, he knew this moment didn’t need any lingering ties like a mark. It would ideally be in a more talked moment.

He shivered and tucked his body into Epic, his walls clenching and unclenching around his boyfriend’s dick. “N-No I’m okay, I’m good.” It was cute how Epic worried for him, when he wasn’t the one bleeding everywhere. He had bruises and blemishes for sure, but they weren’t that bad… right?

Epic didn’t doubt Dust's words, but he couldn’t help but feel worried.

Heat cycles were mostly confusing and overwhelming episodes. Even if all he did was answer the sweet call of instinct, Epic couldn’t help but think and think.

Was this adequate? Dust was fine now but what about after his heat is over? Would there be regrets to bear? The responses to pleasure were far from matching the feelings.

Maybe he shouldn't have done this.

Epic carefully pulled out, feeling the wetness stain his thighs as he left. His cock hung down, dripping onto the upholstery of the couch and Dust's tender flesh.

“I uhm… I will prepare the bathroom for you.” He needed an excuse to get away for the moment, allowing them both a chance to think a little more clearly.

Dust shuttered as Epic pulled out, already missing the feeling of being so full. He could feel the cum leaking from his pussy and he desperately tried to clench down and save a bigger mess.

“Don’t leave me,” Dust whimpered, his grip on Epic tightening so he could prevent his boyfriend from leaving him on the couch. Even with his heat taken cared of at the moment, he didn’t want to be alone. Besides, he could help dress his lover’s wounds, with his lucidity slowly coming back.

"I won't be leaving you for long, hon. It'll only take a moment. You need to get this fever down, and a bath will do you good," Epic said, pressing gentle kisses to his lover's burning face, imbuing Dust's body with tenderness and devotion, sealing promises of love in each one.

The wounds on his back stung with a pleasant burning sensation that contrasted with the icy cold he was used to. Frost was beginning to form in the folds of his bare hands, spreading the cold painfully.

A small whimper slipped from Dust’s teeth as Epic decorated his face with kisses, finding himself relaxing into the couch with each declaration of love.

“Okay…” He could accept that for now, “Can you join me?” He didn’t want to be in the bath alone. He was in an incredibly clingy mental state — most likely a side effort of his heat that was settling.

"Sure, Dustbun." Epic could relax while scrubbing Dust's back and keep better track of his condition in the meantime. "Do you want to borrow some clothes? I'll throw everything in the wash. We can't keep wearing these."

The smell. Epic could feel his nerves pounding intensely. It was encompassing.

Dust smiled, happy that Epic agreed. They could take care of each other in the bath. He wanted to help bandage the scratches… He was still exuding his heat pheromones, but they had calmed for the most part. Epic had taken such great care of him, the bath would only relax him even more.

“That would be nice... I just need a hood.” His scarf was still safely on the coffee table, so he could still wear it after the bath.

“We can, um, get your scarf back if you want. Or a towel! I have plenty in the bathroom cabinet.” That way it won't matter if Dust got it wet.

Epic still felt very cold. A warm bath should do the trick. Carefully, he pulled himself up to stand, throwing his jacket onto the couch. Then his boots, pants, and sweater into a pile.

He felt exposed without his jacket.

Dust shivered as the cold air of the room seeped into his warm ecto, watching Epic fully undress before him.

“Towel is fine baby,” Dust chuckled, reaching up with grabby hands. He wanted help getting to the bathroom — he couldn’t feel his legs.

Epic felt a sense of pride as Dust meekly asked for help, reaching out with both arms to gently lift his boyfriend off the couch. His warm ecto was a nice contrast to the cold penetrating his bones. He almost wants to curl up with them. He could almost sleep right there, standing up after months of insomnia.

Epic stepped firmly as he walked to the bathroom.

Dust nuzzled into Epic’s embrace, letting out a small rumbling purr. He liked how cold Epic was, it feels great against his overactive magic. “Love you,” he mumbled into Epic’s ear, pressing his skull against his boyfriend’s cheek for a brief kiss. He almost didn’t care about the bath part of the aftercare, he just wanted to curl up Epic and sleep.

Epic felt his Soul melt at the sweet sight of his boyfriend mellowing out in his arms, his negative thoughts drifting away. He pressed his own kiss against his companion's cheek, “Just rest Dust, I'll take care of everything.”

The couple disappeared into the bathroom, and Epic planned a night of aftercare — as well as a plan to monitor Dust’s lingering heat. Just for once, he could forgo his work and busy schedule in favor of caring for his small boyfriend.

Hopefully when all this was over, they could have a proper talk.