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[Oh.]

[What a flood of complicated feelings that runs through him, that rushes through both of their souls. A loud mix of excitement, at something truly marking their connection, to the sudden horror of change, of seeing the physical proof of the way he has left his old self behind, to something bitter and afraid.]

[A flash of someone else in the mirror, a him, but younger, brighter, before the weight of knowledge tore him apart. ]

[It's gone the moment Vanilla touches his Jam, and that rinses all of it away, for now. He lets out a soft breath, bracing his hands on the sink. Oh ...that was quite potent, actually.]

[ Oh he feels that brief rush of horror and it wipes away his smile briefly, makes him inhale sharply. The fear mingled with excitement, the bitterness. It makes his fingers curl against his jam, even as the feelings fade and Shadow Milk braces himself on the sink. He steps in behind him to lean against his back, wrap his arms around him. ]

Breathe. It'll be all right.

[ He understands the feeling though. Seeing someone else staring back at you. You, but in a way you never expected to see. Or in Shadow Milks, never see again.

So he offers the other what he always has. Understanding. Calmness. ]

[It grounds him, reminds him of where he is, who he is (Who they are- he can't be haunted by that ghost when he's joined so solidly with Vanilla, he's sure of it. He can no longer go back to being that person, and he's personally made sure of it every chance he's gotten.)]

[He breathes, settles down, and sinks himself into the feeling of Vanilla's fingers against his Jam. Feels it warm at his back.]

...Do that again.

[ There. Slowly. Match your breathing to his. Gently in and out. Change will occur but Shadow Milk isn't alone. He'll never be alone again, Pure Vanilla made sure of that. So every change that happens, every step Shadow Milk takes on his path, Pure Vanilla will be right there with him.

The comment makes him hum in question, his head tilting to rest alongside his, eyes closed as he just cuddles in, nuzzles a little. Physical comfort as well as soul comfort. ]

Do what, Bluebird?

[He really should have expected this, considering how much of himself he just poured into Vanilla just now. He huffs at his answer, at that nickname, and then smiles.]

[He breathes in deep, basking in their shared contact, gives the illusion he is simply going to settle down, or perhaps do as Vanilla asks, before he slides his own fingers up to his Jam and presses.]

[ If he saw that smile he might have worried. The huff makes his face crinkle up in delight, though, enjoying the way Shadow Milk simply breathes and relaxes.

Then the touch, the press, makes him open his eyes. Surprised. Because when he touched his own, he was merely marveling at the new sensation from it. He didn't expect- ]

Oh.

[ If feels it as if Shadow Milks fingers are pressing into him. That's new, and makes his spine tingle. Curiously he raises a hand in return, fitting it between them to touch his own Soul Jam again, stroke his thumb against the curve of one round edge.

It's just a soft touch as he tests. ]

Did you not notice when you did it before...? Or maybe it wasn't as strong from your own Jam?

[He sees his expression in the mirror, and he can't help but grin wider, grow more excited that his touch was responsible in some way. Vanilla's gentle, curious touch runs a shiver up his spine. He breathes out through his nose, bracing a hand on the sink again.]

Maybe keeping them separate really was the smart thing to do, heheh.

[Where Vanilla's touch is soft, Shadow Milk's is much more imploring, curious. Insistent, and he presses again, dragging his finger down the center.]

I... no, I didn't feel anything...

[ And he's let other's touch his jam and felt nothing. His voice is a little breathy, and his gentle touch stutters as his cheeks flush to the feeling of Shadow Milks fingers. Pressing, dragging downwards. It feels like his fingers are in his soul. He raises his free hand to cover his mouth, heat dripping through him, arousal pooling low in his stomach.

It's different than when their souls mingled. He doesn't understand why it's different. It shouldn't be different but-! ]

Shadow Milk...

[ His words are muffled behind his hand, and he retaliates by pressing his finger firmly into the jams surface, stroking up from the pointed tip to the top of the middle circle. It's his Soul Jam, so why doesn't he feel it? Is it because he's touching his own?

He pulls his hand away from his Jam and reaches around to Shadow Milks, swirling his finger against the smooth surface, before pressing in a hard stroke down the middle like his Bluebird did. ]

[Oooh, it is such a sweet treat to see him make that face, to hear him say his name like that. To be in such warm distress, to feel the heat from his arousal echoing against his own soul.]

[Wicked delight stirs up in him, and he pulls his hand away entirely. A tease that does not really pay off when Vanilla gets wise.]

[He endures the wave of pleasure that hits him from Vanilla's Jam, but the same is not said when he finally reaches around him, and touches his own. It's like being struck by lightning, and he is so wholly unprepared for the intensity of it, that the sound that tears out of him is hardly human.]

[His knee's buckle and he catches himself against the sink, full body trembling and with sparks dancing in his eyes. Oh, there is a fire in his gut and he can barely stand. All it took was one touch, huh? Hahaha he really isn't going to last long, is he? What a shame.]

[He grins through it, hair floating nebulously, but the eyes belay what's really going on.]

Hahaha... that all? B-Bet I can make you scream-

[He is literally gripping the sink for dear life.]

[ With Shadow Milk moving his hand, Vanilla can breathe and oh he does, inhaling hard as the onslaught of sensation fades into a low throbbing memory. He still aches with arousal but it no longer feels like fingers in the base of his spine, dragging it out of him.

The sound Shadow Milk makes is almost startling, and it causes desire to rush through him, on top of the flare of Shadow Milks intense pleasure. It's sweet and heady, and like earlier in this very room, it makes him want to drag it out again. But this time it also makes him squirm against the other, not hiding the arousal pressed up against him. Makes him want more.

The sag makes him catch him, the arm still around him tightening to hold him up, and Vanilla huffs a soft laugh to the taunting. ]

Bluebird...

[ But this makes that new wicked streak of Vanillas flare, and he turns Shadow Milk around to face him. It may expose his own Soul Jam, but he's quick to execute his idea before Shadow Milk can reach for him. He leans down the small distance and drags his tongue along Shadow Milks soul jam, then concentrates hard. Nudges the jam just a little to coax it to accept him, just enough to dip his tongue in. ]

[He's all talk and he knows it right now. The ease at which Pure Vanilla can reposition him should be shameful, but it's true. He's hardly got a thought in his head right now, with the ebb and flow of feeling both Vanilla's and his own arousal, rising and falling like tides in succession. It means the moment he's able to catch his breath he just rises back up again, but before he can find the edge, back down he goes.]

[This alone is more than enough to drive him mad, so as he shakes under Vanilla's hold, as he feels his pants becoming increasingly too tight, all he can do is watch as Vanilla leans down.]

[The Soul Jam is more than happy to comply, and Shadow Milk at the mercy of his grip on the sink and Vanilla's graceful hold, tips his head back to let out a long, heady moan. It's a hot streak of pleasure running through his very soul. Once it's run it's course, he's left feeling desperate and needy. His hair, twitching and writhing erratically reaches to wind possessively around Vanilla's arms.]

Haa- Vanilly...

[He whines his name, begging him for more.]

[ Oh no that almost undoes him as well. The Jam lets his tongue in, Shadow Milk moans like that, and the echo of intense pleasure rippling across his soul makes him return the noise, soft and high and broken on the edges of it. He has to pull his tongue back, shuddering as the tendrils of Shadow Milks hair wrap around his arms, making him shift in closer, panting softly.

Close enough he can press against the other, hip to hip, letting him feel the arousal grinding up against him as he feels Shadow Milks in return.

This was most certainly not what he was aiming for coming here today, and there's a wonder at just how easily it is to fall into Shadow Milk. To press his mouth to his Other-Half, teeth digging into his bottom lip before he sucks and then soothes his tongue over it. He raises his hand between them to touch Shadow Milks jam again, dragging his nails gently across it. Presses his fingers in hard, then in like his tongue, unable to stop his hips from rocking forward to rub them together at the echo, Vanilla's mouth parting away to moan. ]

A-ah-! Hah... T-touch me? Please...?

[They sure aren't any good at getting anything done, but hey, maybe the Necromancy research will go much more smoothly after this.]

[As with last time, it's just a nonstop onslaught of pleasure and sensation. Pure Vanilla is so deft at leaving him a quivering, whimpering mess with his fingers and it's really starting to get embarrassing. Oh, but it feels so good, though. He loves to see him take charge like this, what a delightful side of his Other-Half he hadn't expected.]

[He refuses to let go when Vanilla goes for his mouth, as he drags his fingers through his Jam, Shadow Milk pulls on his lips with his sharp teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood. The warmth of it spills on his lips, messy as they rock against each other. touch him, touch him, Ovens does he want to.]

[But even with practice now, he knows he's not much longer for this, so he tries to turn the tables. He pushes off from the bathroom sink, pressing into him, and bringing them both weightless for a moment, only for Shadow Milk to pin Vanilla on the bathroom floor. He bucks his hips up against him and then leans down.]

Y-you ...you should say that again, just like that~

[His tongue is long and forked like that of a snakes, and it curls around the curve of his Jam.]

[ It's rather delightful, having Shadow Milk under his strings for once, tied up in him. Even if it also leaves him squirming to the backlash of pleasure. Echoing across his ears, across his soul, tingling under his skin hot and messy. The pain in his mouth to the teeth breaking skin doesn't even stop it any - instead Shadow Milk will feel it ratchet a little higher, Vanilla's breathing hitching up in soft whines.

The sudden push against him as Shadow Milk moves from the sink startles him, his eyes fluttering open from where they'd fallen in surprise and a little confusion, even as his arousal aches and throbs, twitching against the harder press. ]

Sha-!

[ His name ends in a gasp, his hands moving but with the hair wrapped around his arms he can't grab, as he suddenly finds himself down on the ground. The repositioning makes his head spin at the sudden loss of control, the rutting against him making him moan and his legs to shift, knees spreading to shift up around Shadow Milks hips, shifting the robes down some. ]

Tou- AH!

[ Well he was going to try and beg for it again but the hot curl of that tongue against his Jam makes pleasure sear across his soul, wrangles a loud cry out of him as he arches his back. Having more stamina physically translates into shit all when your souls are entwined. He pulls against the hold of the hair, fingers twitching to get back to Shadow Milks Jam in return, face flushed and mouth parted and bloody from the bite as he tightens the muscles of his legs to force Shadow Milk to rock against him and for his own hips to curve up in return. ]

G-give me- A-ah... your jam!

[ Together. ]

[There, isn't this a better position? Shadow Milk feels like he has some kind of control now, though it is thin, and he can at least rock his hips against Vanilla's in a way that isn't totally erratic and useless. He isn't in danger of losing his balance against the sink and smashing his head on the porcelain-]

[Vanilla cries when his tongue meats the Jam and it sends such a hot thrill down his spine. He instead goes right into the crook of his neck to kiss and mark him with his teeth, sharp fangs dragging down his skin while he tries to meet Vanilla's bucking hips with his own. It's a messy not-quite rhythm, but Shadow Milk knows he's nearing the edge. Every shift brings another soft 'ha' and his breath hot against his skin.]

[Ah, he is reduced now to barely speaking words. The twisted adoration that floods their connection at that... his hair will finally release Vanilla, though some of it slides up to oh so gently cup his chin while Shadow Milk draws juuuust a little more blood.]

S' all yours-

[His thumb rests at it's center, waiting. Together.]

[ The bite of teeth against his skin drags another keening moan out of him and he turns his head, tilts it, offering Shadow Milk more to dig in to. His movements are frantic in return, toes curling as his soul surges under his Other-Halfs torment. Surrenders to him, yields sweet and soft. What else can it do? They're one, after all, and Shadow Milks touches physical and otherwise evoke a pleasure so deep that Vanilla can't do anything but give in to it.

With his arms released he almost frantically reaches his hand towards the others Jam, whispering a soft gasped noise to the flood of adoration, even as twisted as it is. And he returns it in a rush of desire. His other hand moves to dig into the hair near Shadow Milks head, fisting in tightly to pull as he feels more blood leak warm down his skin. Tugs hard enough to pull his mouth back so he can crash their lips together.

The kiss is rough and Vanilla digs his teeth into the lips under his in return, drawing blood as readily as the other did him. And as he does, he presses his fingers to Shadow Milks Jam, feeling it warm and throbbing under them. It's all the warning his Other-Half gets before he digs his nails in, his needy gasp lost in the others mouth as he feels the echo, tugging desperately as he ruts against Shadow Milk, feeling the the heat building tight. ]

Please!

[The vibration of his throat against Shadow Milk's teeth urges him on, with each of his noises, his gasps, his moans, the more he wants to devour him whole. Drink up every little sound, to claim every inch of that skin, to feel his soul inside and out. His teeth sink in, and he gleefully laps up the blood spilling down his neck, smears it messily across his face as he continues to rut against him like a Beast.]

[Vanilla pulls on his hair and the sound that escapes him is both breathless and filthy, before Vanilla is going in for this mouth. Sweet strawberry and the sharp tartness of blueberry dances in their mouths. His pushes that horrid serpents tongue of his further into his mouth, coils it around Vanilla's tongue, drags it across his lips.]

[Vanilla presses his nails into his Jam and it's a miracle he gets his own hands there, drags his claws down the Light of Truth, before he immediately comes with a strangled shout into their mouths. For a brief moment he feels his entire mind and soul burn white.]

[ The kiss is messy and wild, and Vanilla tangles their tongues almost greedily. Sucks on Shadow Milks and then chases it back into his mouth when he moves it. And then, oh then, he feels that touch and there's no following after. His cry is lost to silence, his throat unable to produce a noise, but his soul and mind is loud enough as his orgasm rips through him in time with Shadow Milks, the echo'ing pleasure from him only bringing Vanillas higher.

And he tangles his fingers into Shadow Milk and pulls him in and down with him, wraps his pleasure up around the other, lets him feeling the pulsing ache of it. White hot and gold, burning into black and blue, as the desire to rip him open and stuff himself in floats through him. The spill of heat and wetness against his arousal as Vanilla succumbs to him, body shivering and clenching down around nothing as his arms wrap around Shadow Milk to hold him close. Crush their jams against once another, as if he can meld them like that.

The intensity takes a while to fade into sweet bliss, a high he rides slowly back down as he comes back to his own senses, untangling them from Shadow Milks and wincing to his head aching where he thunked it on the floor. As well as his neck and lips. He finally gets a noise out past his throat, swallowing hard several times to choke out a little pleased sigh as his limbs begin to melt and relax. ]

[It takes nothing for Vanilla to pull him closer, to drag him in further. His body is spent, his soul is bright, burning, screaming in pleasure as it ricochets off of Vanilla's Jam, and as he tried in earnest to ride out their orgasms, by the end, he is left shaking, whimpering, as every little point of contact against his overstimulated, soaked skin is like an electric shock. Every point of contact with his soul is another jolt, another desire to scream, it's maddening.]

[Their Jams stay pressed together, as he comes back down, come back into his own body, as it feels very much like he might have shed it somewhere else while they were moving as one. He is heavy against Vanilla's body, and for the moment, he wanted nothing more than to stay here like this. Tiredly press his face into the crook of Vanilla's neck in a gesture that is oddly tender and soft.]

[Simply breathing, listening to their hearts beat. His head is still spinning.]

...Do you think the Witches had this in mind? Have t' say, it comes as a shock to me.

[ As Shadow Milk relaxes against him, Vanilla shifts his arms to hold him in a soft embrace. His hands move to tangle further into that shifting hair, fingers stroking lightly through the pieces that are actually hair. Then simply moves to cup the back of Shadow Milks head, holding him against him with the same sort of tenderness.

And unable to help himself, he winds his soul around his Other-Half, coiling around and through him with an aching love as they come down together. He hah's a soft laugh, hair sticking to his face from sweat, and slides his leg against Shadow Milks hip, heel rubbing against the back of his leg. ]

It would make sense, wouldn't it? Who would better know how to please you, then your Other-Half?

[ Of course, not that he doesn't love being fucked by Cacao or making love to Lily, but there's something to be said about a soul deep connection that rips your orgasm from you, and then feedback loops. ]

Of course, that brings to question how incredibly naughty the Witches may be.

[Oh, those little affections, that contact. It makes his heart leap in a silly and embarrassing way. Something that will be really easy for Pure Vanilla to notice. The way he just lets him do what he wants with his soul, the way he basks in it.]

Vanilly, you are going to have to take my word for it, some Knowledge is better left forgotten.

[Does that mean he knows? It's hard to say, it's hard to read that statement as Truth or Deceit, since it is simply an idea, an observation. Something that Shadow Milk has released into the air to be pondered. Like the gleeful little philosophy professor he used to be.]

[He shifts a little, leaning up so he can instead fold his hands and rest his chin on Vanilla's chest. He gives him a languid, pleased little smile.]

We didn't get much work on the ritual done. Nooooot that I'm complaining, of course-

[ He feels that, of course he does, there's no barrier between their souls anymore. Shadow Milk offers his soul for Vanilla to play with, slip into as he desires, and Vanilla does the same because he said it before. There are no more lines between them. His soul is open for Shadow Milk to dig into as he pleases, however he pleases.

The comment makes him pause, brow v'ing down gently as he tries to tell if that's Truth or Deceit, and finds he can't. Which, of course, makes him desperate to know. Surely Witches, being human, are prone to carnal desires as well -

The shifting distracts him and he turns his thoughts back towards Shadow Milk, then turns an impressive red color and uses the hair he's holding on to to cover his face. Just buries his face into the shifting black, embarrassment flooding their connection. ]

Ah... I got [ Excited. Over-eager. Needy. Soul horny? Desirous. The urge to wind himself into Shadow Milk was too loud to ignore. ] W-well...

[And he does so, by pressing in and parting, not to carve out, but to simply make space for him to get comfortable within his soul.]

[Buddy, a witches coven full of lonely witches who wanted to spread love what do you think happened at their witches sacrament-]

[Anyway, Vanilla is being adorable and he is going to keep needling him about it. That hair you're covering his face with? The eyes are so very amused.]

Fret noooot, sweet Nilly, for I certainly got a BURST of inspiration while we were ....collaborating. But I must say ...I thought my appetite would be grand. You're practically insatiable, my little sheep.

[ He will not make a noise to that sensation, even if a shiver ripples up through him. Oh, this is going to be the death of him. One way or another.

Especially as Shadow Milk teases, Vanilla huffing loudly and trying to think of a way to flip this back onto his Other-Half but... Well. He's not wrong. Both times have been initiated by Pure Vanilla, after all.

He's got nothing in his defense. ]

Oh... shut up.

[ It's said with the biggest of huffs again, and he shifts his hands to push Shadow Milks hair into his own face instead, still red as a beet.

Guiltily, he knows he'll probably end up initiating it again too, argh, he is insatiable! ]

Edited 2025-03-10 02:22 (UTC)

[There he is, all nice and cozy, like a little black bug buried in your soul for good.]

Mhe hehehe-

[He's awfully pleased with himself for flustering Vanilla, at least, and accepts getting his hair smooshed into his face. It becomes viscus and kind of pudding like in his hands and then shifts to let him go, returning to float about menecingly behind Shadow Milk instead, with all it's amused little eyes.]

[Even with the gold in his eye, he still manages to look just as much like a shitty asshole when he's happy.]

Don't get me wrong ...that sort of greed looks good on you. I hope I get to see it more often.

[And he will slowly try to work his way off of him. They're both just kind of laying on the bathroom floor, disgusting.]

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