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Truthless Recluse sighed in distaste as he was forced to model yet another painfully revealing outfit.
“Mhm… give me a little twirl?” Shadow Milk Cookie grinned as he watched Truthless Recluse begrudgingly spin in a circle.
“Ooh, I do like this one… and what do you think, Pure Vanilla?”
Pure Vanilla sat by Shadow Milk’s side, acting polite although Shadow Milk could tell he didn’t really care.
“Hm? Oh, yes,” Pure Vanilla peered at Truthless Recluse through his staff. “it looks… nice.”
Shadow Milk rolled his eyes. “Ugh, you’re both so DRY and BORING. Seriously, what do I have to do to get some entertainment around here?” he huffed, turning away dramatically.
Shadow Milk had been expecting SOMETHING to happen in regards to his remark, yes, but he hadn’t expected to be pinned against a wall by Truthless Recluse, whose face was flushed a very pleasant pink color.
“Oooh, what’s this now?” Shadow Milk giggled, shifting against the wall. “Finally tired of me bossing you around? Intending to take back some of that power…?”
“...Ew,” Truthless Recluse commented, but he was standing close enough that Shadow Milk could feel his arousal pressed against his thigh.
“Truthless Recluse, I do worry that this is a bit unprecedented—” Pure Vanilla said in a soft tone, putting a hand on Truthless Recluse’s shoulder.
“Shut it, Pure Vanilla. You can’t say you haven’t longed to put this idiot in his place,” Truthless Recluse hissed in response, pushing Shadow Milk harder against the wall, eliciting a grunt.
“Well, no, actually… Not at all.”
“...Then you’re fucking lame.”
Truthless Recluse dragged Shadow Milk away from the wall, tossing him onto the bed.
Shadow Milk chuckled, biting his lip. He hadn’t expected his day to turn out like this, but he was in no way complaining.
He could feel himself straining against his jumpsuit by now, which only got worse as Truthless Recluse pinned him down.
“Well? Are you joining us or not, Pure Vanilla?” Truthless Recluse asked impatiently, glaring at the immobilized cookie.
“Oh— I wasn’t sure if I was invited,” he said sheepishly.
“Just get over here already,” Truthless Recluse grumbled, turning back to Shadow Milk.
Pure Vanilla quickly obeyed, seating himself next to Truthless Recluse.
Shadow Milk looked up at the both of them, knowing he probably looked ridiculously aroused… but as long as it worked on them, he didn’t really care.
Truthless Recluse started fidgeting with Shadow Milk’s clothes, clearly trying to figure out how to take them off.
Shadow Milk knew he wouldn’t figure it out. They were put on magically, so they would have to be taken off magically.
He let Truthless Recluse struggle for a bit before snickering and actually removing them.
“...You could have done that the whole time,” Truthless Recluse accused, eyes raking over Shadow Milk’s body. Shadow Milk could see Pure Vanilla’s face redden using the eyes embedded in his hair. Delicious.
“Maybe I could have, maybe I couldn’t have,” Shadow Milk shrugged.
“Whatever. Shut up. Pure Vanilla, do you want his face or his ass?” Truthless Recluse turned his head to address the other cookie.
“Wh-what??” Pure Vanilla sputtered, only becoming redder with embarrassment. “I don’t know—??”
“Fine, then I’m picking.”
Truthless Recluse flipped Shadow Milk over, pulling him more to the center of the bed. Shadow Milk hummed happily at the feeling of Truthless Recluse’s cold hands on his hips. He was incredibly eager.
Really, he should be fighting more to be the top here. However, Shadow Milk felt no need to. He didn’t mind being dominated.
Pure Vanilla moved in front of him, allowing Shadow Milk to stare up at him freely.
“You look so silly, blushing like that,” Shadow Milk remarked, cocking his head slightly to the side.
“Oh… shush already…” Pure Vanilla’s staff glanced away for him.
“Why don’t you MAKE me?”
Pure Vanilla stared at him through the staff for a long moment, before shedding his robes and undergarments to reveal his cock.
Shadow Milk shamelessly stared. Had it always been that big? Was that even going to fit down his throat?
He wasn’t given much more time to wonder about it, because Truthless Recluse grabbed his head from behind and shoved his mouth onto Pure Vanilla.
Pure Vanilla yelped. “O-Oh dear, I hope you haven’t hurt him—”
“Don’t worry about him, he probably likes it. Freak.”
Shadow Milk felt himself shiver. Both at the words and at the intrusion in his mouth, which he was slowly sucking.
“S-Still…” Pure Vanilla whimpered out, his voice shaking a little.
Truthless Recluse held his hand in front of Pure Vanilla’s mouth. “Open.”
“Wh-what?”
“I need SOME kind of lubricant here, don’t I? I would have the whore do it, but he’s otherwise occupied. So, open.”
Hearing himself be talked so badly about stirred something inside of Shadow Milk. Interesting… he hadn’t been aware of that particular kink.
Pure Vanilla hesitantly opened his mouth and gasped when fingers were roughly shoved in. He awkwardly sucked and swirled his tongue around them, though it was hard to concentrate with Shadow Milk now bobbing up and down his length.
He gasped again when the fingers were removed, moving a hand up to wipe his mouth off.
“Your technique could use work,” Truthless Recluse commented, stroking himself to become at least slightly lubed up. It would have been better to have Pure Vanilla actually suck him off, but the angle would have been too awkward.
He gripped Shadow Milk’s hips, roughly pushing in all the way to the hilt without so much as a warning.
Shadow Milk whined in pain. Really, no preparation? How rude.
Truthless Recluse didn’t bother starting off slow. He set a fast, punishing pace right from the very start and held up with it.
Shadow Milk was moaning around Pure Vanilla’s dick to the best of his ability, enjoying the shivers Pure Vanilla gave him every so often.
Shadow Milk felt hands grip his hair. When had he closed his eyes? He opened them again to stare up at Pure Vanilla, who was biting his lip incredibly hard to cut back on sound.
He could do nothing but watch as Pure Vanilla shifted, beginning to pound into his mouth, making all of his eyes roll back.
He gagged and choked and whined and moaned, but Shadow Milk was enjoying every second of this.
Pure Vanilla grunted and whimpered every few seconds, which only brought Shadow Milk closer to the edge.
He only choked more when Pure Vanilla released into his throat, feeling the vanilla-flavored seed slide down into his stomach, making him shudder at the thickness and the warmth. This was enough to make Shadow Milk follow suit, spilling all over the bed.
Truthless Recluse was still going strong, it seemed. Pure Vanilla pulled out of Shadow Milk’s mouth, collapsing backwards as he came down from the high.
Now with his mouth free, Shadow Milk was able to give Truthless Recluse all of the sounds he craved. They were just falling from his lips, really.
The noises were what Truthless Recluse really needed. He bit back a groan as he moved faster, nails digging into Shadow Milk’s hips and leaving crescent moon shaped dents in the dough.
Oh, the slight pain. It was enough to make Shadow Milk harden again, surprisingly. He hadn’t been aware of THAT kink either.
Truthless Recluse somehow managed to speed up more, and he angled himself slightly differently. This hit a spot within Shadow Milk that made him see stars, and he made this fact known with an embarrassingly shrill noise.
He could barely even hear Truthless Recluse’s chuckle over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He probably looked like an absolute mess.
Truthless Recluse was clearly trying to hit that spot every time on purpose. It felt so incredibly intense and pleasurable and painful that Shadow Milk really wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
Luckily for him, Truthless Recluse was in the final stretch. He groaned, thrusts growing more sloppy.
After a few more rough thrusts, Shadow Milk felt himself release yet again. He could barely even form thoughts anymore.
Truthless Recluse was still going, making Shadow Milk begin to just fall apart. He was overstimulated, but in the best way possible.
Finally, finally, Truthless Recluse came, filling Shadow Milk up nicely.
Nicely, really? That’s the only word Shadow Milk could think of? Ugh. He really WAS a wreck.
Truthless Recluse pulled out and moved back. He never stuck around for the aftercare part.
He marched himself off to the bathroom while Shadow Milk was pulled into Pure Vanilla’s embrace.
Pure Vanilla wiped away his tears and kissed him on the forehead, Shadow Milk managing a smile.
“You did well, Shadow,” he praised softly, holding Shadow Milk close and playing with his hair.
“So very well.”