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Pure Vanilla Cookie didn't carry any of his belongings as he made his way to the outskirts of the city.
His knights were walking closely at his side, though the atmosphere between them felt thicker than usual. The tension felt only heavier with each footstep that they took. It was unlike him to leave the silence lingering as he was now — air heavy enough for even the smallest misstep to cause Pure Vanilla's feelings to burst.
It only further added to the bundle of nerves Pure Vanilla felt at the moment, though he did not allow his face to reflect such things. As nobility, he knew how to feign his expression well. It was part of how he was brought up. Weakness was not a thing that he was allowed — neither as nobility, nor as an omega. After all, they were already supposedly already socially weak.
Even if he did not believe it to be so. Even if he did not agree with such social norms.
Still, he would not allow his mind to linger on such things. Not now.
After all, today was a day that had been promised to him since youth. The relationship that his family had with far-off nobility would strengthen, and the lands that the two families looked over for their respective king and queen would only further flourish.
Pure Vanilla didn't know the noble whom we has to wed.
No, he only knew their name.
Shadow Milk of Milkcrown.
Shadow Milk was an alpha known for his cruelty and silver-tongue that spoke of lies more easily than not. He was confident and carried an air of arrogance. Knowing him was misfortune to many, for he was known to be both malicious and dangerous. Whenever a member of the Milkcrown family would visit to put any lingering affairs in order, there were murmurs and whispers within the town of their eldest son — the townspeople speaking of the heir being nothing more than a tyrant.
However, Pure Vanilla would not pass any prejudgments, nor would he blame his guardians for what they had chosen for him. Besides, being a part of a pack Milkcrown was his chance to make the world a better place. There would be resources at his fingertips that he would have otherwise never had an opportunity to have. His destination was, for all intents and purposes, a land known for the vast amount of knowledge kept within the walls of Milkcrown Manor.
But, it wasn't just marriage that they were interested in. Just as most political marriages were, they had every intention in continue the family line. It was as understanding and understated as breathing to them that he was what their family needed. Suitable, they had called him — intelligent, gorgeous, and someone who was bound to give them a future heir that the Milkcrown family needed. He would stand at his betrothed's side, and they would provide was was needed to further allow their respective kingdom to flourish.
As an omega, it was only a matter of time before he would meet his mate. He would join a pack that he was supposed to be fated to join, and they would grow together. All of this was to happen once the omega is of age.
Or, that's how it was supposed to be.
After all, what was an omega without its alpha?
Useless. Their life would be meaningless. An omega lived primarily for their alpha, just as an alpha would seek out their mate for life. It was nature at its cruelest, yet the order of things all the same.
The idea that someone would be helpless to the natural order of things never quite sat well with Pure Vanilla. The cycle that an omega was to follow was far older than anyone could truly say. Whenever it was spoken of, it was done so as though it was just a fact of life that they would live by. He knew that as the years passed he would only further yearn for his other half, the thought of it slowly consuming his mind if he were to ignore it. He's seen how helpless they could become. It would become a point of not only consistent aggravation, but pain as well. But, Pure Vanilla had plans. He wanted to pursue knowledge and use it to make the world a better place.
Perhaps, the fortunate thing is that his mate was chosen for him in his youth. It would free him of any such burdens. More than that, being an omega did not entail a life of riches nor acceptance, but his grandparents, and the ones before him worked tirelessly to make a name for themselves. And even while being nobility, the vanilites were also beloved. They had a reputation for their soft-spoken nature and eagerness to please and comfort those around them.
Quite the opposite of his betrothed.
He remembers back when he had overheard his Father speaking to the current head of Milkcrown. It was a wonder that he hadn't been caught back then. He was not a child of elegance — he would have been clumsy, if not for his wings to help him keep balance. And, it was wonder that he had stopped himself from practically tripping over himself when he had discovered their plans for him.
To say that he was startled would be putting it mildly.
He had gone into hiding then, blue and golden eyes peering over the corner connecting one of the halls into the grand room. Wings that had grown far too quickly for his small body fold over himself.
"Pure Vanilla will do. If Shadow Milk is to take over as head, then your eldest is to be married to him."
"Is your family's reputation so poor off that you would ask us to sacrifice one of our own for the sake of your future?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It's rare to find your kind with the social standing you have. Besides, Shadow Milk's always been a…. unique kind of child. His futures all been but decided for him as a result. If you wish to keep the peace, then think on it, will you?"
He was too young then to really understand all of the implications of any of it at that time. However, as he did come to learn about what being nobility meant, he did not hesitate to continue to live his life to the fullest with those he treasured.
Even if he were to say his farewells someday. He knew that he would see his family again, but it was a question of when and how long?
However, now was not the time to linger on such thoughts. Pure Vanilla wished to focus on the path ahead of him now. Here he was, 18 years young, forced to face whatever cruelties the world outside of his safe haven had to offer to him — or, that's what Recluse had told him. Pure Vanilla preferred to think of his as an opportunity more than anything else.
He offered his good byes to his friends and family the night before. He had left while the colors of dawn had painted the sky, but by the time they reach the edge of the city, there was nothing but blues hues above them.
He offers his smile towards the knights, expression bright in hopes of lightening the mood. His large, fully grown, white-colored wings spread as a sign of trust. "Thank you for walking with me here. I know the journey from the mansion is not a quick one. I'm confident that Recluse and Healer will also continue to be grateful to continue to have your protection — and I do mean that for all of you."
The knights briefly allow their gazes to flicker, looking to Pure Vanilla before offering a quiet nod. Though they need not say it, they know that they would all miss Pure Vanilla. Just as his two brothers were, he was a source of comfort for all who would meet him. The town would be worse off without him there with them.
After all, Pure Vanilla, was in every sense of the word, someone who could help one forget the chill of winter on the coldest of days. His presence was soothing, expression as warm as a Summer morning. If there was light within this world, it was Pure Vanilla who was a reminder of that much.
He finds himself at the edge of town, just outside the gates when he finds the carriage that he was promised already awaiting him. The journey to Milkcrown would take a day on foot, and traveling in such a way would be out of the question. Not only was it a question of danger for nobility, but he was precious cargo for his newfound family. The knights that would ride alongside them were no doubt one of the more trusted ones within the kingdom, if only because they would protect both heirs.
The driver greets him with a quiet bow, though it is Pure Vanilla who addresses him first with an almost sheepish smile.
"A-Ah, there's no need for that! Please, let us speak with one another as friends." His wings flutter lightly. "We have a long journey ahead of us, don't we? And even if we aren't to speak to one another beyond this, I'm happy to have your company."
The coach looks to him, gaze both cautious and wary before they will themselves to relax a little. "I—" He looks to the window before wincing. There was no time for idle chit-chat. If they were to wait, then Shadow Milk would be most displeased. "… I'm grateful for your kindness, Master Pure Vanilla. Please, let us be off. We have a long journey ahead of us."
It's almost as if he doesn't skip a beat then, the driver moving swiftly to open the door for Pure Vanilla, though he doesn't look back to him. For him, there were no words that would need to be spoken between them.
It's then that Pure Vanilla's heart skips a beat, gaze distant, yet directed towards the entrance of the carriage. Once he stepped inside, he would be meeting with his fiance — the cookie who he would be spending the rest of his life with. There had been talk that he would be joining them on the journey. Pure Vanilla was certain that their mind was one in the same in one matter; it was difficult to deny the amount of anticipation that he felt just from the thought of meeting him.
What he felt was also a queer feeling, as though the last decade of so was not preparation enough for this moment. His knees felt weak, and his breath was caught in his throat at the thought.
Ah, how silly of him.
He takes in a quiet breath to steady himself before looking to the driver again. There was no need to reveal such anxieties to anyone, much-less a stranger."I should be thanking you. The road ahead of us will be long. Please, do not hesitate to tell me if you're in need of anything in the meantime."
There's nothing left to say then. Pure Vanilla pushes himself inside of the carriage, folding his wings nearly against his back in order to do so without any struggle. As soon as he makes himself somewhat comfortable inside, the sound of the door closing barely reaches his ears as he looks to the cookie sitting across from him.
He isn't sure what to make of him, at first. There's no denying that hardened gaze, bags under his eyes as if sleep had been sacrificed in favor of something else entirely. His sharp, animal-like eyes take in Pure Vanilla the same way that the Vanillite himself is taking in the blue-doughed cookie before him. He was slender, clothes fitting comfortably against his body — it was easy enough to make out his curves, even as they sat across from one another. Blue-colored ears twitch forward, tail impatiently hitting the seat every-so-often with a soft thud.
But, something else catches Pure Vanilla's attention. It's enough to make his hair stand on end - enough for his arms and legs to fill with goosebumps.
His scent.
The scent that reaches him is enough to overwhelm his senses, toes curling despite himself. It's sweet — a mix of both blueberries and milk that makes him want to draw closer to him. It was almost cold in nature, as though touched by fresh snow and bitter ice. That alone was enough for his entire body to tense up, for it felt like instinct for it to be so.
Even as the sweet, sickly smell surrounded all of his senses, his mind was disciplined enough to focus.
Or, so he hoped.
"Well, well. What have we here?"
Shadow Milk cups his cheek, deep blue eyes taking in his newfound mate in front of him. If Pure Vanilla didn't know any better, he would swear that he was being evaluated. The smirk that plays on his face is cutting, and confident. Even now, in this brief moment of meeting for the first time—
Pure Vanilla finds himself intrigued.
Shadow Milk was like no one he had ever met before.
And yet, if he had one word to describe him, it would be captivating.
Every part of him is screaming at him to drown himself in the scent that surrounds him in every direction, and for the first time, Pure Vanilla understands all the murmurs he had heard among the villagers about the natural order of things for omegas.
"It's rude of you to stare, little bird. Won't you introduce yourself?"
It was a curious response. The both of them knew one another by name, and yet this was the first time they would have the freedom to truly begin to get to know one another.
( How odd to think of it in such a way. Freedom. As though this was by choice. )
"My apologies." Pure Vanilla responds quietly, and Shadow Milk notates how strangely focused he is. Even if this was the beginning of their relationship, there's no denial in how tight Pure Vanilla's jaw is clench together, the way that his fingers ball into fists. He watches as his chest moves for a moment, as if he's taking in a breath before he speaks again.
But, if Pure Vanilla was distracted by his scent, Shadow Milk was no better. The smell of vanilla reaches him — warm and sweet, intoxicating in every sense of the word. He was sitting across from him, but it was almost as though their very presence was commingling together in a way that put both of them on edge.
It's a sweetness that almost makes him feel nauseous in a way one feels when they're denied what they need for too long.
Even so, even with the way that the air grows thick with the tense atmosphere quickly growing between the both of them, Pure Vanilla keeps up pleasant pretenses.
"My name is Pure Vanilla. It's— a pleasure to meet you after all this time."
Shadow Milk pauses for a moment, eyebrow raising before offering a hand in Pure Vanilla's direction. —Ugh. Never mind the way that his tail thuds against the seat over and over again. It's always been thoroughly annoying that it betrays what emotions he wants to convey.
"Shadow Milk. Show some gratitude, will you? I came all this way. The journey was not a particularly pleasant one."
There's a sharp, meaningful way in which he speaks — yet boredom still graces his boyish tone. It's a sharp contrast compared to Pure Vanilla's soft, welcoming voice. As they speak, he barely picks up the sight of sharp fangs.
It was as clear as day.
The both of them could not be more different.
Even so, Pure Vanilla reaches for that hand, fingers gently taking the alpha's hand as though holding something precious, leaning forward to place lips to skin. There was no sign of callouses or a day's work, but Pure Vanilla was no different. It was just as one would expect of a noble.
Golden and blue colored eyes lift to meet with deep blues, and Shadow Milk is reminded of a sunrise — golden hues separated from light blue ones before Pure Vanilla speaks once more.
"I'm thankful." He finally speaks. "I hadn't expected to meet with you so soon, but it's a good opportunity to get to know one another before we're both occupied with our family's plans."
Surely, they'd be busy then. There would be talk of weddings and treaties that would be signed between the two families. Time was not something that was generous when it came to a life of nobility.
"It wasn't talking that I was interested in." The words almost feel as though they come easily. Charismatic, Pure Vanilla notes quietly. He can already see it. "I've heard so much talk of the Vanilla Kingdom's beloved golden bird that I had to see you for myself. Any talk of that amount of good-will is known to be too good to be true."
Before he realizes it, Pure Vanilla's fingers gently begin to curl around Shadow Milk's hand, as though instinct more than anything else. His grip lingers, hesitant to let go. How strange, to think that in the back of his mind, it's as though his body already knows that he would belong to Shadow Milk.
Even so, Shadow Milk is no better, claws barely grazing soft skin, fingers gripping in a nearly possessive way before beginning to release his hold. Pure Vanilla pulls back, as though he agrees with those thoughts before he can realize it.
Mine.
The response comes easily then, despite himself. Perhaps the way he was raised came in handy, considering how schooled his words felt at that particular moment. After all, he was raised in a warm, yet disciplined environment.
But, he already wishes to reach for him once more.
"It was my Mother who insisted that I show kindness to everyone I meet since I was a boy." Pure Vanilla starts. "But, it always felt like instinct more than anything else."
A tilt of his head, the response feeling more like indifference for a moment before his lips tilt upwards into that of amusement.
"Oh, dear. I'm afraid that your family truly is throwing you to the wolves, so to speak."
And yet, there was no pity in the way he looked at Pure Vanilla. His voice did not lower, instead he spoke as though it was a plain and simple fact;
"Little canary, you're bound to be devoured by my family"
Pure Vanilla regards him calmly. "It isn't wise to underestimate me. I've met with your Mother - your Father. I know that they've been anticipating this. We're to be partners, you and I. But, I believe that even without our arrangement, I would hold my own."
Shadow Milk laughs — theatrical, dramatic. "You're naive. You've been spoiled by your own family. You poor little omega. You've no idea what it's like outside of your four walls in your manor. Our lands are not ones for diplomacy like yours are. You'll find that our kingdom is one of order, not mere freedom."
Golden eyebrows lift then, the smile never seeming to falter. "Time can change such things."
"And what is it you expect to change?"
"Our roles were made for treaties and the benefit of those around us. Perhaps having a different point of view can prompt that much."
Shadow Milk hums lightly, cupping his chin. He picks up the glass of wine that had been safely tucked away, taking a sip. Pure Vanilla's eyes linger on those lips for a moment, watching ever so carefully before he lowered his glass. Even as Shadow Milk spoke, he did not tear his eyes away. "You'll waste a good part of your life attempting to find reason with those who never wished for such."
"Time would never be wasted if someone can even try to make a difference." Pure Vanilla offers a smile, tucking his hands safely into his lap. Shadow Milk lifts a glass then, raising the opened bottle of wine and pouring the sweetly-scented substance into the glass before pushing it towards Pure Vanilla.
"Be careful not to spill a single drop. This wine may be more valuable than even your life."
Pure Vanilla chuckles lightly, though it isn't a genuine as he would have preferred. He was not one to drink, but he knew better than to refuse. Fingers gingerly wrap around the glass, and idly he notices that the carriage must have been moving for quite a while by now. He's afraid that he must have been far too distracted to notice when that moment was.
"Can you tell me about your family?"
"My family? Did yours not educate you on anything?"
Pure Vanilla smiles, pausing before speaking to take a sip of his own wine. There was a mix of cherries and herbs that burn in the back of his throat. It was a taste that he couldn't find himself fond of, yet he did not wish to insult Shadow Milk by neglecting what he had been given.
"If it's alright, I want to hear it from you."
Shadow Milk sighs in a near dramatic fashion then, but thinks better of refusing him. If it was chit-chat he wanted, he would he would humor him for now.
"I am the eldest." Shadow Milk starts. "It is my rule that our lands will see in supposed benefit to the one who will be your king. Sage is the middle child. He enjoys hearing himself speak and finding amusement in rather annoying ways. A pest, if you will." He pauses, as if to allow Pure Vanilla to digest his words. "And then there is Fount. He is the youngest. Despite that, the rumor is that he's the most intelligent one of all of us. He's the odd one out if you ask me, and Mother's favorite. I suppose if she wanted a son that was supposedly generous and far too much of a show off for his own good, then she should have asked him to be the heir."
"And your Mother — First Milk?"
Shadow Milk's lips twitch upwards.
"We'll not speak of her."
First Milk was, after all, not built for nobility. She was much too kind for their father. If Shadow Milk had a softness for anyone, it would be her.
There was a fierce protectiveness that he had for her, in every sense of the word.
The blue-haired cookie rolls his eyes then. They would have time for pointless conversation at a later time. From what he understood, it was nothing that Pure Vanilla did not know. Instead, he pats the seat next to him, barely giving Pure Vanilla a chance to respond.
"Enough. I tire of this conversation. Instead, let me take a closer look at you, will you?"
Pure Vanilla finds himself freezing, almost as if he had been caught in a lie. At what distance they were at now, it already feels as though Shadow Milk was everywhere around him, the bird-like cookie nearly drunk on his scent alone. Talk and distance had proven to be helpful, but what would happen if he were to come closer? Would he lose what little control he was holding onto now?
"Is that wise?"
Pure Vanilla knew that he felt it, too. There was an attraction that neither of them could deny, as though they already knew that they were made for one another. It was a feeling that was magnetic in a sense, their very presence coming together in a way that neither of them could resist for too long.
They were to be married soon. No matter what nature and instinct told them, there would be scandal should things escalate.
"What are you afraid of?" Shadow Milk challenges, grin all teeth. His laughter feels almost harsh, mocking in a way. His voice lowers to that of a whisper. "Are you afraid that I'll bite? You'll have to find tougher skin if that's how you feel. If it's gossip that you fear, it's just you and I. If the driver notices anything, I'll have his head before dawn."
Shadow Milk extends a hand then, and before Pure Vanilla can respond, he finds fingers around his wrist, pulling him closer in almost a rough manner. A surprised gasp escapes Pure Vanilla, nearly dropping the glass that he had been carefully holding. He's inches away from Shadow Milk by the time he stops pulling, and the omega's wings flap quickly in a last-ditch effort for him to keep his balance.
"You think that I've failed to notice how you've been staring at me? How your eyes have lingered on me?"
"Don't—" Pure Vanilla swallows, but it is not the closeness between them that he protests. His voice becomes firm then, quiet. "Leave him to me if it comes to that. Do not hurt him."
"Ooooh?" Shadow Milk laughs, reaching to take the glass from Pure Vanilla's hands. "So you do have teeth! But, I wonder how sharp they are."
"Do you usually do this?"
A tilt of his head, Shadow Milk staying quiet for a moment. The only sound filling the carriage was the impatient thud of his tail against his seat before he finally responds.
"Do what?"
Pure Vanilla's expression turns grim, willing himself to focus. At this point, he might as well have been choking on his newfound mate's scent. "Say things to get a reaction out of someone."
Shadow Milk shrugs his shoulders lightly, once against tugging Pure Vanilla forward. The blonde does not struggle, merely allowing himself to be lowered onto his lap. It almost feels like a practiced motion, despite himself.
"You'll see that my reputation precedes me, little canary. But, I told you — it isn't conversation I want to entertain myself with." With Pure Vanilla all but straddling his lap, he lifts his free hand rest against thigh - palm teasing as it begins to move up and then downwards once more. Pure Vanilla shivers at the touch, nearly gravitating towards the other involuntarily, warmth he faintly recognized causing the pit of his stomach to flutter. "We have a long journey ahead of us. You're a fool if you think you can resist for too long."'
"You—" Pure Vanilla's eyes narrow, his own hands moving to Shadow Milk's hips. Thumb and pointer fingers press firmly, beginning to circle around clothed skin. "You're dangerous." He says faintly. "You will not touch him."
Shadow Milk shrugs his shoulder. "Will I? Won't I? Keep yourself quiet, and nothing will happen to him."
It's strange to think that he can see something in his eyes then — an ever so subtle hint that Shadow Milk did not mean as he said when it came to his life. Even so, it's a thought that he can't focus on for too long. Not when he tugs Shadow Milk's clothing upwards, fingers now squeezing soft skin that grew heated under his touch as he explored those hips further. He can hear the way that Shadow Milk's breath shudders, feel the way that Shadow Milk presses himself all the more closely.
Shadow Milk's hand drifts upwards then, fingers drifting between legs before pushing upwards. A helpless noise escapes Pure Vanilla then as he feels now-dampened underwear press against his entrance, legs shifting apart before he can think to respond. He presses himself forward in a way he did not recognize — desperate and already needy for touch. He practically rubs himself against those fingers, the feeling of contact one he wishes to only embrace further.
Shadow Milk's eyes drift downwards before lifting to meet with Pure Vanilla's. "Pretty little thing." He says in mild amusement. "Have you been wet since we first began speaking? My, my. We truly are quite the match if this is the reaction I get simply from speaking with you."
"N-" Pure Vanilla's cheeks heat up, his own gaze defiant, yet needing. "….. It is not by choice."
"Of course not." Shadow Milk brings the wine to his lips, but stops. "It's simply the natural order of things. But, what kind of mate would I be if I were to leave you in such a state?"
He takes another sip of wine then, and as though by expert movement, sets the glass down and leans downwards, tilting his head with every intention of his lips meeting with Pure Vanilla's. The hand that had been holding the glass cups cheek as the distance is closed between them. The blonde feels soft lips against his, but it is not a gentle kiss — it's as demanding and as hardened as Shadow Milk himself is, the taste of now-familiar alcohol in his mouth. He feels the way that the fingers at his cheek push against him, as if to demand he part his lips — and Pure Vanilla tastes wine as it slips through Shadow Milk's mouth into his own, helpless to swallow it in response.
It feels like he's helpless to everything that Shadow Milk has to offer, his mind consumed by overwhelming fact that he was so close — that every part of him affected all of Pure Vanilla's senses. Wings quickly shift to close themselves around Shadow Milk as though to shield the both of them. This was for them, and them alone.
Pure Vanilla rocks his body forward then, his cunt rubbing himself against Shadow Milk's cock. All he can think about is needing him of wanting him inside of him. It feels so very strange to him, but there was nothing unnatural about any of it.
Shadow Milk's muffled moans reach his ears, and a wave of heat fills his body. His arms wrap themselves around the other in an attempt to keep him close, fingers carding through hair to encourage him further. He can feel it — the way that his alpha's cock only grows harder as he rocks against him, the way that his entrance only grows more slick each time he can feel him against him. He's breathless, eyes locked onto Shadow Milk and breathing in his scent as if it was as important as as air.
Yes, yes yes. This is it. This is why I'm here. I was made for you. Please, please, please.
It feels like Pure Vanilla is nothing but needy at this point, whimpers escaping him every time Shadow Milk pushes himself away from him. Later on, he would find himself ashamed to have lost himself with such little provocation, but for now it was as though he did not have the sense to even begin to entertain such thoughts. Shadow Milk's clawed fingers find his hair, taking a fist full of golden hair and pushing him closer in no way that would be deemed gentle.
Pure Vanilla yelps then, the sound leaving him shifting into one of a moan as Shadow Milk rocks against him — hard this time. "Say it." The blue-haired man growls the words quietly. His head is throbbing at this point, pleasure and pain melding together in a strange way.
"What?"
Shadow Milk rocks against him once more, biting back his own sound of pleasure. "You know what I wish to hear."
"I—" Yes, yes. Pure Vanilla didn't even need to know what it was before it left him. "I'm yours. I belong to you. Please — please. Please fill me up. I need you, I—"
Shadow Milk stops for a moment before his hand smooths over hair; not in apology, but praise. "Good boy." He pushes Pure Vanilla away then, if only to shift enough to undo belt and push pants downwards. Pure Vanilla only follows suit, fingers working to quickly moving to get his own clothes out of the way. "Come here, my bird"
Their clothes is almost carelessly left to the floor below them, but neither of them paid it any mind.
Words weren't needed then, not in the way that Pure Vanilla doesn't hesitate to lower himself into his lap again, slick entrance once against rubbing itself against cock - Shadow Milk rewarding such action by peppering his neck with kisses. He's careful not to mark him- not now. His kisses light and almost strangely chaste, fangs careful not to break skin. He knows any sign of intimacy that family would be able to see would only be troublesome to deal with now.
Blue-colored hands drift along back, tail wrapping around Pure Vanilla's side in an almost possessive way. The sound of the carriage moving steadily no longer reaches either of their ears, Shadow Milk's own flickering at every whimper and noise that comes from the blonde.
"I'll take it — everything you have to offer. You belong to me."
"I'm yours—" The words are choked out. "Please. Please."
The words feel almost broken compared to the calmness that Shadow Milk feigned. In reality, he was no better. Not with the the way pre-cum already mixes with damp cunt, cock twitching in anticipation what he knew was to come. He presses himself close in a rare moment of tenderness, lips meeting with tears that had formed in the corner of Pure Vanilla's eyes. He was a desperate little omega, wasn't he?
How pathetic. How sad.
"Good. I'd hate to leave you to your own devices when you're in such a state."
His hands find his hips, pushing Pure Vanilla upwards.
He shifts upwards then, pressing a kiss to lobe before nibbling lightly. "Then, take it. Take what's yours." He whispers, cock pressing against entrance. It's unfairly teasing in its own way, the way that his alpha almost refuses to close the gap between them himself. How odd to think of it so, for he knows that instinct was overwhelming the both of them at that moment.
But, Pure Vanilla does not hesitate all the same. He lowers himself onto the other's cock — the grip around his hips tightening as Shadow Milk nearly jerks Pure Vanilla downwards onto him with a grunt. Pure Vanilla holds onto him then, fingers bunching around hair in a manner in a way that he never knew. In a way that was far too rough for someone he never knew self-cruelty. Even so, a noise of approval leaves Shadow Milk.
The sound of need intermingles between them, their bodies becoming one in a swift moment. To both of them, it feels right — as though this was something that they had been waiting for since the moment they became of age.
Pure Vanilla gasps , arms circling around Shadow Milk then, pressing against his back as if holding on for dear life. He presses kisses to the top of his head in gratitude, but Shadow Milk does not give him time for his body to become accustomed to him, beginning to move. That was fine, however — Pure Vanilla's body was nothing but welcoming for Shadow Milk, his inner muscles shifting each time Shadow Milk pushed himself deeper within him.
Shadow Milk pushes Pure Vanilla upwards then, gripping hips in a way that he knows will leave bruises later on. His neck may have been safe, but the rest of his body was his to mark in his own way. Bird-like cookie makes a noise of approval then, burying his face against the crook of Shadow Milk's neck. The alpha presses kisses against shoulder then, admiring the way that Pure Vanilla lifts himself upwards in rhythm with Shadow Milk's own movements, the sound of their hips slapping together beginning to fill the carriage.
"Hush now. Keep quiet." Shadow Milk instructs, nibbling lightly at skin.
Pure Vanilla's movement don't cease, only becoming all the more quick. "You— ah~! —don't need to tell me! Oh… Oh, Witches…."
Want fills his voice, stronger than anything he had ever voiced before this moment that he can recall. It felt like it had been there for some time, gnawing at him, threatening to only surface when he had first laid his eyes on Shadow Milk.
He doesn't hate it.
He dislikes it.
And yet, he wants to embrace it with every sense of the word.
The pattern continues between them, only growing faster and faster each time Pure Vanilla lowers himself. Despite their positions, it's Shadow Milk who takes charge and Pure Vanilla welcoming him to do so, body rocking against the other to guide Pure Vanilla upwards, and then downwards once more, the smell and closeness between them quickly enough drowning out anything else that might have otherwise occupied their minds.
How odd. This was a first for both of them. However, with how their bodies moved on their own without hesitation, it truly was as though they were made for one another.
"Don't— oh —" Shadow Milk starts, pressing more kisses to shoulder, trailing upwards to neck. "… expect my knot yet, Vanilly." Even now, amusement fills his tone. "Now is not the time."
He quietly admires just how slick and warm Pure Vanilla feels, and he wonders if Pure Vanilla can feel him all around him, just as he does the other. Although he would not so readily admit it, it truly was as though their arrangement was something that simply was to be. Perhaps — it was simply the nature of the world. Maybe there was something more to all of this than their arranged betrothal.
Pure Vanilla's neck shifts, welcoming each and every bit of affection Shadow Milk had to offer to him. "You're cruel." He whimpers out the words once more, but despite that he only picks up what pace he can, breathless and wanting. Logically, he knows any true intimacy could wait.
They had their lives to truly get to know one another.
And yet, there was a part of him — animal-like — that was impatient.
It wouldn't be long for now. With a mix of anticipation of something so entirely new to the both of them, Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk's motions only grow more frantic. Pure Vanilla doesn't quite realize how his nails begin to dig into skin (something he'd apologize for later); he can only focus on the fact that his body had become hot — the warmth building up more and more in the pit of his stomach, flowing upward through his body in the most intoxicating way that he'd ever known.
Shadow Milk feels desperately good, and the knowledge of what it feels like to become one with him is something that he feels regret that he had only just come to know now. He wants to be devoured by his mate. But, that was a thought that had lingered since the carriage had first started to move.
He speaks again, though it's far more unsteady than before, Shadow Milk's boyish voice barely reaching his ears. "You're close. I can tell. Well? Come on."
Legs and hips both move forward, Pure Vanilla bouncing off and back onto cock in a way that was rough yet wonderfully enough for Pure Vanilla's own vision to darken for a moment, a choked, broken sob escaping his legs shift closer, pussy tightening against cock. He lifts his head to look to Shadow Milk — curious and needing to see if he was in the same state that he was in.
And Shadow Milk, despite himself, could not help but think that Pure Vanilla looked perfect against him like this. He was beautiful. Long-golden hair was a mess at this point in time, his wings seeming to respond with the movements, white feathers becoming seemingly fuller when Shadow Milk fills him once again. There was a brokenness in the way their eyes met, and Shadow Milk can't help think about how very much he wishes to only break his new toy more.
But, it was true that Pure Vanilla would not last long. Not when when their eyes meet with one another as they are now — not when he sees the way that Shadow Milk's eyes become soft for the first time since he had first spoken to him.
It's Shadow Milk who comes first, despite his previous words— body stiffening against him as he shudders against Pure Vanilla. His eyes rolls back, legs trembling against Pure Vanilla as he bites back a helpless noise — every ounce of his seed filling Pure Vanilla. He keeps himself buried deep within him, as if not to let any of it go to waste.
But, it's the feeling of that sticky warmth filling him, wave after wave of Shadow Milk, that pushed Pure Vanilla over the edge as well, the both of them gripping each other tightly as their bodies seemed to convulse together. He found his frenzied mind slowly beginning to calm itself, surfacing back to reality as the both of them simply breathed together.
The look that he sends to Shadow Milk is one of softness and gratitude, and yet — there's a part of him that will know once he recovers from what they had just done:
What was to come was far more than Pure Vanilla could have ever anticipated.